Our Father Who Art In Heaven Novels & Stories

So I choose to, "What do father mean that someone has breached the gates of hell?" "Well, we seem to be missing one demon, and I have personally gone and account for the rest of them." His fury grows as I see white-hot flames burning in his eyes. His skin is set aflame, and I mean aflame. Yes, the devil does burn hot red, without the flames, if he loses his composure. Now, I beg to ask the question, "But how would he have gotten out?" "Well," father starts to explain. "He managed to get himself into heaven. Do not ask me how the fucking sneaky bastard did, but not only does he get into heaven, he gets his filthy ass down onto earth."

It was in the sky when I felt closest to my father. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, hearing his voice in the furthest distance, as if telling me that he's here and that he can see me...that he can see my growth and how proud he is of me and how he will continue to forever be here. I can hear him tell me he loves me and I smile, no longer crying when I think of him. I sent a message to him, responding to his words, "until we meet again in heaven, dad... I love you." ~~~

Sun was still not out and I closed my eyes and screamed. "AHHHHHHHH" it echoed in the whole cliff and I can hear many birds flew away. "FATHER! YOU CAN'T DO THIS. GIVE HER BACK TO ME. SHE IS MINE. I KNOW YOU DID THIS... I SWEAR IF YOU WON'T GIVE HER BACK TO ME I WILL DESTROY YOUR PRECIOUS EARTH. I KNOW I AM BANNED IN HEAVEN BUT I WON'T SPARE YOUR PRECIOUS HUMANS... I WILL DESTROY THEM" I kept screaming at my father... the God.

I felt heat rising in my cheeks. “He’s so damn hot. He never looked twice at me. My brother said it was the bro code and no one on his crew would ever touch me. Caine isn’t bad either but he’s scary as shit. You never know what that guy is thinking. I don’t think we want to know.” “Dante? Family?” I reminded her. She rolled her eyes and her grin widened before turning serious. “His father is The Father if you know what I mean.” “I don’t.”

My father's words, uttered in the delicate dance between life and death, left me grasping at the threads of understanding. "If you can find the Celestial one," he implored, his weakened voice carrying a plea that resonated with a father's final wish, "maybe your destiny wouldn't be the same as mine and your forefathers." Forefathers? Destiny? The words hung in the air, a tapestry of uncertainty that unraveled before me. I searched his eyes, seeking answers that eluded me in the labyrinth of his fading consciousness. The room, once a haven of familiarity, became a theater of enigma, each word he uttered a riddle demanding deciphering.

I replied, sceptically. "Oh I see, we will get to the bottom of this, so don't worry,", my father said as he patted my back with a smile on his face. I couldn't help but feel disgusted by him, my father was a murderer and Drake was going to bring down hell on him. This brings up a thought in my mind. If Drake deals with my father what will happen to me?

My fingers shook as I tried to release my grip, a task that felt impossible in the face of my grief. As I stood beside his grave, my eyes traced the letters carved into the stone: "Beloved Father." A decade had passed since he had been laid to rest, and my heart ached with the knowledge that time had done nothing to lessen the pain of his absence."I hope Heaven is treating you and my son well. I miss you both." Heaven? Did my father deserve a place in heaven?

she made a guess. "Where is dad? Sarah asked her mother when she joined everyone in the garden. With a pounding heart, she tried to find him everywhere, She finally finds him near the gate, A heightened, well-dressed and pretty handsome guy was standing right next to him on whose shoulder his father has placed his hand. He was not alone aged men and women were also there. It seemed like they are a family, Holding her maxi she approached them. " This is Sarah, my beloved daughter!" Sarah's father introduced her to his friends.

A vibrant, energetic voice booms . “ . . . an that’s why, me dear brothers’n sisters, we must lay down our infirmities at His Unknown Feet an accept all the wonders’n glories He has in store for us! He’s ready an waitin to work His Grace and remake us inta His Unknown Image, that powerful’n great Father from Beyond Time’n Space . . . ” Father Ward swears under his breath and hits scan again. The next song is a welcome relief, though also highly ironic, considering our return to Clifton Heights.

He chuckled and lifted his hand up to the painting. "Your father Viktor Fallon, my dear," he tells me softly. My father is a huge reaper and if he wasn't my dad I'd be panting over him. I gritted my teeth and frowned at my morbid thoughts. Deagon came up to my other side and shuddered uncomfortably at the portrait. "The artist really captured him perfectly," he mumbled breathlessly and I grinned slightly. "Are you jealous of my father," I asked curiously and he looked horrified at me.