God of the Machines

[Malachi]

"I was not sealed away with my debit card, so perhaps we can just steal the shirt off of someone's back. That isn't unangelic, is it brother?"

Malachi smirks and brushes some dust off of his wings. He extends them then tucks them back behind him.

"Oh and your lips are very soft. Have you been using that Bert's Bees Lipgloss or whatever they call it?"

[Michael]

I smile.

"No, my lips are just naturally beautiful. Even hundreds of years of imprisonment underneath a city can't keep my lips from being glossy and succulent."

I retract my wings as well, and look around.

"I'm sure there are a bunch of dead people here, we could just borrow their clothes. They're not going to need it anyways..."

[Malachi]

"Yuck, that is completely disgusting. I am not going to wear some dead guy's shirt. Really."

He walks a short distance and finds the remains of a basement shirt shop. Many of the shirts are still in good condition. He finds a light linen shirt in the color white. It has gold embriodery and seems to be his style.


He finds a brown one for Michael.

"Here Michael, you can wear this ugly brown one. Don't worry. You will still look just as sexy as ever. You know...if I were not your brother, an angel, and staight, I would totally want you right now. Thousands of years is a long time to be deprived of sex. Don't you agree? It would almost be like f**king myself...."

[Michael]

"Well, how could you not be attracted to me? I'm the only other creature on this planet who could prolong foreplay for decades. I'd be the best lay you'd ever have."

I examine the shirt.

"You do know that I hate brown..."

I toss the shirt on the ground.

"There, now it looks like your room. The only thing missing is the scent of Tommy Hilfiger cologne. This one is more to my liking."

I grab a black long sleeved shirt, and slip it on. It's tight enough to eccentuate my figure. I examine myself, twisting my torso, and spreading my arms.

"What do you think? I think this shirt will rip beautifully when I spread my wings."

[Malachi]

"Hmmph, I am not THAT messy. And yes, you would know what my room smells like since you used to sneak in there when mother and I were away to mastrubate to the thought of me."

Malachi frowns that his brother has a more attractive shirt. It isn't fair. He starts to look around for a better one.

"Oh I am sorry, that was quite perverse now wasn't it? How crude of me. Well, we both know it is true."

Malachi decides that he likes his white shirt well enough since it matches his hair.

"Now, we ought to help these humans shouldn't we. Where do we begin?"

[Michael]

"Oh please, don't flatter yourself, masturbation would be endlessy more satisfying than your tired attempt at love making. I've seen more passion in an Oscar Wilde book."

I cross my arms.

"But that shirt does look marvelous on you, and eccentuates your naturally gorgeous hair... Even after being buried for hundreds of years, you still have no split ends, how do you do it? But alas, you are correct, we should help out the humans. Perhaps there are still some survivors? And surely some are being poisoned by radiation."

I sigh.

"Even after all these years, they're still using those nuclear weapons... What would they do without us?"

[Malachi]

Malachi is deeply offended by his brother. He sits on a pile of rocks and closes his eyes.

"Uh...how DARE you say such things to your own brother. That's it. I am not talking to you. Nope. We're over. I have no brother."

He closes his eyes then turns to face the other way.

[Michael]

"Aww, my dearest..."

I sit down beside him, and wrap my arm around his shoulder.

"You know you're the best thing sex has to offer second to me, right?"

I kiss him on the cheek, and play with his hair.

"But your hair really is darling... Please don't be upset, I didn't mean it."

[Malachi]

Malachi stands up and touches his brother's shiny green hair. He runs it through his fingers as he looks at the sky.

"Oh I forgive you. You know I can never hold a grudge against you for very long."

He puts his hand on his brother's shoulder and kisses him on the cheek.

"An expression of my brotherly love."

He jumps off the rock pile and thinks for a moment.

"Now, I want to join up with Hagana. I feel a connection to this land, seeing as I was burried here for thousands of years. Would you like to accompany me? We can then think of what group you should join."

[Michael]

I smile, and stand up behind him.

"Certainly. I do like the environment, so I was thinking of joining up with the green party. I hear environmentalist chicks dig a guy with a pair of wings. I'll keep you posted."

I wink.

"Can we walk there? I don't want to spread my wings without any bipedals seeing me."

[Malachi]

Malachi spots a teleportation booth which appears operable.

"Oh look a teleporter." He knows this since the booth says "International Teleporter" on it.
Otherwise, since he was sealed away he wouldn't have known.

He pulls his brother into the booth with him. It is a tight space with room enough only for one person, thus they are forced to press against one another.

"Hmm...before we teleport anywhere we need to get our story staight. Now it is okay to lie sometimes..."

He starts looking up numbers in the yellow pages of teleporter book.

"In angel culture incest is acceptable. Any mortal who argues with us, we will tell them that they are closed minded and then pretend to call upon God to smite them. Understood?"

[Michael]

I giggle.

"Oh I do love playing with mortals. Not as much as I like playing with you of course."

I type in the numbers on the keypad.

"You ready, my dearest?"

[Malachi]

"I am always ready." He replies.

He wonders if Michael even knows what he is doing, but figures that anywhere they end up is fine.

There is a surge of light and they find themselves in yet another city.

This city appears to be on fire.

"Hmm, perhaps this is the end of the world. Well, maybe we should sleep together tonight, you never know what tomorrow will bring."

He sees a sign that says Amsterdam. He is not familiar with the city since it did not exist when he was free.

[Michael]

I cross my arms.

"Hmph..." I say, in a dissatisfied tone. "Seriously... Mortals..."

I look around the burning, destroyed city.

"Fantastic. Where do we even start?"

[Malachi]

"Yes, I guess it would be a good idea to try putting out the flames. But none of my powers are useful for that sort of operation."

Malachi thinks to himself.
"I suppose we could fly up to the clouds and seed them. If we stimulate some condensation nuclei we could cause it to rain, which would effectively douse the flames."