Covered in black robes, he towers over the couple. They were frozen in place, smiling at each other. A child lays in the hands of its mother, eyes closed, sucking on its thumb.
The mans cold breath exhales around them, the icy steam floating above the family. What seems to be his hand reaches for the newborn.
Slowly wrapping his hands around the child. The parents still as happy as ever. Staring into each others eyes.
Michael, sat across from the faceless man stared intently. "He's perfectly healthy isn't he?"
"He's as healthy as can be" the man slowly responded.
"His mother isn't in any danger is she?"
"No, the mother is perfectly fine."
"And the father?"
"He'll live a long life with his wife."
Michael crosses his legs, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Well, then why are you here?"
"... Michael, have you not spoken to fate? Or Justice and Power?"
"That does not concern me. It is not his time."
The man places the child down again. Slowly moving towards the glass window.
"Does God have a plan? Has he changed his mind? Is he willing to break yet another promise?"
Michael clenches his fists in angered confusion "The Almighty Lord has done nothing of the sorts; Quit your blasphemy and spit it out."
The faceless man exhales again. His cold steamy breath freezes the window, leaving icy flakes crested onto it.
He returns to the child.
"This," he says holding the child in his hands "could be the one to put me out of a job."
The faceless man faces towards Michael. "Do you still wish to stop me?"
Michael uncrosses his legs, sitting up straight. "There's an endless amount of possibilities for the child; don't act like this one child is any different. He lives as any other child would."
"I see Michael, so the powerful beings above humans are still blind in the dark"
"Are you saying the lord of lies knows as much as God? You're a fool if you think you can sway my mind with that foolish kind of act."
"Who ever said I was an ally of any, Michael?"
"You are an evil entity created from the betrayer; You're not fooling anyone"
"Ah, you think I was created by a fallen angel. Is that what your creator taught you? If you had any thought of your own, you would know that Angels die too. You should know that no Angel can create such a thing."
Michael sits in confusion yet again. What was he doing? The faceless man won't do anything as long as Michael was there. Was he distracting him for something to come? He stared at the couple frozen, smiling in place. No. It wouldn't be possible like this.
"Michael, such a human name don't you think? After all these years it's still a highly popular name. You're.. Trained to believe in God no matter the circumstance. You don't think for yourself. You haven't eaten the forbidden fruit. You've never thought about it, but there is creation, God, and uncreation. Have you never realized that God can only take away by adding? Have you never realized your lifegiver needs to create, to destroy?"
"Comparing yourself to God, you should be punished for your Blasphemy, fool."
"If that were possible, Michael. But I am everywhere. I know everything. It's humorous how you believe I am under you."
A white flash blinds the room, a shining sword appears in Michael's hand, now standing. The faceless man puts the child back into the mothers hand.
"The humans made a wonderful saying. I believe the saying goes "There's nothing to fear, but fear itself.". My question to you, is, how do you kill nothing, if it is nothing?"
Michael swings his shimmering sword at the faceless mans torso. Slicing through black smoke, as he stands there motionless. Wild swings slices through the motionless man, only black smoke trails leaving his body.
"Are you afraid, Michael? Everything dies, doesn't it? Even you."
The faceless man reaches out his hands and grabs the Archangels wrists. Michael's hands fade to gray, dropping his sword.
Michael, in agonizing pain, whispers "Get to your point, Uncreator."
"Oh? Thank you Michael. What is the point to all this, yes? Well, what is the point to anything? Purpose. You have purpose to the humans. God has purpose to give. I have purpose to take. This child will let me take everything. Something you will regret."
"You try to deceive me, Uncreator, you fool no one. The child lives. An angel watching over the child is enough, stop this foolishness and leave."
The faceless man slowly fades into smoke.
"Well then, Tell God.. That all it takes is one creation to take everything away from him. And pray that your Fallen Angel doesn't find him."
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"It means Noble Wolf, a wonderful name for him."
Alois Hitler looks down at his smiling wife, Klara Pölzl. A shiver runs down both of their spines. The room noticeably colder.
A soft echo runs along the room "When no one can stop him, I will. Let that be the last warning to creation."
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