“Not your problem?” Kali responds, feeling her rage ignite. Her hands begin to flare, but remembering how her fire failed to singe his wayward son, she controls her anger.
“Bit of a prodigal, Lucifer,” God murmurs. “Graceful, silver-tongued, and an aspect that made my Angels weep to behold its beauty. But so much pride, so much rage. He
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YOU DO IT.
BRAVO.
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It's kind of a meta in fic's clothing. -_-
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You NAILED this. It's utterly perfect. Well well done.
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:D
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ILUSFM for that line.
And I just love what you do with canon here, especially God, Allah, and Yahweh being brothers. Gah, this is fantastic! *flails*
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I keep picturing Yahweh, who keeps giving me dirty looks for pronouncing an approximation of his name. He looks a lot like Krusty's dad to me, and is ever so much more likeable and awesome than American God of this story. Then I picture youngest brother Allah, and he is played by Naveen Andrews. AWESOME.
Sacrilicious!
Castiel is SO OFFENDED BY ME RIGHT NOW. DO I EVEN KNOW HOW NOT FUNNY I AM.
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(but I do) Krusty's dad, lololol!!
I loved how you made Kali's generative/protective aspect and her destructive aspect kind of the same thing. That's just how it should be. This story is fabulous...I think I'm gonna rec it, as soon as the post-finale flutter dies down. That cool with you?
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