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As the prophet Chuck, God had done many things to make himself feel as human as possible. Had a few girlfriends, had a few boyfriends even. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how he tried to push it away. It never gave him the permanent happiness, the Heavenly Creator so desired. Despite having cut all his ties with the kingdom of heaven, along with his most cherished children, the five archangels. God couldn't help but feel very guilty for abandoning all the angels, morphing into human form and blocking any possible means they could use to find him. All the more shielding his true incoperarl self, tucking his bright light so deep into himself, that they wouldn't be able to recognize his face once they seen him as Chuck. As well, as hiding his true thoughts and only allowing them to be capable of reading his human identity's thoughts. It was a complex matter and logically speaking, it didn't make any sense and was only something The Almighty One could understand. But it wasn't something unthinkable. After all he was God and he was capable, of almost anything he set his mind to. Even capable of achieving the unthinkable, such as posing as a full-blown human with nobody being none the wiser. Though he had to admit, he felt terrible for even using his divine powers in this sort of way. But he felt like it was a must. It was the only option for him to break away from all this pain. Pain he was partially responsible for. He couldn't help but feel like a coward, a failure, an abandoning father, a worthless superior prime-being.
It was because of him, that his family had broke apart. Even with all the incredible power at his disposal, not even he could foresee and stop what was happening. It was because of these moments, he often thought of committing suicide. Though as much as he wanted to, no matter how much pain he was in. He could never bring himself to do so. Seeing as if he did, earth and all it's inhabitants would be destroyed along with him. Which was something he couldn't ever bear of doing. As foolish as he was, no matter how imperfect his creations were. He didn't believe in murdering his own creations. He loved his creations, every single one of them. There was no way, he could ever destroy anything he ever created. No matter how much they failed him. No matter if they went on a total different path that he intended for them. A path that led to one of total chaotic destruction. Which was why he never had the heart to even attempt to kill the Leviathans. Having banded together with his five archangels to trap them in the purgatory void. Hoping that such a time would come to pass, where he or any of his five eldest children could one day lift them from the beastly curse that Amara had inflicted on them, just by simply being around them. Hoping that they would be pure once more and return to the original state, that he had attended for them all along.
But such a moment never came and as things went on, things just seemed to get worse and worse. Especially when the moment came for him and his archangels to lock Amara away and bearing his most cherished of them all, his second angelic creation Lucifer, with a magical seal that acted as a key to keep the Darkness secured and incapable of breaking free from the void that imprisoned her. After all who would be most suitable for the job, then the one he trusted the most? The one he had spent the most time with. His beloved light-bringer and for awhile that had all worked out just fine. That was until he brought forth the human race into existence. A race that Lucifer had never liked even from the very beginning. Seeing as they were powerless and flawed, unworthy of even being referred to as a creation of God. A feeling that only grew worse and worse as, the mark that he had bore Lucifer with so long ago, had slowly started to change him. The mark having a major side effect of intensifying Lucifer's jealousy and range drastically. Causing the light-bringer to behave in such away and make decisions that he would never make, if he didn't bear the mark. Such as the desire to destroy and corrupt humanity. Using him for his own enjoyment as well as to show how flawed they really were. How monstrous they could become, even by a few little pushes, here and there.
Which was God was very furious about, when he realized what was going on. He knew something was going on, but he didn't fully know exactly to what intent. He could always sense Lucifer's on growing hatred for humanity as the moments went on, as well as their distance slipping more and more. But it wasn't until Lucifer had found a way to fully cut out his father's mental connection towards him and fled the kingdom of heaven, that God finally realized what was going on and finally admit to himself the truth of the mark. That it had changed his son and not for the better. That no matter how hard he tried to convince his second archangel on humanity. There was no changing him. Sadly, he didn't fully realize this until it was too late. Until Lucifer had somehow found a way to conceive his own realm and create his own race. His own race of corrupted humans, twisting their souls into his disciples or what Lucifer had come to refer to them as, demons. Something that not even God could prevent from happening. Due to the whole free will situation, that he created as the main basis when he first brought the humans into existence.
As the holy light that surrounded one of his youngest archangels, died down. God couldn't help but frown. He could sense her pain and frustration, despite refusing to telepathically search her mind for the exact causes of these strong negative emotions. In fact, he was scared to do so. Which was very rare, seeing as he was the so called almighty creator who never feared anything. Well that was what he left the entire angelic race to believe anyways. When in reality, he did get scared. Not very often, but such a concept wasn't completely beneath him. Watching her blink her eyes and looked around, The Almighty One could also sense her confusion. Especially when she spoke, her eyes narrowing at him as she spoke. Sensing the curiousness in her tone of voice. Being able to tell from her voice alone, that she knew something was up. It was almost as if she could see right through him and see the true bright holy one's bright form that resided underneath. Where nobody else could see. It was at this moment, God allowed his true self to slowly emerge from the human shell he had been morphed into and worn for so long now. Becoming more and more clear, until her voice broke out and cried out Dad. It was at this moment, God projected his true form, which seemed to shield and hover over his human form, his true form appearing, taller then a skyscraper. His body gigantic and quite muscular. The pupils of his eyes white and holy. His human form of Chuck not changing much, aside from the eyes which glowed just as white as his true form's did. It was if Chuck and God were merged into one being. Despite Chuck, only being a form he had thought of and morphed into and was never in fact his vessel. Seeing as he was God and the whole idea of having a human vessel was a concept that didn't apply to him. Which just made all the more sense. Seeing as well, who he was and all. Clearing his throat some, he spoke and nodded his head. Speaking two voices that spoke in unison, as one. One voice being the voice of Chuck, the other his true booming, fearing yet calming tone of voice. A voice in itself that held so much power and praise. "Yes my beautiful daughter it is I."
He was fully aware of his daughter siding with Lucifer, during his absence and though he had shielded himself from all of them, there was times he would peek in and out to check on them. Even if at times he was afraid to do so. Despite all of this, he couldn't stop watching over them like any protective parent would. Even if he decided to act upon it and take action. As she stood there, God couldn't help but sigh heavily as she cried out and was expecting answers to the questions she was throwing at him and rightfully so. Questions that he would no doubt, answer. He at least owed her that. Tears now started to stream from his eyes, from both sets. His true form, as well as from his human form. Being sure to keep a distance from his daughter. Despite wanting nothing more to wrap his holy grace around her and pull her into a tight hug. Though he didn't know how she would react to that. Heck, he was afraid to even search and find out, if she truly even wanted to see him or not. In fact a huge part of him, was regretting in even summoning her to the throne room. But then again, his time was limited. He knew he was gonna get killed, he at least owed his daughter a last goodbye. Feeling a bit woozy, God in his true celestial form clenched his forehead and made his way over to his large throne, which hovered twenty feet off the ground and was surrounded by white clouds and sat down. As his human form remained standing, but having split some of his holy light to keep the aura around it shielded around it. To keep it well-preserved and protected. Both sets of voice remaining connected to each others, as he continued to speak. "Dean bore the mark, the same mark that I entrusted with your brother Lucifer long long ago." God stated with a heavy sigh as he recalled the events that had taken place to lead to what was going on now. "To make a long story short, he killed Death itself and by doing so. It released The Darkness into the world and well--it's clearly not gonna end well.." His voice trialed off as both sets of heads both looked down at the ground, as tears streamed down from his eyes and on to the glistening-golden marble floor of the throne room. Taking so much will-power of him not to break down completely. Though he was finding it very difficult not to do so. His voice now starting to tremble. "C-c-concider t-t-this our last goodbye. Oh how I wish things could of ended up d-d-differently. Oh how I should of never abandoned you, your brothers or any of your fellow angels. B-b-but I had to get away. I was hurting way too much. But I guess none of that matters now, seeing as everything that has happened. Will soon come to an end and soon."
He was speaking very cryptic like, he couldn't help it. But he didn't want to admit the words and say them out loud nor did he dare to call his sister by her true name. Simply referring to her by her natural title, as if he was speaking of a villain from works of a movie, comic, or play or something. As he clutched his throne, he couldn't control himself any longer and didn't notice his human form of Chuck had walked over to Gabrielle and placed, a hand on her right shoulder of her vessel. A hand that glowed so brightly and radiated so much warmth. Never once looking into her eyes. "I know you must hate me and I understand why if that is the case. I abandoned you and if there is one thing a father shouldn't do. It is to abandon his child. Any of them."
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