Im Drunk But Having Fun

It was another summer day.

The humans in the city walked around, all mingling and chattering about the weather.

And Jophiel was ANGRY. 

Simply put, the end of the world was coming and she couldn't stop it. She wouldn't stop it. But like most angels she felt the twinge, the need to pick up her sword and kill the demon in the other room.

Iris, who was innocent in all this. Not even a fallen angel, Iris had become a demon, gotten sent to hell, because of a crime that wasn't even considered a crime anymore. Iris was gay, and she was soft.

Jophiel loved Iris with her entire being. 

It had taken so long for her to realize this. Centuries upon centuries of meeting the demon's reincarnations. Centuries upon centuries of hate boiling and fizzing out. She couldn't hate Iris, Iris was the sun itself, bright and shining. Iris was the taste of coffee in the morning and the smell of freshly baked scones. Iris was joy. 

And Jophiel was feeling the angelic need to kill the demon, shed the first blood in this war.

Instead, she fell to her knees and screamed.

The move was a mistake, because Iris was there immediately, offering comfort and warmth. It would be so easy to slide out a sword while Iris was hugging her, so easy to slide the sword into the demon's unsuspecting back.

And then Iris, bless her cursed heart, spoke. "I know. The war has started. But," and here Iris held Jophiel away, hope in her eyes, "but, we can oppose them! We can choose not to fight. I was thinking about it, and it is quite simple, if we do not fight, they can't force us to kill each other."

A shadow in the doorway, and then Loki was there. Tall and dark as always, with the golden retriever Thor at his side. "She's right, you know. If we don't fight, they can't make us participate in this Ragnarok. I've been avoiding this fate for years, I won't eat the witch's heart, and they can't make me. So, myself and Thor, we aren't fighting in Ragnarok, and nor should you."

Jophiel felt the tears at the back of her throat. "But, if I don't fight someone, the pressure will grow and grow, already I feel it, the need to fight Iris... How do you avoid fate?"

Surprisingly, it was Iris who spoke, still holding Jophiel. "I remember why I'm on earth, and not in hell. I'm here because I fell in love, I'm here because the strength of hell meant nothing to the brightness you brought to my life. I'm neglecting my part in the war because I'd rather die forever than ever be the one who held a sword and hurt you."