Part 23 (1/2)
I ask Mason to take me home so I can contact my father. Mason goes to headquarters to help Joshua locate Faust's exact location for us.
When I call to my dad, he instantly phases in to my living room.
”What's up, b.u.t.tercup?” My dad says, coming to sit with me on the couch.
”So I did it,” I tell him. ”I asked Mason to marry me last night.”
”And he said yes of course,” my dad says full of confidence.
”Of course he did,” I say like I hadn't been worried about the outcome at all. ”He'd be crazy not to right?”
”Right,” my dad agrees, smiling. ”Have you set a date yet?”
”No, we haven't had a chance to talk about it, but I'm not one to procrastinate about the important stuff. I'm thinking the sooner the better.”
”And you're going to have a wedding I can actually give you away at?”
”Yes,” I tell him, having already decided not to deny him something he seems so determined to experience. ”I'll let you know when and where. In fact, I think I might ask my grandfather if we can do it at his house.”
”Have you had much time to spend with your grandfather?”
”No,” I say, instantly feeling guilty. ”In fact, I need to call him today. I've just been so busy with things I haven't had much free time to spend with him, which brings me to another thing I wanted to discuss with you. Have you seen G.o.d? Do you know if he plans to let Remy come see Leah any time soon? She asked me about him yesterday. She really wants to see him.”
”About that...” my dad says hesitantly.
”I swear if He said Remy can't come back He and I are going to have fighting words,” I say, feeling my temper begin to flare.
”No, no,” my dad is quick to say, ”he just told me that you would have to make the request in person.”
”In person?”
”You'll need to pray to him,” my dad says. ”And he'll come speak with you about it face to face. Apparently, he has something else he would like to talk to you about. He wouldn't tell me what it is only that it was a favor.”
”He wants to ask me for a favor?” I ask. ”I didn't know G.o.d asked for favors. Doesn't he usually just tell people what to do instead of asking?”
”I feel sure he knows that wouldn't work with you,” my dad says, an amused smirk on his face.
”Well, I can't say you're not right about that. I'm not much for being told what to do. When does he want to meet with me?”
”Whenever you're ready to see him again and talk.”
After my dad leaves, I decide there's no time like the present. Plus, I needed to get G.o.d to let Leah see Remy again. She deserved a little peace of mind.
I still wasn't much on praying but it didn't seem like you needed to be eloquent about it to have him answer you.
G.o.d, Jess here. Heard you wanted to ask me for a favor. Come on over when you can.
”h.e.l.lo, Jess.”
I open my eyes and see G.o.d standing in front of me.
”Does everyone get their prayers answered this quickly?” I ask.
”You are a special case,” G.o.d says, grinning down at me. ”I feel as though I should take advantage of the times you want to speak with me. They are so few and far between.”
”Yeah, been a little busy.”
”So I've noticed.”
I swallow hard. ”Just how much of what we do down here do you see?”
G.o.d smiles. ”Everything.”
I feel myself begin to blush profusely. ”Could you close your eyes the next time I'm with Mason? Otherwise, I'm going to be a paranoid mess.”
G.o.d chuckles. Well, at least he has a sense of humor.
”I will try,” He promises. ”Now, what favor did you want to ask me for?”
”Let Leah call on Remy when she needs to. You know how much she's been through. She needs her dad just like I do.”
”I will grant what you ask, if you in turn do me the same courtesy.”
And here it comes....
”What kind of favor can I do for G.o.d?” I ask.
G.o.d lifts his right hand in the air and a silver crown much like the archangel crown I have appears in his grasp. The only difference is that this crown looks tarnished, not s.h.i.+ny silver like the one I have in my possession. There are minute cracks along its surface like it was shattered once but now pieced back together.
”What is that?” I ask.
”Lucifer's crown.”
”And what do you want me to do with it?”
”I want you to offer it back to him.”
”Why?”
”I want my son back. I want to give him a chance to redeem himself.”
”Then why don't you give it back to him?” I ask. ”Why do you want me to give it to him?”
”You can't give it to him. You can only offer it to him. I want you to do it because he feels a kins.h.i.+p with you. You are the closest thing he has to a friend.”
”But that's just because of Michael's presence.”
”No. It's not.”
”What else could it be?”