"Really sire, is the foul language really necessary?" The Angel addressed the God.

"Yeah, it is. Fuck all that noise." The God was resting on a blanket, tanning under the red sun. With teal sunglasses, he lowered them down to his nose, "All these fuckin rules man. I had it, I'm done!"

"Sir, this planet is inhabitable. This earth has been desolate for decades now." The Angel's shoulders began to tighten, wings drawing closer to their body.

The God took note, and softened his own face. "Look, Sweetheart, I've been reigning and causing hell in Paradise for centuries and centuries to come. It's time to retire."

The Angel nearly shrieked, "Retire?!! Retire!?! There's no such thing as a God, especially you!"

The God stood up abruptly, waving his arms, "Hello!!!! I am the reason Earth turned into a shithole. It's me! ME!" He furred his brows, crossing his arms. "Without MY MISCHIEF, the world wouldn't have gone out in a fiery blaze."

He took a deep inhale, reminiscing about the parade of nukes being sent all across the world.

"Besides" The God paused for a beat. The angel hanging onto every word he said in disbelief. "It's quiet"

"Too quiet."

"Care to join me?" The God snapped his fingers, a bucket of ice and two Budweiser appeared from nothingness.

The Angel shook their head.

"Aren't you tired of being such an Angel all the time? Having to be good and all."

"I wouldn't exchange it for the world." They protested.

"Well, there isn't a "world" anymore. Won't you let loose a little?" He handed them one of the beers. The Angel kept shaking off the offer.

The Angel sighed.