His Famous Chocolate Cake

A seven-foot-tall, winged man stood atop the tallest tree in the forest. His wavy black hair sat just past his sharp shoulders, his emerald-green eyes peered out, watching for any movement on the ground. Pitch black, leathery wings wrapped around his lanky, suited body, shielding him from human onlookers. Except one such onlooker wasn’t human.

Another man stood at the foot of the tallest tree in the forest. He squinted his small honey-colored eyes and scrunched his Grecian nose, causing his lips to curl upward as he looked up toward the sky. “Is that awful stench you, Abaddon?”

The winged man in the tree peered over his wings and looked down toward the ground. With a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes, he slumped back against the trunk of the tree. “What do you want Uriel?”

“Oh, I am sorry, did I disturb your brooding?” Slicking his blonde hair back with his fingers, he snickered to himself before adjusting the collar of his blue and orange spotted button-down shirt.

“You would disturb anyone with that outfit.” The winged man named Abaddon swooped down from the tree and landed in front of Uriel. “It’s god-awful.”

“God gave me this himself!” Crossing his arms and turning away from Abaddon in a huff.

“He must be ready to cast you out next then.” Abaddon gave out a low bellowing laugh, his wings shrinking behind him on his back.

A sudden gasp from Uriel filled the air around them. “Don’t even joke about that!” The blonde man with his high cheekbones cleared his throat and adjusted his clothes again. “I don’t know why we even do this anymore.”

“Do what? Torture one another?” Abaddon grinned, wiggling his fingers playfully in Uriel’s face.

“No. I don’t know why we do this silly picnic every year. We are mortal enemies! Doomed to destroy one another during the end of times!” Uriel stared off, looking through the man beside him. “…and yet… we sit around eating cookies and bread pudding with one another each year as if we won’t run one another through with a sword when the big guy says it’s all over.”

The lanky black-haired man shook his head. “You take things too seriously. Besides… This year He made his Heaven and Hell Famous Chocolate Cake.”

There was a moment of silence between them, but Uriel let out a sigh, whispering a soft, yet excited, “Yessss…” under his breath.

“Hell isn’t all that bad when you have that cake to look forward to. Mmhmm!” Abaddon rubbed his flat stomach, licking his lips as he looked at Uriel.

“Well…What are we still doing out here?” Uriel began walking away from the tree and toward the clearing in the center of the forest where the picnic was held each year.

“I thought you didn’t like the idea of this picnic. End of times and swords going through one another and all that.” Abaddon pulled his hair back and tied it into a ponytail as he followed Uriel toward the picnic spot.

“I don’t. What is the point of us getting along when it is just going to make killing one another harder later on?” As the clearing came more into sight, they could see all the tables set up, several of them already occupied by angels and demons. “But I guess for now it can’t hurt…”

“God doesn’t make chocolate cake as well as Luci, hm?” Abaddon cocked an eyebrow, feeling the weight of his body shifting as he walked down the steep hill toward an open table.

“…He might have invented the idea of chocolate cake, but he sure didn’t perfect it.” Uriel leaned in, whispering softly in the taller man’s ear. They shared a laugh as they sat themselves down at the table, pulling a napkin into each of their laps.

The two men watched as the cherubs and imps alike dashed around from table to table delivering slices of chocolate cake. Two large slices were placed on the table before them, Uriel could feel the drool pooling in his cheeks. He picked up his fork, stabbing it into the moist cake and thick frosting.

“Uh-uh. I thought you needed to bless anything before eating it.” Abaddon said, picking up his own fork, scooping up a piece and bringing it toward his pink lips.

“Bless a slice of the Devils Heaven and Hell Famous Chocolate Cake? Seems like blasphemy to me.” The two clinked their forks together before devouring their own slices of cake.