Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts, and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise
One rule: Six (and only six) sentences per Story.
Prompt word:
ABƧTЯACT
“What the hell are you talking about now, Samael?”
“Language, Michael,” the Voice, as low in volume as it was high in Presence, had the world already been created, would have reverberated like a bell in a hail storm;
“I’ve gathered you, my first Creations, here for your thoughts, suggestions and feelings on my Plan, so that it might be as perfect as each of you,” a noise, the combination of a snort of condescension hidden under a laugh managed to disguise it’s author among the archangels.
“Well, Father, what your favored one here fails to understand is that among the many creations you plan, this ‘Man’, by virtue of being in your Image, must be perfect; leave it to the Light-Bearer to cast aspersions.”
The Presence paused, slowed by the words of the one He created to protect the Heavenly City, “So, tell us Morningstar, what do you think I am doing wrong?”
Lucifer stood and began to move, paused as aeons fled, seemed to think and turned to face the group, “All of your ‘living creations’ are perfect; they celebrate the moment, express their natures and conform to your Design,” a smile grew on the First’s beautiful face, “Especially, this ‘Dog’; I must say, Father, you really nailed it with this delightful creature, even I would be proud to call them one of my own.”
“But giving your… ‘Man’ the one thing all your other creations lack, the capacity for abstract thought and it’s bastard son, Free Will, well, it’s like giving a child a loaded gun and insisting they will learn in their own time what it’s for; not really the act of a caring parent, don’t You think?”