Azazel was deep in thought. Around him, there was a whole heavenly world of crystalline souls involved in their own affairs he knew nothing about, very much the same way it was a day ago, but now there was a significant difference.
Now, he didn’t care.
It’s not that he didn’t care about those beings. He did, which was strange because he didn’t know any of them personally, but they were obviously someone who mattered to the Gods, and someone very much like himself and his wife. But earlier, he wanted to know them and be informed about what they were doing because he thought his spiritual progress depended on it, as it seemed a logical way forward.
“Sweetheart”, he turned to his wife, “I think I know what we have to do now”.
“What do you mean?”
“We wanted to find our way around this new world in order to figure out what to do next, because that seemed like an obvious thing to do”, he whispered in her ear, as she lay comfortably nested on his chest. “But we already know what to do next; truly, we already started, and it already bore good fruits, and now we just need to continue doing it in earnest”.
“You mean, worship the Gods, and love each other?”, she whispered back, looking at him adoringly.
“Exactly. And boy, do we have material for it now. I can’t put your Mistress out of my mind. I don’t know what I expected; as a demon, I thought Gods were distant, indifferent assholes who show up only when someone needs to be killed, but that seems to be merely demon lore, nonsense they believe to make themselves look good. I also thought they promote arse-kissers because they are that pathetic, but that is a complete and utter misrepresentation of reality, to the point where it is hundred percent harmful and zero percent true. What is actually the case is that Gods are all about worship, and worship is something you can’t even imagine unless you have tasted it, because it’s not a normal thought or an emotion; it’s a breakthrough of the Absolute, unmanifested God, right into your heart, because it wants to express its true nature, which is reality-consciousness-bliss, and as you see the truth of a holy being, and speak this truth, it is necessarily worshipful, and it is necessarily blissful, and the more you do it, the more you grow spiritually and the greater reality, consciousness and bliss you feel. You, for instance; why are you the way you are? You are beautiful, honest, truthful, straightforward, intelligent and blissful. You didn’t become like that by thinking like the demons do – which is, inventing slanderous lies about their betters in order to make themselves feel falsely superior. No; you found a Goddess to serve, you asked her questions, she told you stories, you believed her and you benefited. You became clear, bright, beautiful and wickedly smart, which is why I’m in love with you”, he kissed her temple, as she blushed from all the compliments. “Your Goddess is amazing. She’s amazingly powerful, in magical and mysterious ways that make her potentially invincible and fatal to any enemy, and yet you saw how she is. She calls you her daughter, she’s proud and protective of you, she’s caring, kind and lovely, and she looks at her holy brother with the same worshipful wide eyes as we do. And Lord Shiva, I don’t even know where to start. He’s so kind, constantly trying to put everybody at ease and find good things to say about us, to boost us up, although he obviously knows of all our failings, but he brings them up only to show us how far we’ve come. To me as a former demon, and as a warrior, it’s so impressive to see how deeply strategic he is, how much thought he puts into understanding the problems, understanding how his enemies think and being multiple steps ahead of them. He’s devious in the best possible sense of the word, completely unlike what the demons would think the good people are. They think good people are naive, stupid, gullible and weak. I don’t know where they actually got that, because the Gods are incredibly good, I guess ‘holy’ is the proper word, but they are wickedly smart, strategic, calculated, clairvoyant and strong, and there’s an obvious blade of infinite sharpness and hardness hidden from sight, but if someone wants to fuck with them, it comes out faster than you can blink. I don’t know if you can appreciate my description, but I find it so amazing that I can literally drink bliss from worshipping them in my mind like that. It is absolutely delectable”, Zee purred.
“I think you are absolutely delectable, my husband”, Kay nuzzled his neck. “As you talk about Gods in this manner, and I take in your energy, I feel so excited I could explode in a burst of light. I think you are right: we do have everything we need for the way forward. We have Gods to worship, we have the knowledge they gave us that we can apply, and we have each other to love and talk to, so that we can sharpen our ideas and get to the truth more easily, and cover for each other’s weaknesses as we strive towards perfection. There are no distractions, there is nothing else to do, and even if there were anything else to do, this spiritual practice would be preferable and more enjoyable”.
“Why are all those people staring at us?”, Zee turned around and scratched his head.
“Oh, you’re right. Wow. They are staring at us because we are glowing with such power that it’s outshining the rest of the world, apparently”, Kay blushed.
“And we are having another growth spurt, apparently. Oh well. Are we going to allow them to watch us and possibly benefit from learning what we do, or do I teleport us into that coffee lounge that my Lord thoughtfully left there when he left?”, Azazel winked.
“No, let them watch, I don’t mind, and if they benefit from the insight, it would please me very much, as this is not something I would want to keep to ourselves. I’ll just blur out any intimacy between us, so that they can’t resolve it, because that part is none of their business”, she smiled mischievously. “Praised be the most holy Gods, who taught us this devotional sadhana”, she whispered, choking up from ecstasy and clarity of consciousness.
“Indeed”, whispered Zee, drinking the nectar of devotion and glowing from such ecstasy that he thought he would burst into a supernova and die if it were to grow any stronger.