[ WP ] You are visited by your guardian angel but he/she is an asshole .

Continuation of [ this. ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/25d59i/wp_guardian_angels_exist_and_often_visit_yours_is/chg0zc8 ) 
 
 The sound of fluttering wings made me shiver, causing me to lay down the book I had been trying to enjoy. I knew that sound all too well. It was a sound I dreaded hearing every single day. The sound of Steve, my self-assigned Guardian Angel. I quickly ran down a mental checklist of everything I'd done during the week. Or was it more than a week this time? I could n't remember. It was weird. There was a time that Steve would have been on my ass every single day, but as of late, he'd pop in every once in a while, bitch at me for several minutes, and swiftly head off to wherever it is angels come from. 
 
 Today, though... Today was not one of those days. Steve looked different, off in a way. Not his usual, pissed off, shit-faced self. He almost looked... Sad. In all the years Steve and I had known each other, Steve had never been sad. Steve only had one emotion, and that was self-righteous anger. Anger at having to take care of `` some dumbass mortal''. He never did tell me what that was all about. Even after all this time, all I ever knew was that it was `` the big man's master plan'' to send angels down to the world to ensure that we were n't `` fucking up and getting ourselves killed''. 
 
 That was over seventy years ago. Steve had appeared shortly after I graduated high school, spouting off some story about how he was here to protect me, and ensure my safety for some reason, and that I was going to have to deal with it. Like I believed a damn word. Oh, I learned quickly enough that there was no escaping an angel, and a pissed off angel was not something you really wanted to deal with. But deal with him I did, all these years. Dealt with his hatred of his job, hatred of me, hatred of being stuck down here babysitting. Did n't like it, but there was n't a damn thing I could do about it. I tried running away, but there was nowhere to run. I tried finding help, but they were too busy dealing with angel bullshit of their own. That certainly got my attention. Everywhere around the world, people were being `` protected'' by guardian angels. 
 
 The world became a completely different place to live after that day. No wars. No fighting. We were n't allowed to do anything that would put us, or another person, in harm's way. Humanity tried to keep the old habits. It was rather difficult to do when any aggressive act would cause your angel to use their powers in whatever way seemed best to get you to knock that shit off. Steve's favorite method of choice was bubble wrap. I still have nightmares about it. I only hope that tonight wo n't end in bubble wrap. 
 
 Steve's standing at the edge of my bed, watching me. He has n't said a word yet. It's kind of a rarity for him. I wonder if he's trying to figure out what to yell at me for. I hope he hurries. I'm rather tired. It's been a very long day, and I would really like to finish this book. I've been trying to finish it for a while now, but I keep forgetting where I left off. I've been doing that a lot lately. My mind just is n't what it used to be. Maybe I'll just doze off. Yes, that might be best. He ca n't yell at me if I'm asleep. And he's certainly not saying anything right now anyway. I can always finish the book in the morning, without having an angel hovering over me. Why is he hovering, anyway? Steve does n't hover. And why is it so cold in here? So cold, indeed. I must be tired. I think I'll close my eyes. Yes... Much better... Just... Drift off... Sleep... Deal with Steve... Later... 
 
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 Steve stood at the end of John's bed, watching as his charge fell asleep for the last time. It had been a very long time since they first met, since the day God had given the order to watch over humanity. One last act for the sake of all mankind. A chance to extend their lives as long as possible, to prolong the inevitable fate that awaited them. None of them knew the nightmare that lay in store for their souls after they passed. 
 
 Heaven had ceased to exist. Hell had too, for that matter. None of the wars of angels and demons could have prepared them for that day. Giant gashes had appeared in both realms, like large tears in reality, sucking in countless souls. Angel and demon alike fled in fear from the abyss that hungered for their very essence. Even with all the might of God they were unable to close the rifts, and watched helplessly as everything was devoured by the void. Even new souls, drifting up to be judged, were taken into the darkness, unable to escape their fate. The more they devoured, the larger they grew, and soon the ethereal world was filled with vortexes, yearning for souls. 
 
 Thankfully, there was hope. Newborn souls could be drawn away from the void, so long as they had a guide the instant they were released. But there was still no Heaven, and still no Hell, just a blank empty nothingness, filled with dangerous holes. So God gave a final decree. And ordered all Angels, fallen or no, to watch over the souls of humanity. To give them as much time as they could have, before their souls were damned to an eternity of darkness or destruction. And with that last command, God Himself plunged into the darkness, to find the source of the abyss that consumed His creation. 
 
 And so Steve met John. John who spent most of his life wishing to end it. Something which Steve was definitely not having any part of. Every day, having to stop John from doing something stupid, something completely idiotic. Why could n't he see how much Steve cared? That moronic fuck. All the time. Constantly arguing, wanting to die, for what? So many times. And then, finally, they stopped. And John started living for himself. Did n't even need Steve. Until now. Reaching out his hand, Steve grabbed on to John's soul. And together, for the first time since they met, they departed without obscenities, drifting up into the darkness.
