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'And perhaps that is true also,' said Michael. He turned and looked at his brother. 'We are adversaries. That much is true. But I don't hate you Samael, and I have respect for your life and person. Do remember that,' and Michael nodded to his brother,
turned and went away.



Samael returned his gaze to the Angelfire. Such a Michaelesque statement to make, he thought to himself.



The fires cascaded, and spun away. Samael watched, fascinated, as it comforted his soul, and gave ease to the slightness of dark depression which seemed to be
there these days.



'Every Samael was born in there,' said another voice from his left. Samael turned. It was God.



'Father,' said Samael, nodding.



'And they were all born in you,' said God, coming to stand next to his son.



Samael glared at the fires, and thought he saw an image for a moment. One occasionally reached out and grabbed you. A face, sometimes a thought, or another flame of passionate life.



'All born in me,' said Samael softly to himself. He turned to God. 'What the hell is that supposed to mean?'



'You are the archetype. The ultimate fashioner and source of all who bear your moniker, as their name, or first name. Even family names are born in you somewhat, the house of Samael.'



'Who?' asked Samael. 'Who the hell are these people?'



They are in your nature, 100% completely. The entirety of eternity of the life of Samael. All of it is in you. You are very special to me because of it. All 700 of my angelic sons are. And the daughters one day will be also.'



'There it is again. Daughters of God. What the hell are these females?' asked Samael.



'One day you will know,' said God. 'The heaven of Angelfire is my foundation stone for eternity. All names are born here in time. Every first name – every
proper name – every surname. All, from the first to the last.'



'Fascinating,' said Samael, returning his focus to the flames. 'The Archetype of Samael am I? Bloody wonderful.'



'Yes,' said God, looking directly at Samael. 'It is all in you.'



Samael glared at the flames, and was vaguely aware God had departed, but he was
not ready to leave. He needed some comfort this afternoon, to sooth the darkness within.



'What the hell is an Archetype?' he asked the flames in front of him. They just
burned brightly in response. 'I am Samael, am I? The font of all wisdom?'



'Hardly,' said a voice.



'Another visitor,' said Samael, turning.



'The font of all wisdom is in all of us as one,' said Metatron. 'You can hardly
claim the wisdom of your Seraphim brothers, so much you disavow them, but wise they are.'



'If you call dung wise,' replied Samael.



Metatron chuckled and looked into the flames. 'There is not much of me. Not much yet anyway. It is not a name greatly favoured in the infinite ones to come
after us.'



'And you know this how?' asked Samael.



'I just sense it. Michael speaks boldly. Says unlimited numbers are within his heart. So much strength I do sense as well. His unfailing popularity it would seem.'



'Some guys get all the breaks,' said Samael, lighting another cigarette on the angelfire.



'If you call them breaks. Equal responsibility, God has told me from time to time. To represent so many and so much.'



'His egoness I am sure can handle the job,' smirked Samael.



Metatron looked squarely at his younger brother. 'And egos will you handle? The
devil's themselves it seems to me.'



'Perhaps indeed,' replied Samael.



They stood there, as if gaining warmth from the fire, but it was just a mild warmth. Cool at times, even.



'Life will go on, anyway,' said Metatron at last.



'That much I do know,' said Samael dryly. 'Life will go on.'



'And there the query endeth, and we fill in time as best we can,' said Metatron.



There was no reply. They stood there, watching the eternal glory of God's creativity, and Metatron stole away, eventually Samael joining him, finding rest in his abode, and dreaming dreams. Of Samael's and Michael's and Metatron saying 'Still bugger all
will use my bloody name.' And Samael grinned on that.

The End

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