The Fallen Archangel

Kalaziel sat on his couch in the living room of his new home. He'd asked Celestia's personal construction team to build a penthouse. Although he did add an elevator himself. That had been the tricky part but it eventually worked.

He was worried his father could hear his thoughts, that he'd think he had ill intentions.

Truth be told, he missed his brothers and sisters.

Even his father and mother.

He had never been so far from Heaven before. He felt homesick. He wanted to go back.

But he couldn't. He wouldn't be allowed in through the pearly gates.

He'd also had his own little bar added to the room so he could have a few drinks to numb the pain of being kicked out of his home.

The ponies had similar alcoholic beverages to beers on Earth.

He'd poured himself three fingers to sip and drank a glass of scotch, enjoying the feeling of the buzz it caused.

Suddenly, a ding came from the elevator behind him. Inside it was a woman who's soul now resided in Heaven.

The woman had flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, a small nose and a soft but fake looking smile. She looked to be in her early thirties with an ample bust and curvy body.

"Hello, son." He was enraged. He knew who that voice was. His mother who'd betrayed him and caused him to be cast down to hell by his father for apparently trying to give a human immortality. However, that in itself wasn't possible by any means.

"What do you want want with me now?" The anger and pain clear in his voice as it cracked. He wanted her to leave and never come back. He hated her.

"You know, your dad wanted to destroy you for what you did. I saved you by begging him to cast you down to Hell. I didn't want him to kill you." Goddess ran a thumb over her son's cheek. She had managed to make a copy of Charlotte Richard's body for a human Earth form.

"Get your hands off of me!" The fury began to build up in his soul. She, his father and his siblings had abandoned him, rejected him. That's what had made it all the worse.

"Am I not allowed to show affection for my son?" The question seemed forced, as if she didn't really want to say it.

"I know you abused Jophiel when Dad and the rest of us weren't looking. I've always been perceptive and I'm not going to fall for this trick of yours!" He wasn't blind. His mother had always been manipulative towards Michael and Uriel, hence why they were more fond of her and trusted what she said.

"I know what I did then was bad and I admit it was wrong. I was just dealing with Post Partum Depression and Psychosis-"

"But you and dad can't get mental diseases like those because you're not human! It wouldn't be possible!" This couldn't be true. She had to be lying to him.

"We can, your father just never told you all. He wanted you to think of him in a certain way." He felt his mother was trying to manipulate him. He didn't know if he could trust her at this current moment in time.

"I'm not going to Earth or Hell. I am staying here! I have friends here! People I respect, trust and care about!" He wouldn't let her or his father control him.

"Why not!? If you don't your father will try and smite you! He will try and kill you!" How could her son see through her tactics? They usually always worked on Uriel and Michael. Her favorite sons.

"Deal with it, mother!" He had decided to put his foot down. He will not let her boss him around anymore.

Goddess held back her rage and forced another sweet smile. She walked towards him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Goodbye, my son." Goddess used her powers to teleport herself back to the realm of Heaven.

Once she was in her quarters, she summonded a punching bag and took out her fury on it. Her fury towards her son. He had managed to see right through her.

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Back in Equestria, Kalaziel decided he needed another drink after the encounter he'd just had and poured himself another glass.

He drank the glass and noticed the sky was now dark.

Time for sleep.

He walked into his bedroom which was connected to his living area and climbed into his bed.

Shortly afterwards, he had fallen into a deep and dreamless sleep.