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"The opinion polls from the southern region of Heaven areout and the results clerarly indicate a sliding majority for theright wing candidate Victor Perkins. Lets note this is just anopinion poll conducted by Heaven Broadcasting Corporation andthese results only probably reflect the outcome of the actualelections Riding on a massive defamation campaign against nearestrival Rob Maloy, Victor Perkins has managed to sweep therelatively more conservative southern and eastern regions ofheaven. We know almost for sure whom the people of these tworegions want as their next god. With more news as eventsprogress this is Kerry Johnson, Heaven News."Victor smiled as he switched off the T.V.. The past two years of active campaigning, and even more active mudslinging athis opponents had brought him to this stage.He was everythingthe people of heaven wanted in a leader, he told himself. He hadan effervescent charm so innate that he could turn the mostslippery of situations into something that could boost hisvotebank. The million dollar smile that he flashed whenever hisback was against the wall during the Godship debates madefemale angels swoon. He spoke like Cicero, commanded respectlike Caesar and projected the stoic image of Brutus. But deepdown inside he knew what he wanted, all he really wanted....Victor's father was an archangel. He was an elected memberof the council of angels, a parliament of sorts. He had run for Godfour times, he never made it. He drank himself to insanity andthey had to send him to hell. Victor had a very distinct memory ofhis father. It was when he was campaigning with his father forthe first time as a twelve year old boy. His father had just givena forty five minute long speech about the empowerment of femaleheavenly beings. There were a few noticeable glitches in thespeech. An hour later his father called his sixty five year oldspeech writer Nancy to his room and beat her with her walkingstick in front of his own son. Victor realized the ugliness and
 
deceit that politics was, but he also realized what he needed todo to gain what he really wanted, power." Victor is being raised to be god.", his father would tell hiscontemporaries, pointing to the handsome and charming eighteen year old during social gatherings. Victor was born a leader and heknew it. His thirst for power was unrivalled by anything else. Incollege while his friends would be asleep in the dorm Victor wouldstand in front of a mirror and spend hours practicing speechesand rehearsing the smile that later would be on the front page ofevery publication in Heaven. He would lead student unions andhobnob with the cultural elite of heaven with the same ease. Fromclass captain to member of interior council of angels, the journeythrough the ranks was fuelled by his almost obsessive need forpower. His moderate right wing ideology stuck a chord with thecommon heavenly being who had grown sick of havingfundamentalists or hippies as Gods. Victor was living his dream;he loved the notion of controlling not only the governance of abillion heavenly beings but the lives of six billion people in theearthly realm. He could smell victory and was ready to doanything to taste it.Victor loved the system. The idea of having one god withsupreme power for twelve years sounded very appealing to him.But there was a glitch. The final five god candidates would berandomly assigned a human being on earth whose destinies theyhad total control of. They had to be guardian angels to thosehuman beings for the duration of a month. It did not count in thefinal results but the elders believed in this long standing traditionand Victor would do anything to boost his popularity with theolder age groups.The day to assign the guardian angels to their respectivehuman beings had come. Victor drew his lot from a narrowed downlist of twenty. The piece of paper read," Trimis Maragas,, twelfthavenue, Queen, New York." Victor thanked his stars he didn’t get
 
assigned to some homeless kid in Africa. He asked his secretaryto make time in his schedule to check up on her. He then had alight supper and got dressed to give a lecture in the University ofHeaven on the destinies of the children in Africa.Three days later he went down to Queens to see the personwhose destiny he controlled. He thought of the name of thewoman, Ukrainian he said to himself and entered her apartmentthrough an open window. He knew he would be invisible to her andevery other person on earth. It was a small apartment with tworooms and a bathroom. He walked through the bathroom door andsaw a silhouette behind the shower curtain. He waited for her tofinish bathing. He saw the shower curtain being withdrawn and awoman come out. He looked at her in astonishment. She had themost beautiful hands he had ever seen. They were slightlycrinkled from the showering but they radiated an almost angelicglow. Her face epitomized beauty in the heavenly sense. She waswrapped in a large towel that mocked at him haughtily, teasinghim about the great secrets it concealed. She removed hershower cap to reveal hair that surrounded her face like a halo. Itwas beautiful brown hair with soft curls at the bottom whichglorified the asymmetry that her hair was when compared to themandatory straight hair for female angels back home. He turnedaway while she dressed fearing something unforeseen mighthappen if he looked. She sang as she dressed in a voice thatbecause of its imperfection made it the most beautiful thing hehad ever heard. He suddenly realized he had been with a lot ofwomen but this sight would never escape his mind.A day had passed and he called up his secretary and told herto cancel all his appointments for the next week. He decided tostay back on in the human realm, he didn’t tell why, he didn’t knowwhy. He stood in a corner for nine hours watching her sleep. Hefollowed her to the coffee shop where she worked as a waitressand even made an unwitting customer tip her twice the amount of
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