Request from pepplestone! That was kind of tough to write as at first I wasn't sure where I wanted this one shot to go but I hope I did it justice. Also please note I am not stating god hates all gays or anything of the sort, it is merely for the premise of the story; Jack is homophobic in this one so plus be weary of that!

Thank you for nearly 68,000 reads; I will never get used to typing any number even as big as that its so crazy!! Im super grateful that you all continue to stick with me through this; I still have lots of ideas up my sleeve and requests are still open!

'Not all angels are flawless white wings and halos, some wings are taunted with a darkness you cannot wash off.'

'Angels fall, its not your fault; time goes on without you.'

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Playing god, was no easy task. It was a weight upon your shoulders one that often made you sink due to how many people relied on you to keep peace, bring joy and give them hope in darkest of moments. But Jack didn't do it alone, no. He had perhaps an army - if you will, of others beaming kindness, baring forgiveness and hope to people who believed and even some who didn't. And then there was Jacks second in command if you could call it that, his lead angel so to speak -- Mark. He kept him sane most days in these dark times; the world was changing, terror was happening - people were dying in more harsher ways - ways they weren't suppose to and times were violent more than anything.

Even having angels on board was hard, people that had fallen and then after there passing were chosen - their soul too good to just stay on earth. Each and every angel here was good, undeniably so.

Times were changing - dawning a new era.

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When the world was made - Jack had created man and woman; two creatures made for each other, to start beginnings of earth he hadn't imagined now, so many people would inhabit it nor had he imagined that people could be so cruel and turn on themselves and those who turned, deserved to be punished even beyond the grave, for the torment they caused others, torment and terror that could not be forgiven. Thus, the need for a hell.

Not all are good.

Not all are bad.

And hell, seemed to just get bigger and bigger as the days past and it indeed, got out of hand.

Jack even began to send people to hell due to their lack not doing what they were created for, like people were handed a rulebook at birth on how to act.

But, in bringing hell and sending people there caused a bit of an uproar from one particular angel.

Mark - one of his best friends, somebody that praised him for his descions and even looked after some people on earth began to question it, asking why some people were there when they hadnt done anything wrong and Jack just shrugged him off answering they went against what he intended and one day, it came to ahead.

"And what exactly did you intend?" Mark hissed, through gritted teeth. Spoken with venom.

"This man, wanted to be with a man instead of a woman." Mark looked like he was about to swing for Jack, as he stepped back a bit.

"Jack, people have done worse things! You have to be joking."

Mark was the only one allowed to call him Jack, he presisted when he arrived at heaven's gates - a complete refusal to call him lord even after Jack always corrected him but gave up, a lost cause.

"It is not how I intend it to be."

Mark just turned on his heels, mumbling that he was a joke and completely wrong for being so close-minded. Mark thought that humans could be who, and what they wanted as long as they did not harm others; that's what hell was for the ones that did harm others and liking someone of the same sex was not harming anyone. He was furious.

Mark tried speaking to the other angels about it, but of course they had there halos so far up Gods ass it was no use.

He was frustrated and wouldnt let it go, people were being punished for being themselves and that was utterly wrong in Marks eyes - It was ashame he was on his own with his morals.

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Jack had known him long enough to realize that that disagreement was not the last of it; Mark had so much unsaid and it was brewing in the air like a balloon ready to just pop.

And it did.

Mark had gotten Jack - the lord, on his own as he raged at him and he looked like a deer in the headlights as if nobody had ever disagreed with him - god (literally) forbidden anyone disagreed with somebody so powerful, Mark was going to take him down a peg or two.

"I thought your plan for this earth was for people to live and evolve - Which they are, they are not just monkeys, you cannot control what they do, the only damn thing you controlled mr high-and-mighty- is creating the earth. How do you know what was meant and what wasn't?" Mark was within breathing distance of him now, a few veins atop his head popping out - this had brewed for a long time now in Marks mind.

"I intended for man and woman to be together."

"Bible says Adam and eve; why cant people do both; or just Adam, or just eve?!" Mark hissed, teeth greeted as he pushed the head angel back a little and that was it, Jack was appalled at his language and how he had the nerve to shove him - tell him he wasn't doing a good job. He was God for fuck sake, this was his Earth nobody else's!

"Go to Hell!" Jack snapped, a fury raining over him.

Whatever God wanted, he got.

Mark stepped back, shocked but then quickly recomposed himself however there was a storm brewing inside him a hurricane of anger and hurt. Mark had been one of Jacks first angels so for Jack to be so quick on the mark to send him to hell it felt like betrayal.

It should be Mark playing God, showing people it was okay to be who they wanted.

"Oh yeah, send me with the rest of the gays; What ever will I do." Mark rolled his eyes but his halo had disappeared atop his head and his wings were somewhat retracting.

Go to hell was like gods way of sending you to your room and Mark didnt care.

He left heaven quicker than he had entered it.

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Hell had found its leader, its god of sorts. Mark had had it with being pushed around acting like a second in command but never really doing anything because he wasn't god in the heavens; Mark was just another angel in Heaven. Was. He was here to get his rage out on those who did wrong in their time they were given - a time that should be spent wisely because you only get one chance regardless, spending it being an asshole is not good use of said time. Mark did not punish those whom were gay and were simple here because of that - he favored them if anything. He might have been full of rage but he still had his morals.

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There came a day in which hell's god met Heavens god once again and Mark with all the fury and anger in his bones even with punishing people who have sinned beyond forgiveness, when he saw Jack he still felt the fire in his bones as the day he was sentenced to hell. Mark had lost his wings and halo and gained horns and a pointy tail.

"Thought id pay you a visit." Truth was, he wanted to see how heaven looked and if Jack had replaced him. Long ago maybe he would have tried to get back into heaven, ask god for forgiveness but that ship had sailed and sunk.

One good thing about things is that the world was changing, opening its eyes and realizing that it didnt have to be just man and woman.

However Mark had come to realize that when he had entered heaven the first time, he was searching for something; he wanted Jack to accept him.

Mark had took a beating or two for who he was when he was around on earth and many had told him he deserved to suffer; So when he had entered heaven and god had taken a liking to him told him that he was pure but then sentenced him to hell with one disagreement.

He was hurt but he was here to deliver a message, tell god to wake up.

"You look like the devil incarnate." 

Ah yes, The Devil; somebody Jack had defeated in his time an angel that betrayed him or perhaps he was driven away just like Mark was because God was foolish.

A smile grazed upon Marks features as he sneered.

"I am. But that's not what I'm here for."

Jack rolled his eyes.

"Stop sending people who are gay to hell, only thing they get is a cup of coffee and praised - Its a waste of time really. They deserve to be in heaven if they havent committed a crime. Being gay isnt a crime Mr its Adam and eve not Adam and Steve." He sneered again, anger still burning in his soul.

"I am learning to accept those."

Those, it was Marks turn to roll his eyes.

"I am sorry I sent you to hell."

"Too late for that now." The very little softer side of him wanted to see it was okay but the anger and hurt he'd gone through was being stubborn. No, the apology meant nothing to him - it was too late for God to accept him.

Jack too, was struggling. All the angels were always trying to get closer to him and he had snapped at every one of them. He had trusted Mark with everything and made a mistake in banishing him.

The Devil was once gods best friend.

God was once the devil to his best friend.

But, times were changing and he should've accepted sooner but it was too little too late.

Anger had consumed Mark and Jacks own stubbornness and thinking he was right all the time had consumed him at one point but Mark was far too gone to be saved.

The devil is just a fallen angel, gone too far from god's grasp. There was no saving him now.