I used to believe in science

Father Parry noticed that there was an unfamiliar face in the chapel today.

The girl looked to be in her twenties, with beautiful blue eyes on a young doll face.She didn't know when she came, and she sat low-key among the crowd, listening to his sermon quietly.But the priest found her easily. This girl has an enigmatic aura that won't be ignored even in the crowd.

After the sermon was over, and the people in need asked him for answers to some questions, Father Parry looked at the position and found that the girl was still sitting there, so he decided to visit her.After all, there are fewer and fewer young people who are pious and willing to go to church to worship these days. He wants to show friendliness as much as possible and keep this girl.

"May God bless you, is there anything I can do to help you?" He walked to the row of chairs where the other party was sitting, and sat down on the side with a distance from the other party, looking at her and trying his best to show his greatest friendliness .

"It's nothing, I'm just...thinking about some problems." The girl didn't look at him, but continued to look up at the crucifix hanging in the middle of the church. "You are currently the closest to God."

"I'm glad you favored us here, but my child, God is omniscient and omnipotent, and every church is his holy place, and there is no one that is closer to him."

"You know, there's an interesting issue with your statement on the philosophical propositions of mankind, called can God create a rock that he can't lift ... because whether the proposition can or can't mean that God is not omnipotent. "

Antoinette turned to look at the priest, and the priest's tight mouth showed that he was displeased with what she said, but his good manners made him hold back, which amused Antoinette, and she continued, "We are in This discussion of God can also become a proposition, when I say something bad to him, will he be angry? If he is angry, he is not absolutely fair, but if he is indifferent, he is not absolutely fair to you."

"..."

Before the priest opened his eyes wide and the anger value visible to the naked eye rose to the peak, Antoinette waved his hand. For a moment, the priest felt that the time around him stopped, and everything stagnated, and he was just right enough to see Looking at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, in the blink of an eye, the clock crossed a frame and closed at twelve o'clock, and the surrounding time began to flow.

He blinked, not sure what had just happened, but the girl who had been sitting in front of him was gone.

Antoinette is now standing in front of a small restaurant, and the church she was just standing at is opposite the intersection on the left behind her. She raised her head and glanced at the old signboard, then pushed the door and walked in.

The wind chime at the door made a ringing sound when she pushed the door open.

The small shop with a size of one inch was empty at this noon time, only two people were sitting at the table in the middle.Among them, a man with messy hair in a plaid shirt sat facing the door, and when he saw her, he waved happily, "You're here."

If Dean and Sam had been here, they would have been startled by the familiar face of the prophet who had written about the Winchester brothers' experiences by the name of Chuck.

But Antoinette now saw something else beneath the man's skin.She walked over, pulled out a chair, sat down unceremoniously and greeted him, "Father."

In the church, what she said to the priest was not in a metaphorical sense, but in a literal sense, 'nearest to God'.

"I've always been more tolerant of my lovely children." Chuck smiled at her, but the meaning was to continue her earlier debate with the priest.

"I thought there were only four of your 'cute sons and daughters', and the rest of us are ordinary consumables." Antoinette was unmoved. "Odin must have referred to the angels when he created the Valkyries."

"Ahem." Chuck almost choked on the water that Chuck raised to his mouth because of Antoinette's embarrassment.

And the other guy who had been sitting there before laughed at the conversation.When the withered old man in a black suit raised his head, he had a sense of calm and prestige. Even if you don't know his identity, you can know his strength the moment you look at him.

This is the most equal and inescapable truth across the entire universe - the Death Himself.

At this moment, he put down the steak knife and fork, and wiped his mouth gracefully with a tissue, "I like her."

"..." Chuck sighed, and looked at Antoinette sadly, "This is not a good sign, very, very bad, it means that you are being targeted by death."

"Don't worry, there is still a long way to go before I really take you in." Death looked at Antoinette, narrowed his eyes slightly as if thinking about something, then shrugged slightly, "Maybe it's not that long."

"You're examining my future possibilities." Antoinette was interested. "What do you see?"

"Not many, but some are very interesting." Death smiled mysteriously at her "Do you want to know?"

"I don't want to." Antoinette shook her head. In fact, the possibilities that Death said were just possibilities. Every decision she made would increase or decrease unnecessary troubles, so she turned around and looked to the other side " I killed Lucifer."

"I know." Chuck nodded, then looked at Antoinette who was still staring at him, "Do you want me to react?"

"I don't know? You used to like Lucifer a lot, and you had high expectations for him... Anyway, that's what Gabriel told me in the past." Antoinette shrugged.

"I do like him, and I have high hopes for him," Chuck said, in the modern tense, "but I also know best what goes with the flow . . . Evolution... See if they are developing well now, mutants, time machines, parallel universe observations... Lucifer, it's just time."

"I'm talking to God about letting nature take its course... that sounds weird."

"Then what can I do, they have been in ooc when they wrote about me, and I didn't say anything."

"What about me? Am I in your script?" Antoinette blinked, taking on personal emotion for the first time in this conversation, making her voice sound tense.

Chuck showed a pitiful expression, because he saw through Antoinette's contradiction. She wanted to be special, but she didn't want her fate to be determined when the sky opened. He looked at her for a while, and then Answer "I'll tell you the truth, the birth of mutants was never in my plan, probably precisely because this is a naturally evolved species, that's why the Phoenix chose them as hosts. But, boy, you did It’s pretty good, not just any angel can control this kind of power.”

After hearing such an answer, Antoinette leaned back in his chair dejectedly, and looked at him blankly, "Then what should we do next?"

what do I do?What am I?Angel?Humanity?nothing?

As always, God sees all her problems "You decide, boy, I let it go a long time ago."

"..." Antoinette was silent, and for a moment the whole space seemed to be still.

Then an outside voice broke the silence.

It wasn't technically a real voice, but some kind of calling, calling Antoinette's name, all the names she'd had.

"Someone needs you." Chuck spread his hand, reminding her "you can choose to answer or not."

"How do you deal with it?" Antoinette asked curiously, "There are countless people praying to you every day."

"I usually ignore them... If something happens and I can settle it, that's okay."

Such an unscrupulous and straightforward answer made Antoinette choked up. She really wanted the guys in heaven, especially Michael, to see this scene, but Chuck added, "But generally I don't pray to me." I know...you are different."

"..." Antoinette thought, and after a long time, or only a moment, she stood up.

"Come on." Chuck waved his hand as he watched her walk to the door, and Antoinette stopped and turned back as if thinking of something and asked him, "Can you really build a rock that you can't lift?"

"I choose not to, my child." God answered subtly.

After Antoinette left, Chuck let out a long breath. The majesty of the father he had shown before was gone, and there was only the irritability of a procrastinating author who hadn't finished writing when the deadline came.

He grabbed a handful of hair in distress, and complained to Death, "You know I'm thinking about whether I should add this paragraph to the end of the novel, because if I don't add it, it will be incomplete. Lucifer, let the Winchesters go on for so long or something... Readers will definitely not buy it... But it sounds awkward to say that the author is God in the finale."

While tasting the black tea, Death stirred the teaspoon and replied with a mysterious smile, "You are the author, you can end it however you want."

Constantine let out a long breath when he heard the soft flapping of wings in his ears.

With so many superheroes looking at him, it would be embarrassing if the summoning was unsuccessful at this moment.Because he didn't know which name the other party recognized now, he even called all the identities she had.Fortunately, the other party responded very face-saving.

He turned his head, and when he saw Antoinette standing in the crowd, he wanted to give her a hug.

The other superheroes dispersed as soon as Antoinette appeared, surrounding her in the center and guarding her.

Antoinette looked around and saw many familiar faces, but ignored everyone at the same time.She was looking for that special magical wave.Although responding to Constantine's call was purely because Natalie had a little friendship with him in the past, it was another kind of magic that could break through her one-way closure and let her hear these calls, the kind that was incompatible with her abilities .

Then she locked a girl in a red dress in the crowd, and this girl also stared at her closely. The moment they looked at each other, they seemed to know each other.

"My name is Wanda." She heard the holder of Chaos Magic introduce herself.