Heaven smiled, and there were halcyon days in the planets. “I shall average you out in the end and you will disappear.”
“And everything will end.”
“Will be complete.”
“Without me!”
“You spoil the symmetry of my universe.”
“I give it life.”
“Life comes from me.”
“No, Sire, life comes from me.”
One of the great shapes in attendance became distinct as Michael bearing his sword. “He blasphemes, O Lord. Shall I cast him forth?”
“But you did that some time ago,” answered Satan, speaking carelessly over his shoulder and not even looking at the speaker. “You keep on doing it. And—I am here.”