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If you tried going to Phil’s home about 3 years ago, telling him that he would adopt three demonic and chaotic children, born from the fiery pits of hell itself, he would have laughed in your face, called you crazy and probably (maybe..) contacted the law enforcement afterwards. 

Well, present Phil if you asked that question would probably look at you tiredly and say, ‘I already had..’

If Phil had known at the time that the children he would adopt came straight out of hell…. he would still adopt them anyway. You see, Phil when he was younger had worked around demons and their children (since he was an angel, ‘Angel of Death’ people he knew would sometimes call him) and following the Angels and Demons peace treaty, so he knew how demons acted and how to treat or deal with them but those years of working with demons and studying their ways would not prepare Phil for what was to come for him.

He remembers the day like any other, he was finally a retired angel. After years of repeating angelic duties, he decided that he wanted to finally settle down and start a life and maybe a family for himself. Phil didn’t know how exactly he ended up deciding that going down to earth disguised as a human, hiding his wings and at the entrance of an Orphanage, ready to adopt human children was what he needed to start. Phil before had wanted to try and foster human children but changed his mind and wanted to full-on adopt.

“This place is quite well kept.” Phil said as he walked in, mostly speaking to himself and not seeing the lady who was seated on a chair by the entrance.

“Well, we constantly look after this place.” 

Phil quickly turned to her direction, the lady giving him a laid back, tired but curious expression. Her face lifted as she saw the embarrassment shining like the sun's rays all over his face. “Oh I was talking to myself, sorry ma’am.”

“No need to be and you don’t need to call me that, I ain’t like them old ass ladies that demand to be treated like some queen.” She paused before continuing, subtly changing the subject. “I think you're looking for something or maybe someone?” She said while trying to get up from where she sat. The chair pushed backwards against the wall as she tried, “Oh man, My darn legs…”

Phil reacted quickly and walked to her aid. “You need help?”

“Well yes, if you don’t really mind.”

“Not at all,” With that Phil gently pulled her to her feet. She stumbled for a bit before gaining full balance. 

“Thanks,” She hummed, “My back and legs ain’t working as good as it used to, comes with old age.”

Phil smiled, “I see that and you’re welcome.”

She smiled before straightening herself and started walking to the reception table. “ You're a nice guy, don’t usually get a lot of that ‘round here. People don’t usually stop and offer to help out an old lady like yourself. I've been working here for over 50 years and not once has a person offered to help me out without me asking.” She paused before sitting down on a chair next to the table. Her eyebrows raised, “You would be the first then….say, I haven’t seen you around before, are you new?”

Phil frowned, not at the question, but at the fact that the people here don’t stop to help out another. Which was very, disappointingly true. Everyone here was just so 'busy'. That information wasn’t new to Phil, since he had seen and also taken part of this before. A sudden flashback of the time a group of young teens was basically following him around making fun of his supposed age, appearance and accent dawned on him. It wasn’t severe, just some teens who had nothing better to do than follow a retired man and ask him all sorts of questions - in which Phil didn’t really mind answering some of them and mostly overall, Phil had enjoyed their company. He had seen it time and time again how people on earth would treat each other. It made Phil’s heart ache with every time he’d seen it. It also made the fire in his heart burn fiercer with determination to try and help put to an end these rude and cruel acts.

Phil was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts by loud thumping. He looked back at where the lady was only to find her sitting in the same spot, but with two big books constantly slamming them together.

She looked up at Phil, a smug smile on her face. “Glad to see you're back, how was your little day dream?”

Phil sighed before smiling, “ You didn’t have to do that, you could have called me."

“Call you, but I don’t know your name...?”

“Oh...yeah-”

Chuckling, she used the table to help lift herself up before asking, “ You wanna change that though?”

Phil smiled, “Sure,” he walked towards her and pushed a hand out, “ I’m Phil, Philza Minecraft.”

“ And I’m Mabel, Mabel Grayson.” She reaches out and shakes his hand, “ You have an interesting name.”

Phil laughed, “Thanks, I get that a lot.”

Oh Mabel, that first meet was quick but it was one to cherish.

 After the adoption, she and Phil talked and hung out a lot. He would visit the orphanage to play and spend time with the kids there.(Phil loved the kids, the fondest memories of them is that they were the first of many to give Phil a dad related nickname, the most popular one was ‘Dadza’)

Phil would be there to sometimes watch as some of the orphans left, having finally found their new homes. He would wish farewell to them with Mabel by his side before going to spend time with her. Phil became really popular with not only the kids or the orphanage they resided in, but the entire neighborhood. All while Mabel was starting to really enjoy her life, well what was left of it . It was great having her around, even if it didn’t last long. 

About two years after they met, Phil found out that she had passed in her sleep. He was devastated. He had lost the only person he knew understood him, even if she was human. He remembered her giving him parental advice, although he knew that most of it wouldn’t really apply to his children. Phil had wanted to open up to her and tell her about what he was when she was still alive. He wasn’t scared that Mabel would run away with that knowledge. Knowing her, she would mostly bother him all day about it, but she would at first need to be convinced that Phil was telling the truth before all that though.

‘ Mabel was sassy and a bit cranky but an honest, loving and caring old lady and I believe that if it wasn’t for her old back and the little time she had left, she would have done some pretty great and life changing things.’ -Phil. 

Diary entry: Number 1675

Phil offered to release her soul himself, just so he could see her one last time and so he could be the one to send her on her way. He remembered her shocked face when she found out. He remembered her cringing at the fact that Phil was severely older than her, even though he looked like he was in his mid thirties. They hung out like they did for the final time before Phil took her to the afterlife. It was an emotional parting, but Phil left- smiling and knowing that the world she had spent her life in, that treated her poorly, wasn’t going to harm her emotionally and physically anymore than it already did.

Mabel had lived a life of mostly pain and hardship. She told Phil that her husband and children had a head on collision with a drunk driver. Both parties died. It was just Mabel alone in a world that seemingly hated her, but she powered through and Phil praised her for that. Most people in her position would just give up, but not her. She got a job first at a nursery before she went to have a job at the town's Orphanage. She treated all the children like if they were her own. 

"If I were to choose between all the wealth a person like myself could have, and all the children stuck her in this Orphanage without families. I would OF COURSE pick the children. The children here mean more to me than any random paper bill."

"I knew you would answer with something like that." Phil chuckled.

"If you knew I would answer with that, why'd you ask me the question?"

"I don't know, I guess I just wanted to know…?" Phil was lost in thought, he also wasn't sure why he asked that question.

"Well the Karen in me is offended." She said after a pause, she pouted her lips to look like she was really offended and hurt. " I can't believe you… Mr. Minecraft..."

"Look- I'm sorry, okay?" Phil said, wanting so desperately to laugh at the way she made her face but also not wanting to lose his character. " And why do you have to say my last name like that?"

"To prove a point, also, I now hate you and your face. I also now want to speak to your supervisor."

They both laughed.

Human lives in comparison to an angel’s is like comparing the age of the universe to that of an old ant. The universe would live to see billions upon billions of years before it’s days would come to an end. Angels are similar in that fashion, they aren’t immortals but angels could live for thousands to even MILLIONS of years and would still look like they haven’t age at all. Phil knew he would lose his best friend one day, he had just didn’t expected it to be that soon. One of the first rules for any angel or demon is to try and not get attached to anything living on earth because soon enough, it will disappear and you will never see it again. That rule played over and over in his mind during his time with Mabel, reminding him, but Phil ignored it. It might have not been smart, because if Phil had followed that rule for Mabel, he probably wouldn’t have felt that hurt when she passed, but he was retired and didn’t have to follow most of the rules anymore, though it pained him...

…..And here he was, (present day) staring up at his roof, his three demon spawns (literally) were hanging on the roof above him, laughing their adorable, mischievous (and sometimes scary, though Phil wouldn’t admit it to himself) faces off.

“Dad- Phil! Look at what we managed to do!” The youngest of the trio shouted, giggling between words, probably at Phil’s confused, worried and extremely tired expression.

“I see,” Phil sighed, this will be a long and exhausting day...

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I know, I know...

It's been two weeks (probably more or less but I'm not gonna check cuz I'm too tired.)

For the people who saw my April Fools post, I said I was going to post the second chapter on Saturday- two days ago.

But that was simply not the case, cuz the chap is still not here.

I wanted to explain.

(Gosh, I have a shit time schedule what is wrong with me)

Basically I lost all my stuff because my computer had to be rebooted.

Dont worry it's cool--I lost all my notes.

Again, dont worry

I rewrote some of the chaps on my phone but you gonna have to wait a bit longer.

(Like I said, I have a shit time schedule so i basically update whenever my brain deems ready)

You will get a chapter but I will not tell you when because even I dont know.

Anyways, Enjoy your Easter my gorgeous Crack-heads. 

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