[WP] Breaking out of hell is illegal. Breaking into heaven is illegal. So both sides were very confused when someone broke out of heaven into hell.

The Almighty God, Heavenly Father, the Alpha and the Omega, creator of the Heavens and Earth, had gone missing.

No one knew where He was, nor could anyone remember the last time they had seen Him. Word started to spread that the Heavenly Father was no longer in Heaven. There were times where he would spend a day on Earth, to see his creations, but he would announce it and be back soon.

St. Peter was the last to see him. He had played chess with God about a year ago, on the one day St. Peter takes a break from guarding the entrance to Heaven.

St. Peter was talking to God about the sheer amount of people being sent down to Hell far outnumbers the amount of people being sent to purgatory or Heaven.

Since St. Peter wasn’t at the entrance to Heaven (which is the only way in or out of Heaven), it was closed, and therefore no one could go in, nor out, of Heaven. Only he had the key.

Gabriel, Michael and Raphael sat down at the Eye of Heaven, a space in Heaven where one could witness anything and everything that has ever happened or will ever happen.

But even the Eye wasn’t able to find out where God has gone.

The last entry was God and St. Peter, playing chess, and talking about the universe God had created.

Michael focused in on one of the topics of conversation they were having.

“Why do you think people have lost faith,” God asked.

“Scandals in the Church have hurt. The rules for entry might be too strict, if I’m being honest. Honor Thy Mother and Father is a tough one because how does one honor them if they aren’t good people themselves? Lots of anger in the world also. Everyone wants to speak and be heard but no one wants to listen,” St. Peter said. “And it is hard to listen when everyone is simply shouting at each other.”

“I see that all the time when I visit Earth. I see the hate and violence and suffering. But I also see the kindness and love. And yes, the anger and hate and the violence. But I gave them all free will. That was their choice. That was their Original Sin,” God said. “Also, check.”

St. Peter studied the board for a second. “Did they really have a choice? A child born in a war torn country with no faith in God will never gain it. A child born with drug addicted parents didn’t choose that. An adult being killed by a drunk driver or random shooter or natural disaster…they didn’t choose that for themselves. They were born in it. And now, sadly, most of them are in Hell.” He moved his rook to block God’s bishop.

“The threat of hell should be enough to make people…” God stopped mid sentence, and shook his head. He moved his queen into the back row. “Caught you. Checkmate.”

“Well, that was enjoyable,” St. Peter said. “Thank you for the match. What were you saying about Hell, sire?”

“Nothing, just lost in my own thought. Got so excited about beating you I forgot what I was going to say,” God said.

“Til next time…”

The Eye stopped. That was the last recorded instance of God it had.

Gabriel studied the Eye for a moment.

“Show me Hell,” Gabriel said. Michael and Raphael tried to object, but it was too late. The Eye was peering into the endless abyss of Hell, just outside the vortex that leads into the first layer.

“Find Lucifer,” Gabriel said. The Eye didn’t respond. “Eye of Heaven, I command you, find the fallen angel Lucifer. Find the Morningstar”

Nothing.

“The Eye doesn’t record the events of Hell,” Michael said. “I remembered God telling me that once. The Eye doesn’t see things it does not want to look at.” They all looked at each other, knowing what has happened, but too terrified to speak it into existence.

Raphael broke the stalemate with the simple phrase, “God went to Hell”.

They quickly rushed out of the room, and flew with the greatest of speeds, focused on reaching the Pearly Gates and heading towards Hell. St. Peter saw them and his eyes widened in fear. He has never seen the three angels this determined and focused before. Something terrible has happened.

They flew right past him, and suddenly all of Heaven knew something was wrong. The three angels would never fly that quickly out of Heaven without reason. Murmurs turned to whispers which turned to gossip about what might have happened.

The three angels flew with a fury not seen or witnessed by anyone ever before. The vortex to Hell was a formality at this point, they burst through and into the other side of Hell. In Hell, their wings singed and burned as they fell out of the sky onto the ground.

“About time my brothers showed up,” the fallen angel Lucifer said as he welcomed his three new guests.

“Where is He!?” Michael shouted.

Lucifer smiled and pointed into one of the deepest, darkest pits of Hell. And there was God.

His clothes were dirtied and had burn holes in them. His white beard was dirty with soot and ash. His body looked weaker and fragile. He was on his knees, with a bucket next to him.

“…what have you done to him!?” Gabriel demanded.

“I didn’t do anything,” Lucifer said. “He showed up here unannounced one day and demanded to be given a tour. It was his first time here, you see, and the poor fool cried the moment he saw the number of people he had condemned here.”

“So what is he doing?” Michael asked.

“Washing the feet of those He failed,” Lucifer said. “Ah…the guest of honor has arrived.”

The three angels faces dropped as they saw who was walking towards God.

Judas.

“Let’s go have a peak at this lovely reunion,” Lucifer said and the four of them were now standing fifteen feet above God and Judas.

Out of all the damned souls in Hell, Judas looked the worst. His face, his hands, his mouth and eyes, all blackened and burnt.

God cried when he saw him.

With his washcloth, God started to wash the feet of his Son’s betrayer. He then tore a piece off his own robe, dipped it into the bucket, and started to was Judas’ face.

“My child,” God told him. “You betrayed my Son. You lead him to his death and you betrayed him. I am sorry. I put that burden on you. You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve any of this. I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

And with that phrase, the Heavens and Earth and Hell itself, were changed forever.