God had been paying very close attention to William Kinley, as well as to his youngest grandson. He'd hoped that William Kinley would learn from the hard lesson Lucifer attempted to teach, but like his son, God was certain that the priest could not be reasoned with. Well, that was fine. If this man persisted on being a threat to his grandson, he would be the first human God personally dealt with in eons.

God had arrived not long after his son and Chloe Decker left briefly to get something to eat. He knew Kinley would arrive soon after. God supposed he could've simply warned his son that the threat was not as gone as he thought, but that would be a temporary solution. No, it was best for God to handle the problem himself. Besides, he wanted some time with his grandson, which led him to as he was now, holding his grandson as William Kinley stared at him.

Kinley wasn't sure how the man in front of him knew his name, but he chalked it up to the man being a friend of the child's parents. It didn't matter anyway. All that mattered was that he get rid of the man so could take out the Antichrist. He hoped to do that peacefully, but he'd make sacrifices if he had to. "Sir, you must put that child down at once."

God raised an eyebrow and smirked in amusement. "Do I? Now, who are you to tell me what I must do?"

"I am a man of God. You must put that child down. It is dangerous," Kinley said.

The baby began to fuss a bit in his grandfather's arms.

God rocked the boy and began talking to him. "Shh. You don't pay any attention to that man. You're perfect."

"Sir, you must listen to me. That child belongs to the Devil himself. It must be stopped," Kinley said, gripping the blade in his hand tightly.

God's gaze returned to Kinley, and any amusement that was there before evaporated. He spoke to the man quietly, but lethally. "Mr. Kinley, the little tolerance I have for you is diminishing with each word you speak! I suggest you not test me!"

Kinley didn't mean to, but he did flinch at the man's harsh words. He felt some sort of power came from them, but he knew he must have imagined it. The man must simply have that sort of personality. "Sir, I have come to eliminate the risk…"

"I'm aware of why you've come," God interrupted. "By the time we're finished, you will regret that intention, and the threat you pose to this child will be gone."

"You must listen to me. Lucifer Morningstar is…"

"Do not speak to me of Lucifer. I know all there is to know about him. Now, I will deal with you momentarily, but first, I will tend to the child," God said before standing up.

Lucas stated to cry again.

"Shh, there is nothing to worry about, my boy. The bad man isn't going to hurt you," God said before placing his grandson down in the crib.

Father Kinley began to get antsy. This was the first chance he'd had at the Antichrist since the failed car accident, and he only had it because he'd tricked people into believing he'd left the country. He wouldn't be able to pull off something like this again. It could be a very long time before he had another chance, if he ever did. He had to act now.

Kinley approached the man tending to the Antichrist. He raised his knife to attack. He didn't want to kill unnecessarily, but he couldn't take the risk that he would miss his chance to finish his work for God. He couldn't allow that.

As Kinley went to stab him, God turned to him. The knife was out Kinley's hand and into God's before the human could react. God then raised his free hand and effortlessly sent Kinley into a chair.

Kinley stared at the man in disbelief. Well, man likely wasn't the right word. The being hadn't even touched him. He couldn't be human. "What are you?"

"I said I would deal with you later. I'm tending to my grandson right now," God said.

As if on cue, Lucas began crying loudly.

Kinley gasped in shock. This being had called himself the child's grandfather. Kinley had done his research. Chloe Decker's father was dead. Plus, he was human. That would make this man… No, it wasn't possible. The Lord didn't personally involve himself. He had human followers for that. Plus, God would praise him for taking out the Antichrist and protecting the world. He would not be coddling it. No, this must be one of the Devil's demons there to trick him.

God put the knife in his pocket picked his grandson up again and began bouncing him. "It's alright, Lucas. I know that man was being so rude, wasn't he? Don't you worry. Grandpa will handle him just fine. You never have to worry about him again."

Lucas began to quiet a little.

God started humming a lullaby from a long dead language and the boy began to drift off to sleep. When he was almost asleep, God put him back down. He made sure the child wouldn't be disturbed as he dealt with Kinley. It would no doubt become loud. He wouldn't have his grandson upset again.

God soon turned back to Kinley, who was trying and failing to get out of his chair. "Lucifer was right when he told you I don't like priests. I despise you. Well, most of you. There are exceptions. In fact, there was one not too long ago that I set on my son's path. He was a good man. He had his reservations, but he chose to give Lucifer the benefit of the doubt. He realized that despite what he read, he may not have the full picture. Unfortunately, those like you ruin it for the truly good ones in your profession."

"You can't fool me, Demon! You are not the Lord! You are a trick set forth by the Devil!" Kinley spat.

"I will not have my son degraded with such terms in my very presence! You will not use such terms to describe him again!" God growled.

Kinley's fear picked at the being's rage, but he refused to show. He wouldn't be intimidated by demon filth, especially demon filth that tried masquerade as God. "You cannot intimidate me. I am a man of God. Nothing you do will harm me."

God laughed in response. "It doesn't come as a shock to me that you don't believe me. You wouldn't believe anything that seems false with your beliefs, even the being you claim to worship so much. It's why I know that telling you to cease your advances on my son and grandchild wouldn't work. Though at this point, you've gone too far for that to be enough. You nearly murdered by grandchild and used my name to justify it. You tried to do so again tonight after being given warning of the consequences. Punishment must be administered."

"It is the Antichrist! It will grow to destroy us all, along with its father. They may even destroy your kind, Demon," Kinley said.

"Yes, your prophecy. Forgetting that most prophecies are made by man and not myself, did you know that most prophecies come to pass because idiots like you put so much stock into them. You create them. The prophecy you're referring to, where my son meets his love might have actually come to pass if not for one thing," God said before turning to where his grandson slept. "Him. Small things change the future all the time, and my perfect grandson can hardly be considered small. He made it harder for you to manipulate his mother, which changed so much. You want to kill him to save the world, but he's already saved it."

"No," Kinley said.

"Your idiocy is mainly irrelevant regardless. It greatly annoys me that you tried to harm my grandson, that you tried to prevent what I have worked eons to ensure came to pass!" God said irritably. It almost hadn't too. Well, it's not that wouldn't have happened, but it could've been delayed considerably. There were a few things he hadn't been able account for, like Cain. He'd been quite the obstacle, and one that almost delayed the inevitable.

"God would not want the Antichrist in the world," Kinley said stubbornly.

"My grandson is no more the Antichrist than my son is the Devil!" God bellowed. He detested both those names. While his children found humor in the fiction of the Antichrist, God did not because he knew Lucas would exist one. And he never once saw his son as the Devil. It was another thing humans had done that irked him. "You humans think you know something about me and my son, but you don't! You know nothing about either of us! That's to be expected since humanity barely existed when we fought, but you would think that you would all realize that he is my son! I love my son. I love my grandson as well, and I refuse to allow the likes of you to be their problem any longer."

Kinley shook his head. "You're not him."

God made an upward hand gesture, and Kinley was out of his chair and standing, but still unable to move any part of his body himself. "You've lived your life convincing yourself that all of your depraved actions could be excused by using my name. That was taught to you by your own father, who also used me to commit heinous acts, including three racially motivated murders right in front of you."

Kinley gasped. Very few knew about that, and it was hard to believe even a demon could have found out about it. But this couldn't truly be God. He couldn't actually feel love for the Devil and his spawn.

"You were taught to be how you are, but at a certain point, it was your choice to continue those teachings. Once you did, you made your own path. When you went after my family, you sealed your fate. As I said, it has been a long time since I dealt with a human personally, but I'm not opposed when the situation calls for it. Trying to murder my grandson twice certainly calls for it. I'll not allow a threat to him to exist. As such, I will be sending you to Hell before your time," God said.

Kinley's eyes widened. He couldn't go to Hell. He was devoted to God. He had always been faithful. Everything he did was for the Lord. Taking care of the Devil and the Antichrist was supposed to be his duty to God and to his church.

"Yes. Hell has been your destination for a long time. Since I know you feel no guilt, you will be placed in a cell to be tortured physically rather than one for those who are ruled by guilt. Here me now, William Kinley. Human life is a privilege I've given, but it is one I can take away." God said. This was of course not something he intended to do often, and in fact, he hoped not to do it again.

Just then, the door opened and Lucifer and Chloe stepped inside, both looking shocked.

God raised his hand and watched as Kinley fell to the floor clutching his chest. He waited for all signs of life to leave the man before waving his hand. His soul would be delivered directly to Hell and his body would be found elsewhere. When he was done, God smiled at his son and Chloe Decker. "Hello, my son."