Professional Documents
Culture Documents
By William Gilbert
Contents
Veins of Visions
I’m Invincible
Insanity Insured
A Revolution Of Worlds
The Transformation
Apollo’s Arrows
Giving
Science Reborn
Or Zion's Ending
VEINS OF VISIONS
I sat there in my car waiting for nothing. I waited for the blue sky to set. I waited for
everything and nothing to pass, stay by, or come to me. I had all the time in the world.
But, yet, I had no time. I had to do things as fast as I could. I tried to look busy. But,
really, I was bored to death. I wanted to get out of the car, run down the street, and wait
for real things. I decided to sit there and stare at this artificial world that was staring
I read the paper. There were stories about people who were heroes or people who
were villains. I read about the lies the government was feeding us about the war in Iraq or
wherever we are fighting these days. I could smell cigarettes on the clothes of some of the
kids that walked by. They were all teenagers. They were just like I was.
I was fidgety and anxious. I was waiting while every moment a second passed by
that could’ve been useful or productive. Of course, I didn’t care about it. The people who
walked on passed me were saying something about a party. I zoned out and kept on
reading about the political crap saying how we were winning the war on terror, when,
honestly, the war on terror has always existed. Winning it is like completely getting rid of
At this moment, I was actually spinning at Sixty-seven thousand miles per hour.
The planet I was on was spinning around a giant ball of hydrogen. There were two
spinning planets in front of me. In the back, there were five planets. In between the one
behind me and my planet there was this thing called an asteroid belt.
And, this formation of planets, otherwise known as a solar system, includes ones
of millions and millions and millions of stars inside this place called the Milky Way. Just
like myself, my planet, seven other planets, and a giant ball of hydrogen this galaxy was
spinning. But, very slowly, it was being ripped apart by an absent void slap dab in the
middle of the galaxy. This ‘void’ was once a star, five-hundred times bigger than the one
at the middle of my formation of planets, and this star had once gotten so large its mass
built up, released all of its energy and caved in. Of course, this caving in had left a giant
gap in middle of our galaxy. Modern-day scientists, especially Stephen Hawking, have
tried to understand these holes in space. Some people actually think these ‘black holes’
impossible these holes exist, it just seems insane to believe it does. As insane as it is to
Our galaxy was falling into this pit and kept falling. See, not even light could
escape this absent void. Don’t worry though, I still had fifteen-billion years until my giant
ball of iron and copper would be swallowed by nothing. This galaxy was one of
quadrillions of galaxies in our universe. But, the funny thing about our galaxy, our solar
system, our ball of iron and copper, is we are the only place in the whole universe that
See, this universe seems like it will never end. It seems like it expands a thousand
miles every second. No, it is not expanding. No, it will not reverse, like most scientist
hypothesize. After this universe, lives there lies the gates of Heaven. There lies the guards
of hell waiting for their new victims. Of course, a scientist will most likely deny all of
this. Well, that is, except for the facts about space.
I turned the ignition and decided not to wait for nothing. I was running at my fate.
Whatever, wherever, or whenever that was. My wheels turned slowly and I tried to get
into the speeding traffic. Little bits and pieces of broken cars from past accident and
wrecks were lying all over the street. My eyes would glimpse at every single piece my car
went by. A fragment of a bumper, a muffler, and a couple of license plates. I had to keep
my eye on the road. Other cars would help me create more debris. The radio played a soft
song, then rap, then something from the eighties. I decided to let it stay there.
My ride felt like it was lasting forever. Every stop light felt like I was waiting
there for two to three hours when it was actually two to three minutes. People at stop
signs would not let me go when it was my right of way. Every time I would sit there
A sharp pain was filling up in my lungs. Slowly, this sting would become worse
during the day. But, it was temporary, nothing to worry about at all. My hands tightened
on the steering wheel as I went from light to light. From driving to waiting. Waiting to
driving. I felt speed around me. I saw the cars going faster than the law said to go. They
The pain in my side began to worsen. Slowly, it started to fill my entire body.
Then a headache came to me without reason. I realized what was about to happen, I didn’t
want it to happen. But, it did anyways. The whispers came. Soft, malicious whispers that I
despised and hated with a passion. It meant horror and pain. Mostly, it met passing out
Because of my headache, I pressed the gas faster and found the corner to my
neighbor hood. My head felt like it was going to explode. The temple above my left eye
was throbbing painfully. I couldn’t see anything at all except these things. Cruel, harsh
laughter was coming into my ears. There were beasts and monsters running around the
place. They made ear-splitting noises. The things had long tentacles and beaks. Their
bodies were scaly and feathery. Some of the creatures looked like their epidermal layers
were made of leather. A couple didn’t even have skins. The bodies were grotesque and
I covered my ears but the only thing that happened was the screeching become
louder. I squeezed my eyes shut and the things only became more vivid. A face was
creeping up close to me. I could feel nothing but terror, and my heart was thumping
furiously. My breathing was oddly disheveled. In a minute, I was on the ground trying to
hide. I couldn’t. I could feel leathery, feathery, muscled, and scaly fingers grasp my arms
then my legs. I wiggled and squirmed out of their hands. I could hear the slushy, cracking,
and ruffled sound of their feet or tentacles, hitting the concrete. I screamed even louder. I
could hear my scream outside of my body. I hated it. I turned the corner to my
neighborhood. The monsters chased me down the street as I sprinted towards the door of
my shelter.
The faster I ran the louder the steps became. Nothing seemed to suffice. No matter
where I turned or where I ran, they were always close behind me. I desired to get away.
But, I couldn’t. They wouldn’t let me. Finally, I reached my destination: my home.
I slammed the door to my house shut - but still heard voices.. But, they were not
the horrifying and treacherous screeches. They were metallic, and sort of kind voices. I
had heard these before. They were saying nothing in particular. They were reciting
random parts of different poems and stories. I had ditched the monsters and I was safe
My house was cold and dark, as usual. I stretched out on my couch and dreamt
about trees and forests. There were people in them. People I had never seen before. I was
scared to ask who they were. I was scared to come up close to them and ask how they
were doing. I had seen them before of course. It was my dream, so I must’ve created them
somewhere, somehow. I started to sweat and began panicking. I fell to the floor and
started shaking viciously. My hands were pounding against the floor while my legs swung
from side to side. My waist rotated and my head tilted back. My eyes rolled back into my
socket. A man called for help. A girl walked up. She was incredibly beautiful. I had never
seen here before. But, yet I knew her somehow. I had created her. She held me down and
brushed my hair back. She moved her hair out of her eyes and kissed me on the lips. Her
The couch was covered in sweat and the sharp pain inside my stomach worsened.
I vomited into the trash next to me. I rolled over and cried. I sat there for what seemed
like hours. I only listened to the voices of my house. Or my head. Wherever they are
from.
The pancakes I made tasted obscure. I couldn’t put my finger on it but they were different
from what I would have regularly made for breakfast. I might have put something in them
that was too old or too new. Maybe, I cooked them just right for once. The coffee was no
different from any other day that I would have made it. I’ve gone the last four years
having Kenya coffee. And everyday I wake up feeling fine. It is the aftermath that tortures
me.
It was a bright and sunny day. The clouds were only in position where the sun
could only shine more. But, oddly, the heat was cool. It must have been something like
sixty-one to sixty-five in Massachusetts . It doesn’t get very hot around here. I could hear
the cars humming absentmindedly down the street. I felt as if the world was dead to me. I
didn’t care that I would sit here all day sleeping and hearing those metallic voices. It was
a three day weekend. I was able to escape from my job. I’m an English teacher at a High
School. The kids seem to love me more than any other teacher at the school. Their not
Personally, I hate those sports events. I only go to hear the voices better.
The tutor for one of my favorite students is the greatest employee at the school.
She’s become my best friend. She’s the only one I trust with my ‘condition.’ She’s the
only one who knows I’m not lying or trying to get attention. She thinks I’m sane. It may
it’ll just cost a very, very ridiculously large sum of money. Something I can’t afford
unless I sell every single thing I own. I am slowly falling in love with this tutor.
This girl is considerably shorter than me. That’s what I love about her. She has
beautiful, brown hair flowing over her shoulders. Her skin looks soft and her voice rings
identically to an angels.
I can see why the students hate the other teachers. They have this little click-like
things. I enjoy the students more. Their humor is more appealing and friendly. I
remember when I was in high school everyone was so clique and the teachers would
always talk to you. No the students don’t care who I am. They love me, but the teachers
hate me. It’s most likely because of my age or my unique appearance. The whole hoodie
and jeans instead of tucked in shirt and khaki-pants seems to turn them off. The long hair
seems to be not too satisfying with the elders. I’m twenty-nine, not forty-nine.
There was an itch in my leg. Then tiny little spots of these itches were appearing
all over my body. My legs, my head, my back, they appeared everywhere they could.
Then they were gone. It was so strange how they had come and gone so quickly. It was
basically magic.
I sat for a while against the chair and held the brush in my hands, thinking of what
to create. Maybe a landscape from space or the nightmare from before. I spun the tip in
my hands and stared at the end of it, running the bristles through my fingertips. The
canvas beside me sat there white, waiting while no inspiration came. I had to paint, had to
think of something to put on this canvas. I slowly moved my brush up and down. The
canvas was on the carpet, laying horizontally. I was on my knees, my torso hunched over
the 2’ X 1½’ void. The red paint was moving up and down while my brain worked
quickly. I had no idea what was being painted. I just let my arm flow the way it should.
No such thing as inspiration existed within me. Nothing came to my mind. I sat
with the brush in my hand, think of what my Muse wanted me to paint. But, I came to the
conclusion that my Muse was either dead or napping. He completely ignored the fact that
I existed. Never wanted to pay any attention to me when art was being attempted. But, I
knew my soul would give me something to create. I knew something deep within me
which was in bondage to my spinal chord. All led straight back up to one place: the
electrical wiring inside my brain, which functioned because of my heart. My fingers
would slips through the wet paints. But I did it so suddenly that no paint was smudged
and none dripped onto my fingers. My arm kept moving in shapes and twists and repeated
lines. My brain sent signals quickly to my arms. My eyes soaked in the movement of the
brush against the canvas and then back to the paint bucket. It never looked at the picture
itself. Not even imagining, or thinking what this artistic visualization could be. Only my
electrical wiring could know. And, of course, the brush knew it too.
I could smell the thick paint. There were stains on the carpet. The carpet itself
made an abstract image. Abstract art is a form of stupidity. But, accidental art is beautiful.
I backed away from my horizontal image. It was a black-beaked bird and with its eyelids
sown together. I could hear the cries it was made with its beak. The background was a
dark, magnificent red that gave a malicious, and murderous vibe. I could sense terror and
pain in it. I could hear voices in the background singing songs of death. If it took them
I covered the canvas with a towel and set it up on an easel so I could see it as if a
‘real’ artist would’ve painted it. There was a perfect square in the middle of the carpet
mess. These splotches were crowded, and there was the perfect square. There were no
death chants, or screeches with this painting. There was only the silence of beauty and
perfect. I took a photograph of it and then set the camera down. I washed my hands and
changed shirts, keeping the paint-stained pants on. I still smelled like paint and brushes
but I didn’t look like it. I had been there for three hours when I looked on the clock. The
weird thing is that my accident, the thing that even my electrical wiring in my brain didn’t
even know was going to happen, was more beautiful than the planned art, the one that my
brain did know what was going to happen.
A raindrop hit my classroom window. One heavy drop after another. The noise was very
distracting from my work. I couldn’t think thoroughly through any thought. The temple
above my left eye would started throbbing painfully again and I had to sit down. The
students were concerned. They had seen me like this a couple times before. They didn’t
know that I was actually hearing voices. They were the same cackles in which I
The room started to spin at the speed of a rocket ship. Everything was a blur. I felt
sweat on the back of my neck and my lungs filled immensely with oxygen. In the
background of my lungs was that annoying little sharp pain appeared again.
I held my side and drank part of my water. They all obeyed and started writing. In
the empty seat in the back a man was sitting there. He wasn’t a student. He was in a black
suit and a top hat. He had a fake smile upon his face and a circus master mustache. He
had long, slender legs which looked like they would never end. He stared at me and I felt
a coldness inside of my stomach grow. He smiled and turned his head to the door, looking
He stood up. The man was an enormous size of six-foot four. He started waltzing
around the room. He was trying to stare at peoples’ papers and looked at the books on my
bookshelf. I was watching him with all my effort. He walked up to the desk and looked
me in the eyes, placed both hands on the edge of the desk, and leaned down to whisper
something in my ear. Instead of being a handsome man, he had now become grotesque
and ugly.
“Hear that Gerard? Hear those voices whispering to you? I can command them to
do anything. Who are ‘they’? Their whatever I want them to be.. They could be
monster’s, birds, crocodiles, and even fish. They’ll ruin your life or make it so
much better. It just depends on what I’m feeling like that particular day.
“I’ve been watching you your whole life and you’ve become a very, very
intelligent being. You know most things about English and movies, and other subjects,
that most professors won’t even learn. Your flaw, though, is that you want to stay at a
regular position. You want to be ‘normal’ and ‘regular.’ Not some incoherent rich snob
that cares only about money. Well, I am here to tell you that I can help you with your
“I am the king of your needs. I am the voice your hear at night and the invisible
face. I am the all-knowing. I am the creator and the destroyer. I am the healer. I am all. I
“Oh,” He smiled and went out to reach my hand. I knew who he was: a liar and a
thief. The man no one should trust. Worst of all, he was real. It wasn’t one of my
hallucinations. My hallucinations are only mine. He couldn’t control them. He only had a
grasp on myself. And when I got fed up with his disheveled face and crumpled up hands I
failed and my confidence went up. The bell for class rang and the whole class left except
by him.”
“I’m okay now. Thanks for asking, though. How could you tell?”
“Really?”
He just nodded.
“You’ll have to teach me sometime. But, for now you have another class.”
“Bye, sir.”
walk out the classroom reluctantly. I could tell he didn’t want to leave my class. “Oh and
William!”
“Yes?”
“Nice essay.”
“Thanks a lot.” He smiled and walked away more cheerfully. He was a very
awkward kid, more than most boys. He was uniquely different. He was sensitive, a
bookworm, thoughtful, hard-working for things he likes, and very apathetic in most areas
he doesn’t like. Maybe that’s why I like him so much, he’s exactly me. I cleared off my
desk and finished my water working on something that looked like grades. The hours
went by, in what seemed to be minutes though, it was time to go home. The rain had
peculiar. I was on the edge of my seat he whole day, ready for another hallucination, or
another demon. My lips were chapped and dry; I constantly needed a glass of water or a
drink from the water fountain. My head felt slightly light. I was queasy and unstable all
day. When I got to my apartment after the day ended, I sat down on my bed and closed
my eyes, expecting to see monsters and demons, voices and sounds. Nothing was there.
My ‘condition’ was nothing right then and there. It was because I had gone through so
When I fell asleep my dreams were plentiful. They were filled with the scent of
the ocean and rain forests. Mermaids sang and lions grinned at their peaceful
surroundings. The rain was a slow drizzle and the women around my were beautiful. I sat
on a throne watching them sing and dance. I felt normal for normal, excluding the fact I
was seeing mermaids, lions, and a calm ocean. The sun formed the light that I wanted and
no other light. Its radiation was a wonderfully beautiful red. I could smell the rain and the
The fire went up tree by tree. Mermaids started to panic and rain quickly into the
ocean. They weren’t as beautiful running in terror as they were when dancing and singing.
The lions also ran into the ocean. I expected them to die and drown. They swam on the
surface of the water to my surprise. I was stuck in my throne and on the lonesome island
while every tree went up in flames. I had more terror in my body than the mermaids or the
lions. I knew I was going to die and nothing could save me. Because of my position I
panicked and rain straight to the ocean. I screamed for my own safety, thinking that I
could swim or breathe underwater like the mermaids and lions. A creature rose out from
the water as soon as my toes brushed the surface of the ice-cold water. It was five-
hundred feet tall, had a fish-like head, giant wings on its back, and tentacles the
length of a football field. It had about two hundred of tentacles.
The monster reached out and grabbed me with its long tentacles. I was grabbed so
fast I didn’t even have a chance to feel its tentacles and arms. The thing raised me with
many arms and opened its large, horrific mouth. The teeth were approximately twenty
feet tall. With one swallow I was in the bottom of the stomach waiting to be digested. I
When I awoke, the bed wasn’t drenched with sweat and spit like it normally is.
Water ran down my mouth as I got ready for the school day, washing the funny
taste of my mouth. My reflection in the mirror looked worn and almost forgotten. A small
beard quickly started crawling onto my face. I looked like my old college days: the beard,
bags under my eyes, and a slurred speech. I knew the kids would only notice the beard,
and not the change that had suddenly come over me psychologically.
The sun outside made my eyes ache and stomach churn. I was worse than I
thought. I couldn’t call in sick because I hated all the substitutes they got for teachers. So,
I went to work anyways. Of course, traffic was slow and monotonous, as it is everyday of
existence. The radio was boring, covered with talk and church songs. I just felt like sitting
in my car and waiting forever and ever. Never going in to work or going home.
My homeroom was noisy and talkative. I didn’t want them to calm down to much
because then Beelzebub might come back. I let them speak at a minimum until the bell
rang. Then, unlike every other high school class, they straightened up and were prepared
to listen.
“Today class, you will be showing me your rough draft on your short stories about
the war in Northern Uganda. Now, you may not have it done yet, Jon, and that is why I
will also give you time to work on it. Also, due to a sudden illness I seem to have I will
delay this paper until Wednesday. But, no later than Wednesday. Got it, class?”
“Okay.” The class all said in unison. Some started to talk, some actually started
scribbling out sentences, and fixing grammar, and finishing up their essays. I smiled at
them as I walked by them and then decided to sit at the empty seat of a sick, or missing,
student, and listen in on a conversation with a couple of the troublemakers. They were
talking about their weekend. They knew I was there, but didn’t care. To them I was just a
simple friend. Which is kind of a cool thing, considering most students hate their
teachers.
“Eh, graded a few of the make up quizzes on that Lovecraft story we read.”
“Herbert West-Reanimator.”
“Yeah.”
I discussed more random subjects like art and music with them. They were always
surprised I knew and liked the same music. The kid I was talking to was one of my failing
students, but he also tried harder than almost anybody else. I really liked him, though. He
was one of the few students that called me Gerard outside of class. The rest of the day
went on as a dreadful drag. The clock seemed like it was in slow motion. I wanted to get
home and just relax. But, I knew when I got there something would be awaiting me. It
could be anything from an IRS agent to Beelzebub. But, there was nothing when I got
there. Only rain falling from the clouds was the only awaiting thing when I got home. I
love the rain though. The way it drizzles onto my windshield and windows at home. I
especially love the sound it makes when the drops rapidly strike my roof and windows.
I went through the short stories that were written by my students. Some of them
were superb, other were like trash. Some were about people chopping wood and others
were about monsters. The best ones were the ones who had the tons and tons of errors. I
gave them A’s. Their grammar might not have been perfect, and their punctuation
certainly wasn’t the greatest, but most of those kinds of storylines were so unique and
original that they deserved no less than an A or A plus. Then I stumbled upon William’s.
It was about five pages long, and not a single thing was wrong with it’s punctuation or
grammar. The story was about a man who wakes up in the hospital and is about to be
murdered by a ton of porcelain dolls. But, he lives in the end because it’s all a dream.
BROKEN EMPTY WALLS
A man was crying. A boy was crying. A dog was whimpering. And I sat on my couch
silently.
I was oppressed by all the television shows on. They were repulsive because of the
sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll. A world so vulgar was supposed to be my home. I felt like an
adolescent again: so depressed and lonely. No one near me to help with the exception of
my students. However, it was a different story then. The weekend was long, four days,
and it was only Friday. My loneliness amounted in a large amount of poetry. I felt like a
I had too many drinks the night before I our first day off. My room smelled like
cigarettes and Jack Daniels from too many people who were barely. We drank from the
bottles until our speech was slurred and our conversation became deep but all the answers
to the questions we asked were forgotten when sobriety returned.. We all felt like idiots
when we all started singing old Indian war chants. One boy was one-hundred percent
Blood poured from the cracks in the walls. They were coming back. Creatures crawled
out of the cracks. They all were ten-feet tall, and twenty foot wingspans, had red scaly
skin. My hands were sweaty. I could feel myself breathing in and out too heavily. My
head became light, but I was able to stand my ground. I walked towards the bathroom.
The creatures stood against the wall or crawled out of the cracks in the walls. Only
watching me walk to past. I had no idea if these things were aliens, demons, or merely
evidence of my insanity. I cut my foot open with one of the bottles on the floor. There
was no pain at all. Blood flowed onto the floor, and as I looked into the mirror, an
I was wearing a mask. I felt my face. No trace of any kind of ceramic or plastic
mask touched my fingertips. But, I still saw it in the mirror. I went to grab it from the
mirror and broke my hand as soon as contact with the mirror was made. I screamed in
agony. The mask only smiled. Happy at my pain, it laughed in a mockingly and pitiless
voice. I turned around. Demons filled every inch of my bedroom. My worst fear was in
front: the Prince of Darkness, the King of Chaos, the Inventor of lies. There stood the
cheater, liar, thief, and a being with many other names in my room.
“What I have always wanted.” His voice was harsh, deep, and low this time. The
Golden Dawn had wore a black robe with its hood down and had skin as pale as paper. A
“Because, Gerard, you’re the one who can see things. You see my demons, my
minions, my children. You can help me in so many ways. You could help me rise again,
like I was after The Fall. You could be my right hand man, helping me command this
army. You could be the Vice President of the world, even though there is no way in Hell
You could be a fellow serpent. Together, with your skill and my supernatural powers we
could prove the Enemy wrong. Together, you and I could become the kings of the
universe.”
“Well, you have another let down. As sweet as those words are, and as good as the
bargain is to my ears, I will stick with my commander. I hold the light, and I will always.
With my sword, I could clash down you’re children and you would be forced to flee in
fright. You fear people like me. People who believe and refuse. I know what Peter spoke
of, and I know what to do when tempted by you, Beautiful One. Go now, or I will show
“Oh, alright. We’ll depart until you choose the right side of the road.”
“I already have.”
And with those words the demons went away, the walls sealed themselves
together tightly. My head felt normal and the glass on the floor was now whole, not
shattered. My hands were dry and unbroken. The mirror was fixed and the blood had been
cleaned off the floor. But, best of all, the my mask was gone.
“Yeah, I know. Everyone seems to say that these days.” I said. My father hassled
me about my posture and beard. I was restless. Dreaming about monsters and any other
horrifying thing one can think of. I hadn’t seen any demons since the previous Sunday. A
man was staying at my parent’s house. He had peculiar green eyes, and sharp teeth that
resembled something like fangs.
“How’s the whole teaching thing going for you?” My father asked. We both
sipped our beers. He never actually asked this question when I visited him and my
mother. My mother never spoke and my dad always talked about anything except my
“It’s great. The kids seem to like me. But, the other teachers aren’t used to having
“No. I eat it with the students. They make me laugh. And some of the students are
twice as smart as most teachers. They can think and realize concepts much faster than my
colleagues do. They enjoy the books I give them. Which makes me glade”
“Let’s see,” I thought of all the books we had read. “for the summer they were
required to read The Lord of the Rings and in class we have read The Metamorphosis by
Kafka and The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. They all love ‘em. It makes me glad
“Nope.”
“No problem.” My dad chuckled and finished of the rest of his beer. I was glad we
could get along once again after fighting for what seem to be forever. Now our fights are
always was. The pillows were the same twenty-year old pillows I had when I was at the
age of nine. My old friend, Lenny, set the ones before that on fire one night during a
birthday party.
My dreams were calm. Filled with birds and other animals. Nothing to make me
wake up screaming in the middle of the night. But, when I did wake up nothing changed
except that I a little eye gunk was under my right eye. My hands weren’t shaking the
When I awoke, my mother made bacon, fried some eggs, and blueberry pancakes.
My father was in the living room reading a book while sipping his coffee. He was still
staring down at his book when I entered. He pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of
his nose in order to concentrate. He didn’t hear my footsteps. My feet were soundless
against the tile floor I crept up behind the couch in an attempt to frighten him.
“Good morning.”
“More like heard you. I always know when you’re coming. You should know that
by now.” He said. I being the one who was frightened. A smile appeared over his book. I
returned the smile. I hopped over the seat of the couch and glanced out the window, then
my father’s expression, expecting him to be mad. But, he didn’t even seem to mind me
jumping so hard onto the couch. I was older which meant. I had more privileges. “I see
“I guess so.”
“That’s always good.”
“Yep.”
` “Again?”
“No idea. But, you know ever since I was five I’ve been sleep talking about things
“Just wondering” My dad grinned, put his bookmark in, and stood up. “Let’s have
some breakfast.”
“Sound’s good.”
We ate the food and it tasted delicious. I ate plenty more eggs and drank another
cup of coffee. We discussed nothing in particular. I had decided not to tell them about the
demons or Beelzebub. Jason was sleeping. He seemed to be asleep all the time except for
late at night. He was never even home though. But, I stayed up with him late one night
and became friends. The peculiar thing about him, though, besides the green eyes and
razor sharp fangs, is the amount of hair on his legs and arms.
“Probably at noon.”
“So soon? You normally don’t leave until five.” My dad surprisingly asked. He
wanted me to stay. I don’t know why, but at that time he wanted to spend more together.
“Who?”
“Of course.”
“Great. I don’t need to pack anything, which means I can hang out until then.
“Thanks.”
For the rest of the day we just talked and ate, told more stories, and we even
started a fire which felt great. By the time I had to leave, we all felt satisfied with my stay.
I was just glad I could feel normal once again. I was getting scared that my sane state of
mind wouldn‘t last much longer. My parents were worried about me and I don’t blame
them for it. I had lost a considerably large amount of weight and had become deathly pale.
I‘m sure they noticed the thing like my jumpy eyes and/or scattered sentences. They
notice everything.
I’M INVINCIBLE
“Are you okay?” Leo stood over me. I clutched the calves of my legs with blood from my
forehead starting to flow. I had broken most of his Christmas lights. My jacket was
soaked in sweat and dried blood. He thought I had slipped. “What the hell happened?”
“Ugh,” I rubbed my head and saw the blood on my hand, remembering what had
happened. I wondered what I looked like in his yard, holding my leg and my hair
drenched in blood. Pathetic. “I really don’t know. I was going to stop by here, but now
“Okay?” He walked into his house. I looked at the concrete. The snakes were gone
and the door handle felt smooth and metal again. These vision were hurting me more and
more. I could here Leo on the phone with someone. He sounded scared and worried.
“No, no idea.”
This was the conversation I heard on the phone while I examined the hole in my
head. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected it to be. My throat was dry and my legs were
scorching, as if aflame. He looked at me when he was on the phone, then back at the
ground. I decided the change of focus was my cue to go. I turned the ignition and drove to
the emergency room. I didn’t need help but some over-the-counter painkillers would do.
The doctor said nothing while he looked down my throat and took my blood
pressure. He didn’t even ask why I was blessing from my head. He wrote with a ball-
point pen and handed me the paper. The writing was scribbled and illegible.
“Um, okay?” I didn’t know what it was. I took the paper and walked out. The
lights were bright and hallways smelled like Windex and 409. The nurses gave me weird
looks as I walked down the halls. They were staring at the blood on my forehead. But, I
could only think of my hallucinations. I was going insane? I’m supposed to help fight this
war? No, this isn’t some rare disease. The monsters are more than real. But, what comes
next? I looked at every patient I walked by. I wondered why they were there, if there was
another patient that was condition at the moment, or did every single one of them have
Thoughts constantly flowed. My mind rushed like it never had. My eyes fell open
to different things. Occasionally, I would pass a room that had the silhouette of a demon
inside. When I looked into these particular rooms, it was only my imagination. At least,
that’s what I told myself. The walks extended length cause all hope to find a working
elevator vanish and the same for the hope of cleaning my wounds, which the hospital did
not do.
The walk eventually did end, the elevator eventually did come, and I found a
bathroom to wash my face in. The room had one toilet, one urinal, one sink, and one
paper towel rack. I took as many paper towels as I could with one hand and turn the water
to an almost boiling temperature. I ran my hands under the water, trying to get a better
me. The cool water ran down my face and I saw the blood drip into the sink. It covered
the sink. I started dabbing at my injury. The pain only stung a little bit under the pressure.
After a few minutes of dabbing and washing, the scar started to become a little
clearer. I washed the wound more and more thoroughly, being careful not to get soap in it
to prevent stinging. When I was through, the scar was the most bizarre thing I ever saw. It
was woven into something I couldn’t see from standing straight up. I leaned over the sink,
looked at it closer, and got a better view by moving my thick black hair aside. It formed
words that were hardly legible by the human eye. The words haunted my mind. But, they
weren’t harmful, evil, or demotic in any way. Actually, it was quite the opposite. The
words inscribed an inch or two above my left temple, appearing as a peculiar scar were
these:
protection. A sense of security reigned over my heart.as if a shield had been dropped over
me. I was in the shadow of His wings, never to walk in darkness again, but only to live
forever. The blood in the sink had disappeared by now. I threw away the dozens of paper
towels I had used to clean up the blood and my heart rate caught up to normal. My head
Two golden eyes stared at me behind my back. These eyes made me jump, hit my
elbows on the sink, and fall onto the floor. The person caught me before I hit the floor. He
smiled and helped me stand up. I looked at him with cautious, fearful eyes. He did not
He dressed in a business suit and long partially curly brown hair. His skin was flawless
along with every other part of his body. His face had normal sized cheekbones and
normal sized jawbones, but they were somehow magnificient. His teeth were flawless and
lips too.
“If you’re talking about the scar then, yes. What all does it mean?” I didn’t know
why I had asked him. He was just a handsome man. Nothing less, nothing more. At least,
that’s what I thought now. I rubbed the scar thoughtfully and carefully.
“It means what you think it means,” He stepped towards me. I had no fear at all. I
knew he was a friendly person. The way he spoke, looked, and body posture told me he
was a kind and friendly person. “But, if you’re too timid to speak right now then I shall
do all of the speaking instead. That mark is the sign that you are the Father’s soldier,
child, and servant. No other man, woman, or god can claim you. It also gives you
protection against impure attacks. Anything harmful that is thrown at you will be bounced
off. However, if you throw something harmful at yourself willingly then the protection is
no good. The only way to break the protection is through your own choices. Any outside
evil is useless. But, that doesn’t mean a strong force can’t hurt you. Let’s say if the
Serpent were to attack, you and you don’t even try to put up a fight then you surly have a
good chance of injury or maybe even death. But, if you do put up a fight, then you can
fight off the Serpent and be victorious. Remember though, victory against the Serpent is
unachievable and impermanent, but victory against the demons is. Any questions?”
“Pretty much.”
“And I’m doing it all for God?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Oh no, no,” He chuckled a little. The chuckle was something that made me
embarrassed; because of his laugh, he appeared to me as a wise man. It made me feel like
I was actually standing in the presence of something holy, “That’s my brother, Michael. I
“Oh. I always wondered what an angel actually look like. Do you always dress
like this?”
felt like wearing a business suit today. Do you like it? It was half off.” He put his hands
“No. I’m just messin’ with you.” He ruffled my hair on my head and I straightened
it out. I felt happy; probably because a real angel had just reached down, touched me, and
made a joke. It made my heart feel different. I myself laughed, too. “Well, do you
understand everything?”
“Hit me.”
“Will these things, these visions go away now or anytime soon?”
“They will only grow worse because of the spiritual experience you have had now.
Anything else?”
hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eye wearing a very serious expression,
“This is a warning: always be on the edge of your seat. They’ll only get scarier and more
dangerous. Make sure you don’t let anything or anyone get into your head. But, that’s
useless if you always keep the blade by your hand. Oh yeah, the blade.” He reached into
his suit pocket and pulled out this glowing double-sided sword that was one meter in
length and two and a half inches in width. On each blade was this:
“You will pursue your enemies, and they will fall by the sword."
I looked at the blade in awe and gratefulness. The sword fit perfectly into my
hand. It was light and very useable for a person like me. I felt like the sword was just for
me. Gabriel smiled at me and said goodbye. When he left I walked out of the bathroom. I
was glad; people weren’t giving me weird look. I remembered the blade. I looked at it,
and at the people around me. They didn’t seem to notice. The blade was invisible to the
human eye. Only spiritual beings and I could see it. But, was I a spiritual being?
I put the sword in my car and drove away. The world was spinning before me and
I had no cares. I felt like it was mine. But, I also had a sense of humbleness upon me. It
That night my dreams were empty, filled with lifeless forests and rivers. Different
landscapes would show up. During these dreams, not a single animal stirred. There was
no wind. There were no clouds. The sun only shined as part of the landscape. It was
I woke up in the exact same position I was in when I fell asleep. Which I thought
to be odd considering how I toss vigourously and turn constantly when I sleep. The sheets
on my bed had barely moved when I awoke. I thought I had only been asleep for about
four or five minutes. But, when I looked at the clock, I realized it was more like ten to
twelve hours. It was seven-thirty a.m. Monday morning. I had to get to school.
weekend: about the visions, the discoveries, the changes, the scars, the truth, and, most of
all, the relationship with my commander. I had was starting to become a brand new
person. But, my outlook on everything and everyone had completely changed. Even
talking to an angel for a few minutes made my face glow and heart feel warm.
I screamed when I had realized how hot the shower water had become.
“So what did you think of the story class?” I asked my students. They stared at me
back, having no clue what to say. Normally at least one of them had a smart-ass comment
to make, or a complaint about the story. I scanned the whole classroom to see what was
“Charlie, please wake Sara up.” I told one of the students in front of sleeping
beauty. He nudged her gently. She stirred, and then looked up at me with a blank face. I
“Um, yea.”
“Not really, it bores the hell out of me.” Most people scowled her for cursing in
“Then sleep during that one,” A few people chuckled. “What did you think about
“Really?” I was astounded that people actually liked this story besides me. “Why
is that?”
“Well, I guess, it would have to be the way it’s happy and bright during the first
part of it. Now to think through all of it, until the end where he takes the Ortgies calibre
“Good, very detailed. God job remembering the type of gun. Does anyone else
“It was one of the best of J.D. Salinger’s stories I’ve ever read.”
“Thank you William.” His voice had come from the hallway; he was looking
through his locker, sorting things to find something. “Why don’t you come in here instead
“But my teacher will look for me.” He worried. I looked up at the clock, trying to
remember what time the class period ended.
“You only have three minutes left; say you had to go to the bathroom or
something if he or she ever asks. Whom do you have right now? Wait let me guess, Ms.
Pullen.”
I could hear laughter coming from behind me. I didn’t turn around from facing
William. He put his current things away and walked into the classroom; he seemed not to
“Um, Gerard.”
“Yes?”
“Ben’s still asleep.” I noticed the kid in the back with his hood over his face; I
“Someone hand me a book. Come on now, quickly before he wakes up.” One of
the students gave me an abridged version of Don Quixote. I hurled it across the room and
hit him in the head with it. Ben let out a little girlish squeal and the whole class erupted in
laughter. I saw William smile and that made me smile. His depression seeped away for a
few minutes.
After ten minutes the bell filled the air, all the people left, and William sat in his
seat (up front, where he always sits). I decided to mix things up. I don’t know what was
with me that day, but I felt like changing everything I could. While pulling a deck of
cards out of my drawer I commanded William to come and play a game with me. As we
dealt out our different cards, we laughed at various things. I asked them if he had a girl.
His face went from very happy to a very morbid expression that made me sad, also.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Not yet. When the girls get older they’ll get more into sophisticated and more
mature men like you and myself, trust me. It’s how my mom met my dad.” He laughed
and smiled. He handed the cards to me while the bell rang for class to begin. The kids
piled in as quickly as they could. “William, why don’t you sit in my seat for today’s
class?”
“Now class, today I want to know some of your favorite things. I’ll start with
songs. This is the only class I am doing this for because there are only fifteen of you. I
Michelle-CrushCrushCrush- Paramore
Louis- One-Metallica
The rest of the day was slow and monotonous. I spent it asking kids questions and
opinions. They all enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too. After the school day ended, my stomach
felt queasy once again; not from food poisoning or any thing like that, but from the cold,
brisk air. Every time I feel freezing weather, my stomach gets upset and I can’t hold any
food down whatsoever. I could hear the grumbling inside of me. It wanted to come up my
throat and onto the floor. But, I was trying to force it down. Because I was so focused on
trying not to vomit all over my car, I forgot to focus on the road.
The rooms were bright white. I couldn’t identify the people that were around my
bed. I could hear a couple of flat-liners going off, indicating people were dying. I tried to
find the machine that was keeping me alive, but couldn’t. There only seemed to be a
pinching feeling in my arms. I eventually found out that the pinching feeling was an IV. It
was to help me stay healthy along with an assortment of different pills and medicines.
When my eyes closed, the curse came back. I saw the demons. They were coming
towards me with their razor sharp teeth, scaly hands, and deep growls. I writhed and
seizure inside of my bed. Out of my body, the nurse held me down and chained my arms
to the sides of my bed. Spit drooled from my mouth and blood gushed everywhere.
Later, the doctors told me my liver had failed and my appendix exploded. This
was something no one had ever seen, the liver failed simultaneously with the explosion of
my appendix. Which, spiritually, was when a man dressed in a black cloak, black armor,
and had a gray face with only a mouth, no eyes or nose, pierced my side with a large red
sword.
The scenery in my spiritual realm was a long, wide field. There were thousands of
monsters. There were dragons, large spiders, humongous overgrown wasps and bees, and
the skinless beasts with teeth as long as machetes. I wore a bright golden suit, covered
with jewels, and a large unbreakable shield had been in my right hand. The sword in my
hands was long and glistening in the moon light. When I realized where I was, the Plains
of Death, connecting the city of Morsphien and The Kingdom of Belshezaar the Beast, I
emptied all of the fear out of my body and got ready to fight. But, as soon as I drew my
sword and tightened my grip, I woke up in the hospital with an intense amount of pain in
The next morning I woke up in a place call The Nest. It was an insane Asylum.
INSANITY INSURED
At the NEST, they treated me like I would, at any moment, try to kill myself. Never
leaving my room, or me alone for more than five minutes. When the monsters would be
in the corner they would give me a little pill. Every time my eyes would get jumpy, grow
When I asked why I was in here, they at first replied not to worry about it. I asked
them as constantly as I could. By the end of the first week the only thing I could say was
‘why am I here?’ After the twelfth day, one of the nurses, who was actually a man, gave
in and told me I would scream things about kingdoms, demons, and wars in my sleep. I
would sleep walk in the halls, telling people about doomsday and the upcoming war, and
I had also tried to kill myself. A dragon named Porenes, the dragon of His Evil had bitten
I was the only one treated with intensive care at the time. I felt like the staff was
always taunting me. The ways they talked to me all the time made me depressed.
Everything about the place was oppressive. Except the man who was stayed with
He was there because of his disability. When I talked to him, it was because of his
disease. It was a rare disease where he would turn into a wolf at night during every full
moon. He suffered from Lycanthropy, but you might also know this disease as being a
I ate nothing but bananas and applesduring my stay at the nest. I drank water and
slept during the day. My behavior became peculiar and isolated from the world. My hands
were constantly shaking, hungry for a sword to be in my hands. I limped and would
occasionally bleed at night threw the gown the asylum had given me.
The first morning I woke up with stitches on my hands, legs, arms, and face. My lungs
felt like there was a ton of brick lying on top of them. When I would breathe out I could
feel the poison of the dragons and beasts running through my veins, it was slowly killing
me throughout every few breaths. I felt like I should’ve died. I wasn’t worthy enough to
live, even if I was barely alive, and having pampered treatment in the ugliest and worst
The IV inside my arms was one of the reasons I could stay alive. I could breathe
because of pills they fed me every five minutes. I’d have to swallow with full force, but
the nurses would still end up shoving it down my throat someway or another. The small
pill would attempt to glide straight past my Adam’s apple, but would stop and try to
choke me. They would pump my stomach, then shove the pill straight back in. A few
times the pill wouldn’t go down so the staff had to result in crumbling it in my jell-o
pudding or sandwiches.
I couldn’t even swallow the food that the nurses had squeezed my pills inside of.
After a few days, the nurses became sick of it and put liquid immunizations in my blood
stream. Within a few hours, I was up and moving around. My breathing seemed to have
smoothed down after a few cups of chamomile tea. The nurses thought it was remarkable
about how quick I had made a recovery. But, it was only a matter of time until the
The first night they came back was the same night I had gotten out of my room.
But the thing appeared to me in my room. It was in the corner with its head held low
between its knees. I thought I heard it crying but when I got closer, I learned
that it was in fact its breathing. The thing had no epidermal layer at all, its eyes were
black and white. When I spoke to the monster, its voice was very raspy and cold.
“Hello?” the thing asked me, looking around the room to see where I was, even
though I was only ten feet away from the creature. My soul tightened up the moment its
eyes met my gaze. I feared that flames would come from its mouth and they would torch
my skin to crisps. “Who’s there? You know I can smell your fresh blood.” My skin began
to shiver, and my spine started to spasm. My lungs felt like there was an entire city's
“I don’t blame you. I guess you’re wondering who the hell I am. Or what I am at
that.”
“Pretty much.” I was still shaking like I had just reached my highest point on
“Beelzebub? Oh no, I just exist as a creature: for neither of the commanders. I’m
here to keep you company until my other colleague takes his shift. I was just trying to
scare you with the whole smelling your flesh thing. I knew you were there because I could
“Well, your electrical charges are different. There more spiritual and powerful.
Only little creatures like me can sense them, no platypuses.”
“Only with the people with strong connection to the spiritual world. You have the
“Awesome.”
The creature spoke with me in a kind voice. It wanted to make a permanent first
impression: fear. But, it wanted to make a temporary impression, too: kindness. The
creature, Berson, was from what a man named Dante called purgatory, but the real name
is Purgotorious. But, Dante’s theory was partially wrong. Purgotorious was a city in the
spiritual realms where all demons who had left Satan now dwell. Since former demons
ran the city, the city was in ruins. It had tall buildings made of copper that were
crumbling, streets paved of nothing but empty space, and all flowers and vegetation had
Not many monsters lived in Purgotorious now. They are all on Earth because they
enjoy watching humans more. It was either that or the same thing everyday for eternity
just seemed to have bored the hell out of them. As I spoke to Berson,
I became friends with him. Less petrified of his skinless body and razor-sharp teeth. He
Berson was there for three nights, during the day he slept in the basement of the
asylum; he would tell me how he would purposely knock over glass jars in order to annoy
the nurses when they were down there and how he would say the names of the doctors
over the intercom so only that specific doctor could hear his voice. About the third time
on the first day, I was able to hear him talking to the nurses.
On the fourth day, I was expecting Berson to be there when I got to my room after
I had taken my pills and my regular hallucinations of snakes and spiders had occurred.
Sometimes the walls would melt away and nothing but tigers and lions would be left. But,
when I got to my room, there was only my new roommate, Jason Thompson, and he
really wasn’t my roommate. He’d just spent the days there. The facilitation locked him up
in a steel room at night, thinking he would kill people, even though he would only turn
into his monster every month or so. I had no idea where Berson had gone. So I looked in
the basement, attic, and the intercom room. I decided not to ask people if they had seen
him, because I knew that only I could’ve seen him. He wasn’t anywhere I looked. I
thought that maybe he was in the cracks in between the bricks of the walls. When I
“I’m cleaning out the cracks.” I had to make up some excuse in order not to
“Why?”
“Well, sorry.” The nurse put his hand on my shoulder. You could hear part of his
jaw crack when my knuckles hit his face. Blood poured from his busted lips, I could hear
his lungs taking in an insufficient amount of oxygen, and his body smacked the floor with
a loud bang. Every nurse, patient, and doctor stared at me with a stern or worried look. As
my lungs heaved in and out, blood covered my knuckles. There was sense of triumph in
me, as if I had shown them who I really was. There were ropes tied to my arms: two
I woke up in my room with my hand patched up. An all too familiar pain filled my
lungs. I heaved up all the food I had eaten earlier: toast, eggs, and an oversized glass of
orange juice. As my head spun, people were speaking quickly. I couldn’t make out any of
the things these people were saying. The words were so fast that, at first, I assumed it was
a foreign language that no human could’ve known, like so many of the demons seemed to
have spoken. However, when I listened closely I realized that the voices were actually
speaking English.
These voices weren’t monsters, demons, or even real people. I heard nothing real;
everything seemed to be a hallucination or a fantasy. This time the people I saw looked
regular: t-shirts, jeans, and the occasional pair of sunglasses. I shook each of their hands.
After about the eighth person came, wearing a Hawaiian polo and khaki shorts, they
pulled out a pack of playing cards. A kid with blonde hair dealt five cards to each of us.
We played cards, drank Jack Daniels, and smoked Luckystrikes. My hand seemed
to win every match. I constantly had hands like a full house, straight flush, and I even
once pulled a royal flush out of my sleeve. Since it was my dream, my hallucination, I
“Oh, hello William.” I said. It scared the hell out of me, for a lack of a better term.
“How many times do I have to tell you, if you’re not in class you can call me
Gerard?” I said. I tried to be sympathetic with the boy, but he did scare me to death.
“To check up on you. They wouldn’t tell the students where you had gone. So I
had to ask Emily, my tutor, where you had gone. Some how she had found out how you
got in here and told me, and only me,” he took a long pause, looked at my face, then my
beard (which was enormous by now), inhaled a long breath, and motioned someone to
come in through the door. I could barely see anyone around. “Emily decided to come with
me. I had no idea where in the world this place was, and apparently her mother used to
work here.”
“She spends so much time with crazy people that I think one day she will actually
go crazy herself. Not that you’re crazy.” She said apologetically. The moment she walked
through the door I remembered what a beautiful person looked like. She had black hair
that barely went past her shoulders, dark brown eyes, with a greenish tint to them, a tight
t-shirt on, jeans that were a little to long because of her short legs, and flip-flops. Her lips
formed perfectly.
“I’m great.”
“Why?”
“Well, when I found out you weren’t coming back I decided to leave because
you’re the only teacher that I seemed to have enjoyed. All the other teachers annoyed the
hell out of me, for a lack of a better term. So I quit, got a job as a reporter for the local
newspaper, and I’m probably making three times as much as I did as a teacher. Oh, and I
left my boyfriend."
“Oh, cool. You did all that for me? Well, except the whole leaving your boyfriend
thing.”
“Yea. Actually I left my boyfriend for you, too,” she took a remotely long pause,
“Sure.”
Emily sat down on the bed. I got even a better look at her. She seemed to be
thought I could hear it thumping viciously inside of my ribs, and then I realized that was
“Gerard, when you were gone from the school there was something different
about it. There seemed to be this emptiness; I didn’t want to be around there without
some one to make me laugh, smile, feel happy, and even secure,” she put her hand on my
didn’t seem that kind of person I loved anymore. It turned out to be you.” My heart leaped
out from my chest when she said this. My whole soul shook. My psychological and
“My life has been nothing but heartbreaks, heartaches, and heart-breakers.
“Why?”
“Okay.” She motioned him to come back in; he wore an expression of worry,
“What’s up?”
“You might have heard that I hear voices, which I used to. These voices were
vicious and demotic, something you might see or hear on, lets say, the movie The
Exorcist. But, for the last couple of months there have been more than just voices. I’ve
seen things, almost died from them, and even had a face-to-face conversation with a thing
from Purgatory. Do you know what that is William? No wait, of course you do. Well as I
was saying, there have been some weird things in my life. I am apparently now a warrior
for God. I have a double-bladed sword whien I enter the spiritual realm. Now, don’t look
at me like I’m crazy because deep down you know I’m telling the truth.”
“I know.”
“What’s the spiritual world like?” William asked eagerly.
one of the infamous battle fields called Akeldma, which was basically all ruins.”
“No way that’s a real place!? One of my favorite authors wrote a really short story
about.”
“Leo Solfritz.”
“Really, I know him. I’ll have to talk to him about visiting. I should still have his
phone number. I wonder how he knows what that is.” I told myself. They gladly accepted
the fact of what I was doing and they believed me one-hundred percent. For the first time
William and Emily visited with me everyday. Emily would always drop William off and
come back to talk about serious things. But, when they would both be there, we all
laughed and had a great time. Their constant visiting made me almost forget about the
war I was fighting. In the back of my head I knew that I should have been focusing more
on the war. I cared more for my happiness than the survival of the world. Which
One day, after Emily and William left, there he was again, and with a long
malicious smirk upon his face. He sat in the corner of the room, waiting for me to notice
him. He interrupted me an hour after they had left. I had been in the middle of eating the
chicken and dumplings I had been given by them. My reaction was something I will
happy for a couple weeks, and I’m sure you’re in here to worry me or warn me that some
“What? No I’m not the Golden Dawn. I’m the beast from purgatory that watches
you. I know, I resemble the Evil Emperor himself. That’s why I’ve gotten so many insults
over the years, like the one you just gave me.” He said with a humorous laugh. I looked at
him with a confused face. Then, I myself, chuckled a little. I got out of my bed and had a
brief look at him. He was much taller, his skin seemed to be a little darker, his eyes were
calm, and he had no top hat or tailed-suit coat. He wore a tight sweater, jeans, and a t-
shirt with the words American Gladiators written upon it. “I’m a big fan of the show.” He
pointed to the shirt and laughed, I couldn’t control my laughter any more. My breaths
“I like you. You’re a lot different than the other monster’s I’ve seen. For one
thing, you look like a regular person. Also, you have a sense of humor. So what’s your
name? I’m sure you already know mine.” I was eager to know more about this one. He
seemed a lot more friendly, and might even have been a jester like Berson had been.
“Yeah, I know your name. Mine is Claudius. I’m one of the main people who run
“Just because we’re in between heaven and hell doesn’t mean we’re never
attacked by demons, and even angels. They consider us evil because we’re not on either
side. Actually the battlefield known as Akeldma is on our territory. It’s our land, we
claimed the territory shortly after a legendary battle for it known as ‘The Slaughter Of the
Innocent’ when actually the only people who were truly innocent were the ‘slaughterers’,
otherwise known as the beasts from Purgotorious. There were no angels because they
already had more than enough land. But, I suspect sooner or later, someday, the demons
will try to attack us once again and we shall have to team up with perfection like we were
“The times when Purgotorious was the lowest level of Heaven and there was no
such thing as hell yet. This period of time occurred before the creation of the physical
universe, when God had not yet created anything but Angels, and His Son. This was
before the Golden Dawn had received his name and he was better known as Beautiful
One, or you would most likely know his name in Latin: ‘Lucifer’.”
He informed me of more information over the next couple hours; telling me what
every single detail of every single dream I ever had meant spiritually and how the weird
things I had seen but never thought about enough to notice were always spiritual
happenings. For example, a brutal car accident that I had witnessed where five people
died in the same car was actually God punishing them for some of the vile sins they had
committed that day: drugs, drinking, lying, cheating, adultery, cursing, and rape. I was
astonished to here the truth, and definitely overwhelmed by it. He told me that when it all
came down to the truth, I would some day have to meet up with Jesus Christ, Moses, and
John the Baptist; not for battle, but for mere instruction.
The next few days were spent laughing. Sometimes, Claudius would steal me food
from different places so I wouldn't have to gag on the living food that all of the nurses
brought us. Emily and William’s daily visits started to disappear and I barely noticed.
But, my heart sank each day I wouldn’t be able to see Emily’s face. I became worried at
what happened. Claudius told me that the nurses said my insanity was coming back, that I
would scream foreign languages no one would understand in my sleep, I wouldn’t even
eat the food they gave me, and I would sometimes mysteriously play cards with myself at
one o’clock; when he told me this, I laughed my head off, the nurses came in, and gave
The sky was the darkest I had ever seen it, or maybe it was just night time, as I smoked a
cigarette and gazed up at the stars. I watched the black dome above me, and wondered
how if it shattered the whole entire human race would fly into the heavens. I watched
other galaxies around me, wondering if any of the other planets or stars out there were
being sucked into the infinite voids known as black holes. I remembered the scientific
facts I knew: we were spinning at approximately sixty-seven thousand miles per hour,
there were seven other planets in my solar system, all going a different at speeds, circling
a giant ball of hydrogen while my Milky Way Galaxy spun around with what scientists
have thought to be about one-hundred million stars, all made of hydrogen and other
various elements, and slowly, this galaxy was being ripped apart along with billions and
billions of others by the same infinite void I was wondering about five minutes earlier, a
black hole; which could have something to do with the creation of galaxies because every
single one of these black holes sat in the middle of every single of these galaxies, waiting
to feast or are already feasting like a giant monster. Then I realized something I had never
realized before: we are all made up of mostly the same elements: hydrogen, oxygen, and
helium.
“Sir, it’s three forty-five in the morning, you need to go inside.” The same nurse
who I had punched three weeks earlier came and told me, obliviously keeping away from
me as far as possible. I turned and I let out a burst of laughter because his nose was
completely broken. I thought it was funny for a different reason: we had so many nurses
and doctors but none of them knew how to cure colds, fevers, or even mend broken
bones.
“Um, why?” I tried to be gentle with him, not to scare him off.
“Well I don’t see the black sky. It’s like a transparent glass to me. I see the rest of
the universe, the stars, galaxies, and when I look close enough, the individual black holes.
And past that I see the demons and angels whom roam the skies, fighting for our souls.
But it's really all dependant upon ourselves. We need to look up at the sky and pick up a
sword. Our tongue needs to be prepared to fight against dragons, golems, and serpents. Or
Vise versa.” I meant the truth, but by the end of my speech, I only wanted to mess with
walked back inside. If he was another nurse I would’ve been told that I couldn’t bring in
lit cigarettes for health purposes, but this one didn’t care. The kid, whose name was
James, caught with me and just walked besides me to my room. The nurses had
moved me to a new room that had transparent walls. But they were only one way, so I
couldn’t see them studying me physically. I could only sense their spiritual presence.
“Hey man, I hear you like to play cards. Me and the security guards play poker
every Sunday night when all the nurses go home and don’t come back till around eight
a.m. We play until, like, seven. You wanna join one night? I hear you like to play cards a
“Maybe.” I walked into my room and popped open Life On the Mississippi by
Mark Twain. I was twelve pages away from reading every single Twain book. Charles
I crammed mashed potatoes in my mouth, the only thing my nurses ever brought me that
actually tasted like food as I spoke about my life before insanity was cursed upon me. The
doctors decided I was safe enough to let me back into the cafeteria. I spoke of the past
lovers I had, childhood experiences, where I had moved to and fro, my jobs, my favorite
movies, and the different crazy things I did. When I got up close to these people I realized
how crazy they were and how sane I was: barely. They were almost one-hundred percent
normal. In fact, the reason most of these people were in the Nest were because severe
cases of OCD, bi-polar disorder, and other unbalanced chemicals in their brains. I was the
only almost crazy one, or at least I appeared like it. I wore the same t-shirt and athletic
shorts everyday. My hair was always messy and sticking up in every possible direction. I
wrote random words down on napkins, lunch trays and walls. In the Nest, I was the only
hair was disheveled and his eyes looked at me in a peculiar way. I did not know what was
wrong with him, but I did know that his reason for being in this place was rational. The
man looked as if at any moment he would try to attack. Since I first met the man at my
parents house, his appearance had begun to change and look more wolfish. We had
“How did you become this thing?” I asked him laying on his bed, trying not to
look into his hungry eyes. It was not yet that time in the lunar cycle for him to become
what he was. But, that look of hunger, the same one that scared me more than any other
expression in the world, always lingered on his face. He had fangs which were almost an
inch and a half long. He had bright, bright green eyes that made one fear for their life. He
“I don’t know. I guess you could say I way born with it. But, the disease didn’t
into my blood stream ‘til about three years ago. I was eighteen. I remember my first hunt.
Most Hollywood movies say werewolves don’t remember what happens when they hunt.
That’s a lie. Bullshit. I remember every little thing about it. What the blood tastes like,
what the flesh tastes like. It’s all horrible, horrible memories that I want to take back. The
only good thing about it rush of air I get when I run. I feel like a new born child
experiencing things for the first time. Mother nature calls out to me when I’m the beast of
the moon. It’s the only I ever enjoy. The only damn good thing about being what I am.”
Jason’s voice scared me. It was very, very deep. Each vowel sounded like it was
scratching against the surface of a chalkboard. I flinched every time he would breathe in
between sentences. It sounded as if he was going to jump at my throat and rip me apart.
But, he did not do so. He was a good man with very, very frightening features.
“Other than that and the whole silver bullet concepts, I think Hollywood only
“Well, they don’t kill us. Silver does, but not bullets. You have to use a knife.
But, normally, the weapon that kills us the fastest and the easiest of all is a long silver
blade. The werewolves originated in China and that’s the reason Samurai’s started using
such long and strong blades: to cut our heads off. Like zombies, we can not live without
heads. But, even if you stab me in the heart, I’ll live easily as if it had never happened.
We’re monsters. More vicious than even the most violent of vampires.”
“They exist?”
“Yeah. They only live in Alaska, Italy, and Romania now. Vlad, also known as
Count Dracula, lives still in Romania. But, he hides now instead of kills. I hear though
there’s a pretty big family in Washington out west that’s been making a big fuss about
“Oh.” This is all I could say. I was amazed by the fact werewolves and vampire
existed and that there were also so many of them. I sat and pondered how no one had ever
truly discovered these people. It’s because they’re all like Jason: they’ve been put in
insane asylums to either be watched or studied. My thoughts lay silent for a long time,
neither of us speaking. Jason was now throwing a tennis ball all of the wall and catching
it in his hands.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
The walls said to me this phrase over and over again by the sound of Jason’s ball
hitting the wall many a time. What they were speaking to me meant absolutely nothing.
Again, the walls seemed to have voices and not ears like so many movies and books had
told me. To distract myself from the voices of the walls around me, thinking that I was
actually starting to become insane, I watched the balls across the room, bounce against
the wall, then the floor, and jump into Jason’s hand as if he was controlling with his
mind. Again he repeated the process and my eyes followed the ball.
The last phrase was a slight whisper; the voice of an outer demon. I cursed the
demon under my breath. The ball had stopped moving. He noticed something about me
was different. But, as soon as the ball stopped, the voices went away too.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
He threw it against the wall and it bounced off the floor and into his hands.
Don’t. Don’t. The two words had come from the bounces. The first had been from
the wall’s and the second from the floor. The whole room was a living, existing demon.
“Why?”
“The walls…the walls are speaking to me again. They want me to stop. I can’t.
They want me to leave His Army and disobey the General. I can’t. I can’t, Jason, I just
can’t!” I was starting to shake. My blood began to boil with a hot painful anger.
“Gerard, calm down. It’s okay, bud. Just breathe. In. Out. In. Out.”
I tried it four times. Then voices came back. He was not bouncing the wall.
Nothing different had happened about my surroundings besides the fact that I was falling
back into the world I hated. The whispers were the oh so familiar ones of metallic
rasping. For the first time ever, I heard their message perfectly clear, their voice speaking
in a sing song rhythm that made my spine shiver and my blood begin to curl.
Gerard, why are you making this foolish mistake. You know, deep down in your
heart that my way is the best way. The way of destruction is the easiest path and by far
the most satisfying of them all. It’s so much more entertaining and risky. Death is more
fascinating, pain is more intriguing than the happiness of the other path. No, the other is
terrible. It’s rocky and arduous. You have to try. And do you want to try? Or do you want
to go through life easily? I think we really both know life like that is boring. Dull.
Monotonous. However, the road I have paved for you is exhilarating and blood-warming.
“My heart says no!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. The room started to spin.
It spun and spun for a extended amount of time. Then the room stood still. All the paint
on the walls slowly started to melt away like water running down the side of a bath tub.
Behind the walls was a sickly colored black with a slight tint of green. Now a horrible
stench filled my nose. I gagged and tried to hold my breath. Sometimes, when keeping my
breath inside of my lungs became impossible, I was forced to breathe in for a short
second. When I breathed in, a dreadful stench stung my lungs and my sinuses.
As the walls slowly peeled back, I saw what had been the truth I couldn’t have
ever wanted to know: Lucifer was sitting down smiling maliciously - the same smile I
despised more than anything else in the entire world - with a sinister look of greed on his
face. Again, he wore that wretched business that made one’s jaw clench with anger and/or
annoyance.
“Hi, Gerard.” His voice sounded creepy and almost pathetic. It rasped against the
hinges of its own sound waves. I shuddered because it somehow put me in a wretched
kind of agony.
“Hey. What do you want?” I stood in the middle of the room - if it still was a
room - talking to this monster with my body limp, making me look apathetic and why he
“Torture you.”
“Who said I was going to touch you?” And in that moment a lighting shot of pain
surged through my body, reaching every blood vessel within me. My arms and legs began
to shake vigorously and with great pain. I fell to the black floor. Underneath my body I
felt a sticky black ooze that smelled like burning rotten eggs. The fumes made my head
I awoke in my own personal room without memory of the event in which had
have happened to fast. When I turned over in my bed to my right side, that horrible pain
shot up my body. But, this time it was only half as much as the pain of the first one and
also lasted for only about half as long. I lay on my bed in the same position for nearly
feeble shot through body once again, was the creaking of my door. Through the door
came Jason was again. He was not smiling, but he didn’t have a look of worry on his face.
He only walked over to my side of the bed and sat down on the chair next to it. He leaned
back and began looking at the ceiling like had so many times.
“Why, because you’re not insane? I thought they kept you in here so people’s
“I never said who was to let me out.” His voice revealed a tiny bit of weight and
“I can’t tell you Gerard,” He turned his head slowly towards me in either a chance
to create tension or because he was scare. “You must understand. You absolutely can’t
know. But I can tell you one thing: you will see me one day again.”
“When?”
“I do not know. But, I have a gut feeling that one day God will let our fates collide
“Will we be friends?”
“I certainly hope so. Good-bye Gerard.” He smiled at me and stood up, heading
“On what?”
“Goodbye.” And just like that, Jason left the insane asylum without a trace, never
to be discovered again. He left to dwell in my thoughts for the rest of the night, letting
dreams of haunting memories crash over me. The visions I had of monsters and evil
demons filled my mind, leaving me to twist and turn in the uncomfortable surface of my
bed. All I could do to take my focus off of Jason and this War was to sleep and dwell in
I woke up one morning sweating from the nightmare the night before. I had no clue why
this nightmare had occurred. It was one of many, coming to me spontaneously and
untargeted just to scare me and give me more to worry about. I left the thoughts of
Now, I will describe the thoughts of such a state of mind because it indeed is
unhealthy to a human being. I can not imagine humans knowing and sharing what I have
seen and heard. The ideas that insanity has given are treacherous and perceived as
foolishness. But, this is reality as I have come to know it. There’s no escaping what this
truly is.
The staff searched arduously for Jason after his disappearance. Nothing about him
was behind. No fingerprints, no DNA, nothing whatsoever. The only thing in which he
left in the NEST was the memories that not swirled within confines of my mind. I was
stuck in disbelief with the fact he could just get up and leave with such ease, much less
escape undetected.
So I kept the misery to myself. I expressed insanity only at times when such a
horrible thing was necessary. When I did so, I made sure the people around me wouldn’t
do anything about my state of mind. They never commented to the doctors about the
things that went wrong with me other than vital information. But, things like talking in
my sleep and the occasional times when my eyes would roll back into their sockets, they
Much less, I was left to suffer until God decided it was time to stop my suffering.
When my sanity reappeared significantly and my weird dreams went away, the doctors
took me to my house told me I could grab fives things that weren’t clothes. They had
already let me have all the books I wanted from the asylum’s library, I took a
few other things. I took a picture of my family, a few books that were impossible to find
in the library because they were extremely rare (altogether counted as only one object), a
few packages of papers, and paints and a brush. I wanted to paint again like I used to. The
splotches of paint with the square in the middle on my carpet were still there. I took a
“You have the strangest interests, Mr. Singular. You know that?” The black driver
made me feel cared for, safe, and like I was a regular person.
“I know. This whole thing with people thinking I’m crazy has changed me a lot
over the last several months. I don’t like it. I wish there was a place where I would just
“Kind of like your own Shangri-La?” The driver looked back at me.
“Pretty much.” I watched the signs and buildings whiz right past me. I thought
about how all the people in those buildings and on the sidewalk were all real people and
had futures and pasts. It amazed me. At the same time it scared me. My hands trembled in
what felt like fear of the war I was having to fight. Now, dragons were circling the air. I
was sweating but the driver didn’t seem to notice. I suddenly felt cold metal in my hands.
As I turned my gaze on whatever was in my hands, there was a ear-drum piercing screech
that made my eyes go wild. The double edged sword lay in my hand. By the time I
realized where I actually was, there were monsters and demons running up and down the
street, screaming and eating people. I could hear flesh ripping and I saw the blood on the
streets. But, this wasn’t spiritual now; this was a full-on battle in the physical realm
against demons, purgatory monsters, and the only human around that could fight-back:
me.
A REVOLUTION OF WORLDS
I drew my double bladed sword and curses the skies in a foreign tongue that I, myself,
didn’t even understand. I heard screams and they were all my own. I kept all the fear deep
down inside of me. Away from my thoughts. I only left the positive encouraging thoughts
to dwell in my brain. My blood ran warm with both fear and excitement. No pain could
even come close to taking me down now. I was invincible. Iwas insane. Through the
sword, power swelled from the handles and throughout my entire arms. My whole body
changed, forming into a superior being. But, yet I was below the entire human race. My
sins were not yet pardoned, but in some tragic sense, were still forgiven. I was the
definition of irony.
Dragons swooped down from all around. They were terrorizing people. Ripping
flesh, blood scattering everywhere. I slashed throats of demons. I crushed the skulls of
trolls. I quickly spun my blade, not knowing who or what I was killing. The only possible
way I could decipher was through the distinct pitch of a scream of pain. The high pitches,
the ones that made my ears shatter were demons; and, the low, roars were something I
had never even imagined. Of course, the human scream was the most familiar, thus being
the easiest to discern from the other painful shrieks. My hand shook with every blow. It
all seemed like it was in slow motion. How the blade always came down in a swift
and perfect movement and how each blow easily crushed the skulls of trolls, gargoyles,
and demons.
I could taste their blood. I thought I would die. It seemed rational. Demonic blood
had to be lethal. It was revoltingly black, too red, or the absence of all color. When I split
skulls, I didn’t even have the simplest nerve to look at the remains. I quickly jumped to
the next body, ready to take it down within a matter of a few seconds.
All the people were inside buildings, wanting to get away from this horrific sight.
I didn’t blame them. But, I needed something. I couldn’t do this alone. All I had was a
double-blade and an infinite amount ofadrenaline. Sure, killing a thousand demons with a
mythical double-edged sword is easy with the power of magic behind you, but what about
more dragons? What about if my Enemy appears himself? How would I defeat him then?
The trumpets sounded. Swords gleamed and so did the bodies of the angels as
they flew down from the clouds as they were opening. The Counselor’s face was in the
back, giving light to the cloudy day. But, not so much light as too blind us. The Angels’
white robes were a gorgeous flowing white, with swords gleaming identical to mine.
They had flowing hair, neither long nor short. All were beautiful and perfect; they were
the most majestic things I had ever seen in my entire life. They gave me more confidence;
the help from Up Above would be what I needed. I could breathe now, spit out the poison
and focus.
We all looked in unison: organized with better combative skill than any other
army on any other nation upon Earth. We didn’t move in troops or segments. We moved
as a perfect line; attacking monsters and demons close to us. We let them charge us.
Thousands more of these things were killed. More blood filled the streets and we didn’t
have a single cut or scratch on our entire bodies. It was beautiful how well all of this
I noticed that the Angels didn’t have long flowing wings. They had sharp cut
wings, built naturally with perfect aerodynamics and even specifically for combat only.
These were only the warrior Angels, the ones that were made only for fighting. That’s
why they were so graceful when killing and fighting. This was there purpose and desire.
I noticed a dragon riding high in the air. It had terrified me before the Angels
came, now it looked pathetic. I realized that it was too scared to come and fight. All it
could do was look at us from the clouds and observe the battle. It flew in circles, flapping
it’s wings slowly so it could focus on its own regiment of demons or a specific soldier.
When I looked closer I realized what was riding on it. The dark cloaked figure looked so
familiar and its laugh was so common to my ears. I knew I’d be scared to come and face
us. It couldn’t deal with the fact that I wasn’t alone in this any more. He had enemies to
face. Something that was above the power of human, a large amount of spiritual
Suddenly, the sky blacked out. All matter and objects were now nonexistent. I
existed still. It was a black plane of nothing. The infinite void. I thought this was death. A
demon must have sliced me from behind or a troll had clubbed me in the head. I must’ve
had a painless death. I thought after dying I would sit in a waiting room to be called up, as
himself.
Then He appeared. He was laughing his evil, maniacal laugh. My fear arrived
lighting quick. I had no chance alone. I had all the chances possible. He wore the same
black cloak, with his hood up and a long black blade in it’s sheathe on his waist.
He slowly lowered his hood. His face purely made of rotting flesh. White with
decaying cheeks and his cheekbones thrusting out from spots in his jaw. It was disgusting
and revolting. My stomach churned when I first glanced at it in such a way that vomited
so much I thought it possible for all of my intestines to come out of my mouth. I looked
away and gagged. But, surprisingly, there was no repulsive smell from his rotting face.
His smile was eerie and gut turning. The human eye could not have undergone such an
evil sight. Luckily, I was granted the courage to stand there and fight. He slowly moved
toward me. Instead of walking, he floated gracefully towards me, as if he was a ghost.
But, he wasn’t.
“Here we are, the battle field of Hell. A place you’ve dreamed of before. But
never seen with your own eyes. Angels have fought here before against the same demons
they are slaughtering on the streets of Jerusalem as we speak. This is the legendary,
irreplaceable graveyard of many brave soldiers, both Angelic and demotic. There have
been many famous and infamous battles won and lost here by my minions and your allies.
“The funny thing about these two armies is that their names have been said and
used many times on Earth. Ever heard of the Axis, or Allied, powers? Or, the one your
probably more familiar with, that was main cause of World War II, the Nazis. The
destroying and murdering, of thousands, maybe millions, or His chosen people…I believe
the technical term that was used to describe their act in the human language is genocide.
The murdering, or in this case, the attempt of murdering, an entire race of a specific
ethnic group. I was behind that. I was the evil inside the man you know as Adolf Hitler."
possess someone, or send another demon to possess. You’re just too scared to show up in
His eyes burned with fury. He slashed his sword at me, leaving a huge gash in my
arm. Blood poured out on to the floor of the black empty void. Both our swords fiercely
clashed, my voice screeched with an unknown effort. Red and orange sparks filled the air,
I thrust the sword into his side. He fell to his knees, coughing up a
blackish/grayish gas. His hands disinigrated, and his whole body started dissolving. The
area gradually brightened as he also disappeared. Now, I had realized the severe pain that
was in my arm. But no blood continued to flow. When he had vanished into thin air, the
room spun and I was sitting in yet another room with a man who had very long hair. He
“Great job."
“Almost. We’re gonna let you stay here for a little while but then let you go.”
“Heaven.”
“Awesome.”
As it turns out the man that was sitting next to me was Jesus Christ himself. I
spend the rest of the day talking to him, Moses, Noah, John the Baptist, an assortment of
the twelve disciples, and Abraham. There were tons of biblical and historical celebrities.
They told me fascinating stories from their exhilarating lives. I found that all of the
biblical heroes were exactly like normal people. They talked regularly, walked regularly,
and didn’t even have the angelic flow in which I had expected them to have. I was
astounded by how human they were. After visiting with past friends whom had over the
I awoke in a similar room: white with bright lights and machines everywhere.
The sun was barely out when I awoke. My entire body was sore and stitches ran
up and down my arm. There was no blood. Nothing was covering the wound. The medic
had cleaned it up perfectly. I felt so awkward with my insides were burning in a feverish
fashion. It was just my hunger, I needed food. There were no pills or medicine in the
entire house. But, I needed none. I felt fine. Just extremely hungry. The rooms all smelt
like they were freshly clean. There was a note on the kitchen table:
Dr Mr. Singular,
You have been legally release from NEST Asylum. You are able to live alone.
However, we have removed all pills and possible medicine that you have the possibility of
overdosing on. You are medically labeled suicidal. We expect you to report here in one
month, April 1st, to observe the progress you have made. But, you have permission to
visit anytime.
your regular life. We hope the very, very best for you.
Sincerely,
NEST Administration
I cooked bacon and eggs, devouring them as if I had never eaten before. They
tasted delicious. Every bit was satisfying. I wished the moment would never end. My taste
buds danced with joy. They were delightful to have their needs met.
I spent the day sleeping, not because of how much pain I was in, but only to rid
the monotony and boringness from my house. No one had come to see me. The Sword
still laid by the bedside, glowing brightly in the darkness of it’s sheathe. Apparently, the
damage that was done to the monsters was also spiritual. The physical realm and the
spiritual realm collided and clashed together, forming a temperate metaphysical state of
body. Luckily, by the time I had awoken, I was back inside of my normal body. For days,
no demons bothered me. Not even the monsters from Purgotorious came to visit me.
It was all so depressing: how lonely and scared I was. My hands were shaking, my
entire electrical wiring was ready for an attack at anytime, by any one, or from anywhere.
This was my downfall. I seemed to have gotten virtually nothing important done the next
few days after my attack. But, it’s not like there’s a bunch of important stuff you can do
while insane.
The night was cold and dark, the branches made a creaking noise. I was almost convinced
that there was someone, something in my house. But, it was just the constant fear that I
held those days. I was mentally scarred with fear. My eyes were constantly jumpy, going
from side to side. I thought I saw beasts of different kinds. But, they were all just part of
“Depressed.”
“I’m so sorry.
“It’s okay.”
“What?”
“Kill yourself; it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Huh?
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, he wore a long black cloak, and when he removed his hood he had a
rotting face with black teeth. You could see the bones beneath his skin and his eyes were
bright, glowing red. When you looked at him your stomach would flip. It made me want
“Did it hurt?”
We sat in silence for a long time. I ate the hamburger she brought me. Its beefy
taste made my stomach happier than it had ever been. I had only microwave-able food for
the past two weeks and whenever Emily would bring me something, my stomach smiled
She came by three times a week. Sometimes after school with me. The next few
weeks had been fun at school. I just told them to write a ten page paper on the main
philosophy of Crime and Punishment, it was due in three weeks. Most of the time in class
we talked about books, poetry, and art. I was just a friend and they were worried about
me. Everything was calm. Apparently, Emily had subbed for during me the time of my
stay in the hospital and the days I had not seen her at NEST. Which explains her sudden
disappearance.
I recieved a ton of gifts when I returned to school. I haven’t really looked at any of
them. Except William Hollywood’s. He had bought me a copy of the complete works of
HG Wells; and I read it two months. It was the best gift I had gotten in a long, long time.
My parents moved in to a near by hotel until I got better. We went out to dinner every
Saturday night, sometimes Emily would accompany me. Things started to get relatively
“Well class, we have two weeks left of school. And I won’t be coming back due
am prohibited to tell you. I will visit you when I am able. But, I will be moving to another
house in the city. Unfortunately the moving incident is forcing me to relocate jobs. I
honestly would stay if I could. I will miss every single one of you. Especially
you, William. You’ve been the smartest kid I have ever met. Fortunately, you are
graduating so you wouldn’t have to suffer my absence while walking around the halls.
At that moment, the bell rang. I walked out last and went home. It was my last
class of the week. I had a silent drive home. I left the radio off and just thought about
things. Life. Death. Redemption. Salvation. I thought about everything and nothing.
Again, I had that shrinking feeling. I felt as if I was the smallest, unnoticeable person in
the world.
sight, and I tried to escape them. Unfortunately, I didn’t know how. The skies spun way
too quickly to be real. Flames appeared, then disappeared so fast that it was almost
impossible to tell whether or not they were actually real. Everything in my vision looked
as if it wasn’t real at all. I veered off to the side of the road silently, trying not to be
noticed by other drivers. I was successful in that, considering I was the smallest person in
I sat in a circus. I was in a cage. There he was, with a stain on his coat. A dark red
stain that was undoubtedly blood. It was the stain I had caused. He was shouting to an
audience of millions, all undoubtedly demons and other evil monsters. The scenery was
bright red, blue, yellow, and green. This intimidated me. There were rhinoceroses, tigers,
dinosaurs, and other deadly animals with large teeth and fearful eyes. The plan was for
them to eat me. And I knew it. Their mouths dripp with saliva pouring down everywhere.
There were pools of spit as they looked up at me, hungry for my flesh. There were
tightropes, but no one was walking on them. There was a total lack of all circus
employees, excluding the Ring Master himself. He laughed and joked with the crowd.
Laughed at every possible thing about me that could even be imaginable in mocking me.
He knew this would effect my self-esteem, because he knew how insecure I was. I cried
all over the cage, weeping silently. He went from being a happy ringmaster, to having an
all too familiar malicious and murderous smirk upon his face. Murder lingered tightly on
his thoughts and desires. He made an announcement to the audience that I would be
devoured by all the animals that he possessed, and the only way I could survive would be
with my bare fists. No one had ever survived during this game, he said. He also warned
all parents to cover their children’s eyes if it got too gory, which it most likely would.
As he lowered my cage, the golden courage I loved submerged from the deepest
crevices of my heart. I knew the ability I had. I might just be strong enough to survive
this, I thought to myself. When he unlocked the cage, the tiger and his company sprinted
my way. I punched one in the jaw, and as it was flying to the ground I kicked it’s throat,
causing it to cough up blood all over the ground. It laid there and I drilled my foot
through it’s ribs, every single one cracked so loud that I could hear it with ease.
I Somehow managed to tackle the dinosaur to the ground and hold it still long
enough t viciously punch its face in. It tried to writhe away, but I broke it’s spine under
attack me again, I gouged its eyes out with my fingers. Blood spewed from it’s sockets.
Leaving me drenched in a thick black ooze that smelled like the burning of sewage and
rotten eggs in one. I vomited all over the floor. The stench of the stadium only worsened
The rhinoceros had escaped magically, leaving me only a fifty foot snake to
attack. This was the Ring Master. It lurched had me at the speed of sound. I drilled my
knuckles into its face, but it lurched around and tripped me. I wrestled with it. The snake's
humongous weight almost choked me to death. I couldn't breathe. I felt my head get light
as a feather, and the floor began to spin. The snake’s hissing was like laughing. I started
to cry again, my death was way too near. How could this happen every time? I needed a
slightly heavy weight in my left hand. The magic I had just utter brought me my double-
bladed sword. I screamed at the top of my lungs and completely severed the snake in half.
Its blood was pure black, identical to the dinosaur's, and was oozing onto my feet, coating
the lower half of my jeans in it. The spraying of it’s blood covered my torso, covering up
the blood of the dinosaur. Every demon in that place disintegrated. I was the only one.
The snake had turned by into the Ring Master, his body laid there, withered and dead.
But, it wasn’t dead. He was just gone. And like the last battle. his body slowly started to
decay and my mind slipped back into the physical state of existence-the one I hate so
“Yep.”
“That’s nuts.”
“I know.”
I sipped on my drink and stared off at the sunset while Emily and I sat on the
beach. I was apparently in devastating car crash, putting me into a coma for
approximately forty-eight hours. Everyone had been worried about how much longer I
would live; which couldn't be long considering how suicidal AND accident prone I am.
We discussed the matters of the accident that had really happened. She seemed to be
extremely interested in even the tiniest of details. She wanted to know what the Devil
spoke like, what his beasts looked like, and even the music that was going on. It felt great
to unload all of this off my chest. I never had to keep a secret from anyone about my
visions and events again because now I had someone to tell. Everyone felt only pity for
me, and nothing else. There was no empathy, no sympathy. Except Emily could somehow
understand my condition and the circumstances I went through. My life was awkward and
“Any guesses?
“Some."
“Like what?
“The next event that picks me: an attack, a car wreck, suicide. Even though I don't
“Oh really?
“Mmhmm.”
“How so?”
She took me by the hand, looked deeply into my eyes, and softly kissed me on the
lips. Her lips tasted like some intricate formula of watermelon. My insides burned. I had
never felt this sensation before in my life. The sun went away. But, yet, it was still light.
The brilliant luminescence came from her eyes and the way her smile glowed like the
brightest flame ever known. When our kiss unlocked, I felt something gripped my soul
tightly. I was so familiar with other sensations: pain, fear, and insanity, that I it took me a
few moments to recognize what this emotion was. I racked my brain for all possible
It was love.
I started to freak out. I was so startled to get what I wanted for once, to have my
prayer answered, that I unleashed out a flood of tears. I smiled the biggest smile I had
ever grinned. Larger than the time I first kissed a girl or the time I became an uncle. Her
smile was even wider. In fact, it was so wide that I had expected her to be the insane one.
Not me.
She threw her arms around me and held to me tightly. When I wrapped my arms
tightly around her shoulders I could feel her breathing. I could feel her crying. I felt every
individual tear fall onto my shirt. After a while my whole shirt was literally soaked in
tears of joy. The luminous light of her tears mixed with that of the moons and the scenery
was almost blinding. And when the brightness mixed with the glistening tears in my eyes,
I felt lucky. It seemed impossible. This was a reward for the good deeds I had
done. This was a reward for the pain and suffering I had undergone within the previous
months before. I was blessed and I was happy. My hands were shaking. For once, it was
not out of fear or frustration, but out of pure joy. She kissed me one more time.
I never wanted to let go of her. Never wanted to unlock my lips from hers. They
were so sweet, and oh so gentle. But, I had to. She pulled back her face. I brushed her
long black hair away from her eyes, and saw a rose flicker within the confines of them.
And my heart pounded like a thunderstorm. The only way to hide it would be by
stabbing it with a dagger. But, not even that would stop it. You would have to pour
poison down my veins, and dip my heart’s stitches in contaminated wine. But, not even
that would stop it. You would have to drown it in the deepest of oceans, feed it to the
fiercest of lions and devils, and plant within it a bomb filled made of broken glass so
shrapnel would stick into the muscle of my heart, causing it to bleed and blood; leaving
more scars and resulting in more stitches which you would have to dip in poison. Only
then, you just might be able to muffle the sound of my roaring heart beat.
But, there was no way you could stop the crackle of my lightning.
Our happiness never seemed to fade. We played like little children whom just discovered
who their new best friend was. We kissed unlike children did, true, but never going to far
with it. Most of the time, we spent the nights cuddled and watching an old black and
white film. Sometimes we would put in the occasional foreign independent film and
spend the night not cuddled but leaning intently towards the television in either an
attempt to read the subtitles fast enough or just because we loved the movies. Amelié had
I decided not to go back to the school. It was a dumb and moronic idea to go back
to the place where the majority of all my worst memories happened. So, I stayed home to
rest. The government - think it was the NEST - gave me money to survive on until my
body was completely healed. It was, but they would not let me completely go until I had
finished complete recovery. Physical, not mental. But, I knew they still thought me to be
mad.
and middles in the region. She normally didn’t substitute for one teacher more than four
or five days out of the week at most. Then she would come home on the weekend where
we would watch movies and cuddle and go to the theatre when good plays were made.
“How was work today?” I asked as I wrote a short story about some meaningless
from the stupid story I had been typing away at on my ancient typewriter, not a computer.
“Yeah.”
“I knew you’d asked that. Oh, he’s depressed. He really misses you.”
“Tell him he can come and visit every day if he feels like it. As long as he
promises not to call me Mr. Singular or sir, he’s welcome at this house anytime he feels
like it.”
“I already told him that. Excluding that part about calling you those names, he
already knows not to call you that. He never refers to you as either. Ever since you left
“Good. I knew he’d catch on later. He’s a friend now. Not a student but a friend.
And my friends are far and in between, so I want to see them as often as possible. I
I came over and kissed her gently, then held her in my arms. I thought it funny that
we lived together and didn’t even sleep in the same bed. It was even funnier that we were
so obviously in love, but yet our rooms were on the opposite ends of the house. It was my
idea. I fought for the Creator so I desired to obey his rules. Well, not really rules and not
really guidelines but more of conditions: if you obeyed, the rewards would be
tremendously remarkable.
“Eh, kind of boring. I wrote most of the day, then ate some food and slept. I feel
like a monster held in captivity. I wish I could find my paints. I have painted
since…since.” I thought of the bird I had painted. I thought of its haunting songs in which
came back with it. The songs of death and decay. How my memory had gone from
happiness to horror every time the thing that looked at me in my mind. I couldn’t believe
my hands painted such a thing that was so horrifying. How its eyes were sown shut, but
yet I felt its black midnight eyes piercing through its eyelids and staring into the evilness
of my soul, learning my deepest and darkest secrets. The same ones in which I hated and
hid from all thoughts and being. Every time my mind slipped into the thought of this
grotesque painting depression seeped over my horrible soul. Fear crept into the veins of
my blood. More and more I started to fear thinking whatsoever about art because
whenever the concept of art came into my mind that bloody bird, that demotic crow from
the depths of a most unutterable hell came to me unwillingly. I wished to pluck out my
eyes and slip into a coma with ease where dreams may surround me once again so that
nightmare induced painting could never be remembered again but within the shadows of
another realm.
“BABY!”
I was on the floor, convulsing violently. I felt my body go limp when I heard her
scream my name. I lay on floor still for a long, long time feeling her hands on my chest
and back, trying to do CPR on me. I guess, I indeed was unconscious. When one is in
this state, I realized, that we do not take in the fact other people do not know we see and
hear what they’re doing. It’s as if life stopped for them, and my whole body did the same
except my eyes and ears. I still heard and saw everything around me. But, they did not.
“Aren’t supposed to cough or something?” I could tell she was afraid she had
I knew when someone had CPR and had approached from the depths of
unconsciousness, they normally would breathe hard and, yes, they are supposed to cough.
But, to me it was as if I had been asleep - excluding that haunting sharp pain inside me
and my muscles being sore after stretching and pulling against their own will.
“Trust me, babe. I’m perfectly fine. Just a little surprise at what happened.”
“What did happen? You were saying about not painting since something and then
you went quiet for about half a minute, but I didn’t interupt because you were lost in
thought and I know you don’t like to be interrupted when you’re like that. But, then all of
a sudden you screamed in a high pitch voice and fell to the floor and started having a
“Um,” I though quietly for a moment about how to choose the right words without
creeping her out any more than I had already done lately. “A demon from my past came to
mind. And, I’m a lot more vulnerable to demons than you are babe, remember?.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I know. You know how worried I get about you when things like this happen?”
“I know. I’m sorry. But, I haven’t heard voices or seen anything lately, and you
know that.” What she didn’t know was that under my bed I kept two swords that could
click together and become somewhat magical. What she didn’t know was that somewhere
in his house, Satan was plotting to try and either win me over to kill me. He did not want
to do the latter because he knew if I did I would be lost to him and sent to the Creator of
the Universe. Another helpful soul would’ve been lost. What she didn’t know was that I
was probably, and most definitely, insane. I did admit these facts to her only because her
“Yeah, I do.”
We spent the rest of night talking about God and life. We discussed matter that
probably didn’t ever seem relevant to us be we felt secure once conversed with each
other. Peace came over the both of us at night, I more than her, of course. I prayed to God
she would not be so worried about me, I prayed she would realize exactly say I was in the
I was in the middle of a great sea on a small schooner boat. I could smell the
warm breeze and taste the mist of the waves against my cheeks. There were no birds
flying above, the sun was shining at the perfect brightness, and the water was completely
still and tranquil. I smiled as I leaned back against the bottom of the boat. The clouds
swirled and twisted into meaningless shapes that resembled nothing whatsoever. They
tossing and turning in the atmosphere made my body feel completely and perfectly at rest.
During the dream, I only sat and thought about the happiness I felt now. Nothing
Fish did not swim by the boat. The only animal near my boat and me was a
pelican, just as peaceful and tranquil as myself, floating in the water around me.
Occasionally, the bird would look at me and nod slightly, as if to assure me I was okay.
Out of a sudden urge in which was unexplained, I jumped off the boat and dived
in the water. The water was warm and soothing, like that of a hot tub’s. Underneath the
surface of the water, everything seemed to be perfect and absolutely clear. After
swimming for about an hour, I decided to climb back into the boat and rest. Falling into a
dreamless sleep seemed to be my greatest desire after making me so relaxed in the warm,
soothing water.
When I fell into the abyss of perfect slumber where only darkness caressed me
It was 10:57 a.m. on a Wednesday morning in April. The sun was shining bright
and I was happy. Not just because I was no longer troubled with the dangers I once fear so
horribly and terribly, but because I knew in almost four hours, which was just enough
time to finish my story, my Angel Emily would be arriving home from work. Which was
She was in my arms and I was lying on the couch. My mind was scattered. But, only in
disbelief. It was impossible, and ironic how she was even more beautiful when she slept.
It was even more improbable that I wanted her even more when her eyes were closed, and
her face was completely still. She looked like she was so at peace. Nothing in the world
could hurt her. Not even the demons and monsters I had faced. The world was just a small
matter at that time to me, and demons were an even smaller worry.
we talked. We chatted about every possible topic available. We talked about the most
pointless of topics, and the most important of topics. Gas prices, and the weather. We
always seemed to be talking about the sky, rain, and snow. It was a fascinating topic to
the both of us; it was one of many. We held even the tiniest little things in common. The
only difference was our spiritual beliefs. I was a lot more of a hands on learner when it
I felt so happy, so free. I thought my smiles would never fade; or the glow of her
magnificent, luminous face would never dim. Because, if it dimmed even the slightest bit
darker, my whole world would come crashing down. I would be left utterly hopeless. I
became independent due to the circumstances of being alone in the battle, next to having
the angels and God fight with me. I had wanted only empathy and no one to be my friend.
But, now that I had love, it’s all I wanted. I couldn’t let it slip out between my fingers like
She went off to work and I sat around and watched television. The news bored
me. The re-runs of all the sitcoms and reality shows bored me even more than the news
did. The only thing that seemed to entertain me were the old television shows back from
the 1970’s. Such things as Speed Racer, Tom & Jerry, and Batman made me smile and
laugh and just all around feel happy. The news only depressed and oppressed me because
of all the irrational stories and video clips that were being shown about presidential
candidates and their arguments with each other, rapes, convenient store heists, bank
heists, and riots. The only lie I heard that obtained my attention was a car chase; it’s
always been that way for me. Even the simple task of just watching a car chase gives me a
rush that would be thought impossible. I always wished that I could be the one driving the
car, either one I don’t care, because going down a highway at one-hundred miles per hour
against oncoming traffic seemed to be the thrill of a life time. The guy whom the cops
were chasing ended up pulling over and putting his hands on his head so the cops could
arrest him quickly and smoothly; which was a bad ending, in my opinion. I always loved
it when they would crash into another car and every thing would go up in flames. This
would make my blood run cold with excitement every single time.
As quickly as the sensation always comes, my head then started throbbing, the
room started spinning, and my heart slowed down. I knew something bad was happening.
Or was I just simply paranoid? Voices started whispering as some demon, or Angel,
started breaking through the Earth’s crust, or clouds, into this realm. The voices were that
of the Heaven or Hell. I couldn’t make out the specific words and concepts that they were
saying because the voices were so faint and dim. I only heard the reverberations of their
expensive suit with his beard completely shaved and his hair had a normal look. If looked
at from a normal persons perspective, he’d be observed as a pesky little entrepreneur who
bugged you nonstop about buying his products by either calling you at every possible
moment or ringing your door bell at the most inconvenient of times. Such as, while eating
dinner, taking the occasional nap, reading, doing the bills, or any kind of relaxing event
that if disturbed would simply have so much angerwelling up within that you might just
But since I knew he was the Archangel, I wasn’t annoyed by his appearance.
Actually, I was quite excited. I never got visits from angels, only the devil and other dark
supernatural beings. So when I got a visit from something holy and good I got excited and
jumpy. From my observation, he was ecstatic to be there too. Which made me even more
joyful.
“How so?”
“Remember when one of our Angel’s told you someday you must meet up in
heaven to receive instructions from Moses, John the Baptist, and a few other saints?”
“Yes.”
“Well, the end of times are coming extremely close. And we believe it is time you
receive your instructions to save the world. Well, not exactly save it, but kill all the
demons you can, and save the Believers and Soldiers that are left. There is a rumor that
his Darkness will be releasing the mythical dragon demon named Porenes to destroy all
Saints on Earth and to start imprinting the Number of the Beast on the foreheads of
Deceivers and the innocent whom are stuck in-between the dark road and the Holy one. It
is your time to kill the Beast of the Sea before it emerges.”
“All but one. There is a boy whom we believe shares a great spiritual power that
very few people seem to have these days. That is the power of discernment and the ability
to read ancient spiritual texts and solve supernatural riddles. He does not know he has
obtained this power, for it is not as obvious and powerful as yours is. You know the boy
very well, you taught him before all this started happening.”
“I have told you all that I am allowed to tell you. The rest must be revealed by the
sprouting out behind me. A new part of my body was forming under my shoulder blades.
I turned around and saw a huge pair of long golden wings made of millions and millions
of feathers. The Blade was in two sheathes on my waist, one on my left and the other on
my right. I felt stronger, more Holy than ever before. My vision became more spiritual
and lot less physical. The creatures in which I had seen before roamed the Earth. I didn’t
see the landscape. I saw the entire Earth at once. I sensed more evil than ever before. I
“Congratulations. You are now a part of the Angelic army. You are to be
inaugurated into the Council of the Redeemed. I believe you are actually to be the
commander of them.
“Now, are you ready for a lot of new information?”
“Yes."
Within minutes I was soaring high above the clouds with the birds. I saw the
traces of city streets and lonely abandoned homes. I saw long forests and deep lakes. It
was all black, then the clouds meshed with it and all I saw was white mist and the golden
glow of Michael’s wings. He directed me right and left, up and down, and showed me
When my thoughts of Emily, my family, and the other students I had slowly
started merging their way into my brain, a black demon shot up from under me. The sharp
blade he possesed slashed at my clothes. There was a small, light cut on my thigh. But,
blood poured out of the cut. It didn’t bother me. I glanced a look at the demon and saw a
black cloaked figure. The only visible part of it’s face were glowing red eyes. There was
It took another strike at me. But, luckily, I was quick enough to grab a blade and
deflect the attack. Quickly we fought, my wings flapping and our boides floating there
likeghosts. My hands twisted up and down faster than ever before. I saw each blade flash
with silver and red. His was a glowing burgundy that looked as if it would’ve burned if
touched. His handle was embroidered with jewels such as rubies, sapphires, and
emeralds. It gleamed in the light of my sword. And all the while this was happening,
Michael hovered there about twenty feet from us smiling, watching me take on the
assassin. When I found it convenient, I took the other blade out of its sheathe in a
lightning quick movement and slashed it down the skull of the demon. With another swift
movement I decapitated the head of the beast and its body disambiguated and disappeared
into black ash. I slipped the blades back into their sheathes and turned to
Michael was grinning from ear to ear, smiling at my triumph. I nodded and flew
straight up instead of diagonally. We passed through the ozone, through all of the other
various atmospheric layers that Earth has. We broke the sound barrier and virtually any
other type of barrier that could be broken. We were going so fast , in fact, our speed
started to bend time and created a wormhole into Heaven. The wormhole a long tube
filled with bright colors such as blue, pink, red, yellow, and green. My body was being
pressed against its walls and the cells of my skin turned over and over and over and over
until they eventually exploded. Forming a completely new set of cells that match the
circumstances of being in Heaven. I felt a burning sensation in my finger tips and realized
that they were scratching off my finger prints. An entire new me began to grow within my
gut. My old feelings and emotions were being spilled out across this black hole, the
infinite void that I was traveling through. I felt my stomach lurch forward one more time
then I was standing in front of the legendary Golden Gates. And there to greet me was
God Himself, with the largest smile I have ever seen in my entire life.
“Hello, Gerard. We have been awaiting you,” His voice was like I had always
suspected it to be: a large booming voice that always made either a good impression or a
very intimidating and scary one; all depending upon the context of its loudness and the
acoustics of the room. “I am glad you made it here safely. I saw the incident with that
Arrow. Their race is coming back alive quickly, they're our first target of killing. But, we
must hurry and tell you the secrets, give you all of the necessary weapons and provisions,
We walked quickly upon the golden streets. The buildings were large and
beautiful. Every window was perfectly clear and the stain-glassed window was so
perfectly and intricately designed that it mesmerized me into a Holy trance. He snapped a
finger to retrieve me from the spell and we quickly continued on walking down the street.
There were paintings on the sidewalks of Angels’ and heroes of the Earth. Saints from th
Old Testament were on there and so were all thirteen of the disciples. We turned into a
large church-like building. But, on the inside it was a long table with a ton of Angels
sitting like business men. But, instead of a bunch of coffee cups and lame magazines,
there were bright shining wings and wine goblets, filled with coffee. There was a 100’ x
75’ bookcase on one of the walls. It was covered with thick, ancient, and dusty textbooks.
Right away God sat down, grabbed one and looked through it. He shut the book, put it
back on the shelf it belonged to, and motioned me to come and sit down.
“You are one of a kind. I made you special. I have given you power, weapons,
skill, and most importantly the Sight. I know you know that your different. That you see
demons, beasts, and other various monstrosities of a hellish nature. I have decided to give
your instructions one at a time, trying to put the least amount of burden upon your
“Now, as I said not so long ago, you’re first thing to do is murder all of the people
among the rising species of the Witchbreed known as Apollo’s Arrows. Apollo was one
of Lucifer’s main generals during and after the Demonic Revolution. But, during a civil
war within the land of Hades, Apollo seperated from Lucifer and took the garogyles with
him. He created a race of monsters that look, and are, demons out of the gargoyles he
stole. They are called Apollo’s Arrows. You must first erase them before they attack the
“You see, a long time ago these creatures ruled the Earth when Lucifer was
working on his evil plan that is in motion right now. Apollo controlled everything evil in
the world and would not let anything Holy by. He actually did a better job of keeping
Heavenly things away from the Earth than did his usurper. Around 700 B.C. I sent an
army down there and they wiped out the entire race. Now, three thousand years later,
these creatures are on the rise once again and we must make them fall. They are our worst
fear. Satan is still sleeping. When his Circus is unleashed, then we will have problems.”
the person to bring something, or someone, inside of the room. The Angel left and came
William M. Hollywood.
DEATH WITH EXCITEMENT
“Of course.” I was astounded that William was standing where he was, stuck in
disbelief by the fact that I was seeing him, when I thought drastically that I would never
“Well, he solves riddles, writes ancient tongues that no other human could have
possibly ever learned by being taught, he can detect spiritual beings, and see them too. He
does not see as many as you do, but still sees them. He will help you with all of the
missions except one. That one is battling Parones on the battlefield of Akeldma. Now
gentlemen, I know you must be tired, so I command you to go to bed and sleep for a little
while and when you wake up, you shall meet with Moses and John. Then, the journey to
“Wait!” I yelled loudly after God had finished speaking. I couldn’t let this boy,
well, he was now a man, leave without hearing what had happened.
“Yes, Gerard?”
“I want to know everything that had happened to me after I left Earth. Even during
my absence from school when I had been in the NEST. Tell me?”
William looked at God. In that look I saw William asking permission to tell the
story about what happened on Earth to me. And in God’s wonderful eyes, I saw that he
“There were a lot of assumptions of where you were during you disappearance
from school. Ideas like food poisoning, cancer, small pox, a car wreck, and even suicide
came from the lips of other students. During your stay in the NEST, Gerard, I became
utterly depressed and began hearing voices. These voices became terrible, horribly
terrible in my sleep. I had nightmares during those three months you had been trapped
“One day, Emily had noticed my peculiar appearance. My eyes held big-black
spots under them and no expression was ever taking place in my heart and even my face. I
had a look, apparently, that suggesting I was off in another world. My heart was numb, I
had no friends, and definitely neither of my parents would help me. My mom never
stopped working and my father always ignores me. So, I was left in my books. I read none
“But, as I read my heart began to ache more. And I never found out where you
were. One day, a week after Emily had asked me what was wrong; she came to me and
asked me if that upcoming Saturday I would like to accompany her to visit you. She
warned me I could in no way tell a single soul about your lodging in the NEST, and I
agreed, obviously.
“I thought these horrible nightmares would one day go away. But, unfortunately,
they did not. Actually, they did quite the opposite. Monsters came to me. Vicious,
bloodthirsty monsters. Eventually, Satan came himself. He tried to win me over. And
almost did. I know you’ve met the Evil before. But, boy he did not look like I had
expected.”
“No, he actually looks like a ring master sometimes. But, his true appearance is
disgusting and I don’t wish to describe it. Ever. What else happened?”
“Well, we visited you. And when you left for good, I mean from your house, it
broke poor Emily’s heart. She went insane because she didn’t see what I saw. She
assumed you did what everyone else think you did. But, I saw it; I saw what happened to
you. No, you didn’t do what they said: you were Transformed. That’s when I realized
Tears came to my eyes as I heard about Emily. I missed her. I missed her so much.
But, I didn’t know why such tears were trying to flow. I guess I felt sorrow for the people
who thought about me still. I knew what had happened to my body because I could make
the assumptions of what happened from the other times I entered the spiritual realm. It
“Yes.”
“How?”
“People say that it was an overdose on some drug. But, they never found any pills
when they did the autopsy. They say you poisoned yourself by drinking cleaning fluids.
But, signs of that strategy were absent from the autopsy too. So, in desperate need of a
cause of death to the school, they said you had a blood clot. I saw the records for your
death though, before I left Earth: they left the cause of death blank. The file was shipped
off to some special medical institute along with your body so their paradox could be
“It won’t.” God spoke smiling, “I remember planning that part out. Thousands and
thousands of doctors and scientists will labor over your body and William’s too. It will go
down in the medical journals and history books as maybe one of the greatest mysteries of
all time. I had fun when I wrote that part in the Book of Life.”
“Emily went insane, but truly insane. She was not the same person, and she lacked
all capability of functioning correctly. Unfortunately, she told me, her and I were
spending time with each other a lot then, not like that, though, Gerard, that she cursed the
name of the Lord and told me that she didn’t believe any more because you suffered so
much and he took your life away out of pity. ‘A real god wouldn’t have pity upon an
individual’, she had said to me angrily one day as we were talking. It broke my heart to
“What happened?” I was on the verge of tears. It almost scared me to see myself
like this. I missed her short body and flowing black hair.
“It’s okay, William. I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I wish I could’ve, but there’s
“True.”
I smiled at him lightly, he reluctantly returned the smile. By this time, my tears
had dried out completely. I had failed to keep the sorrow in my heart where it was.
Instead, it slipped from my fingertips and brushed somewhere below me onto the Earth.
“Did you die from suicide too?” The thought hadn’t struck me once at all during
the process of our conversation. It was should’ve been the first question for me to ask
“I did in the same fashion you did. No scars, no wounds, no blood, and no pills or
poison. My body had been left completely blank. Which was terribly troubling to my
here, I requested that I could witness my funeral. I was hoping I could somehow comfort
the people who were crying. Jack was the only one crying. I think he’s probably still
crying, his soul left off in utter depression wherever he lives now.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“He came to me, told me why I was experiencing these new things, and told me of
the powers I had. The only one that he showed me was the ability to understand weird
languages. He spoke in several different Earthly ones, and a few spiritual. He spoke in the
Ancient Language too. I could hear the foreign words to my ears, and I knew the fact that
they were supposed to be foreign to me. But, they weren’t. I understood every single word
“Yep.”
“Now, Gerard,” God said, turning to me, “did you get all of the information that
you wanted?”
“Yes.” My voice felt shameful for taking up all of this time just to learn more
about her…
“I understand. You loved her and now she’s gone. I feel you’re pain a million
times.”
“I know.”
That was the first time God had hugged me, and all of the sorrow, all of the
mourning for my former lover was lost in His chest. I felt tranquil and at peace.
“Thank you.”
“Your welcome my child. Now go and get some rest.”
I dreamt peacefully, which any person could’ve predicted. I guess things in Heaven such
as nightmares and haunting do not exist because demons and devils are not allowed
When I awoke, I discovered that I happened to be in the same bed in which I had
dreamt and slept in during my last visit to this Holy place. There were paintings on the
walls still. I only ignored them and got dressed in the expensive suit-coat that was placed
upon the foot of my bed. I regretted getting out of the mattress because it was so
comfortable. I wanted to sink into it forever and ever, never to be awoken again.
Unfortunately, I had a meeting to attend with Moses, John the Baptist, and Jesus. They
stand. I still had a long beard on my chin. I decided not to shave it because I liked the
feeling it gave me. Besides, every other guy in this place had a large beard. And, like
every other moment in my life, and like high school, I wanted to fit in. Especially with the
There were more people walking the streets and talking. They were all laughing
and they all looked so incredibly happy. They wore the largest smiles I ever saw. They
were more than ear to ear. This happiness rubbed off on me, but I didn’t smile. I couldn’t
smile. I didn’t feel like smiling. I felt that if I smiled my focus on this upcoming mission
would spill out and I’d get too caught up in my own happiness. I also felt that keeping the
happiness inside of my heart would ruin the feeling. And it was too great to do that.
I walked into the churchlike building which I had been in the day before. This
time there were four chairs seated around a small circular table. The three people were
already seated in three of the four seats. They all were wearing regular t-shirts and jeans.
Except Jesus, he had on the nicest looking suit in which I laid my eyes upon. It seemed to
glow like a bright light and the whiteness of the material shone brighter than any snow.
He smiled, got up, and eagerly shook my hand. Moses, who had long flowing gray hair, a
large beard, and black thick-rimmed glasses, got up and shook my hand. Last, John the
Baptist, got up and instead of shaking my hand, he decided to give me a giant bear hug. I
enjoyed this. He was as I had expected him to be: a little more on the insane side with
disheveled hair. He had the jumpiest eyes I could have ever imagined and a slight stutter.
It sounded as if his words weren’t going as fast as he wanted them to go. Due to these
We talked and talked about regular things. I thought we would have gotten
straight on instructions, but we didn’t. They wanted to know me better as a person; they
already new tons and tons of stuff about me. They just enjoyed my presence. But, I’m
sure I enjoyed theirs more. Especially John the Baptist’s. He was extremely entertaining,
told the funniest jokes, and had a very sarcastic nature. Jesus was more of a gentle, shy
speaker and Moses was openly wise. He gave advice and wisdom which it was
Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle in no way even came close to the wisdom and
experience of these three men. They surprised me with every opinion, every outlook, and
every secret that they told me. There were hidden secrets in the world that could unlock
many things. No one had ever discovered them but these three men. Automatically, after
thirty minutes of talking, these Saints became my best friends.
Finally, William Hollywood came in smiling and with a tired and worn out
expression. He shook the hands of Moses and Jesus, and gave John the Baptist the
unexpected bare hug. Which made him even happier. His eyes lit up like white fire as we
“Now, to business about the Arrows,” Moses said. I had expected him to speak,
seeing how he knew so much. “He used to be a general of Lucifer, actually his lead
general. In the Greek mythology he was the most heroic of the Gods. Actually, they
mistook Apollo for another ‘god’: the the Reaper. The the Reaper was a supreme mage of
Purgotorious. More good than evil. He has always helped us with our struggles against
demons. Twenty years ago, the real the Reaper was created, the first of our seven
generals, and his name was Jonathan Aguado. He was not the old the Reaper, whom only
took on that name for deception, but the first one. He now is an Angel for our army.
“Anyways, Apollo rebelled against Lucifer when he was slowly dying. He took a
third of the Demons with him. At first his goal was to kill the rest of the Human race, all
the remaining demons, and Lucifer himself. Fortunately, the worship he thought he was
receiving from the Greeks got to his head and he started to become the god they had
created. Eventually, he replaced the traits the Greeks had mistaken for the psuedo-the
Reaper and he made himself the god of the Greeks. He controlled and did everything the
mythology says he did. Slowly, his followers were being killed off as he was distracted by
the attention he was receiving. He then began a cycle called the Redemption. He became
a better person. As Lucifer was gaining his power again, he killed off all of the Arrow’s
he would join our side. Fortunately he agreed. But, a tribe of the Arrows still roam the
Earth, and since he is no longer there controller we must send Soldiers to kill them off.
There will be three people: you two and the the Reaper. You, Hollywood, are to be
renamed Wilhelm Hollywood and are now one of the two heavenly Mages. Your powers
have already been granted to you. Gerard, you have already discovered what your mission
is: to kill the Arrows, and stop Satan's Uprising. You, my friend, must kill Parones, the
Horrid Black Dragon. We have your armor for you. John will give you that, and Jesus
will introduce you to Apollo who will help you kill the Arrows. I will go talk with the the
“Now if you will excuse me, I have business to take care of. First you two shall go
meet Apollo. I will see you within the next couple of hours. Good-bye.”
APOLLO’S ARROWS
Apollo laid on his bed silently as we walked through the door frame. His skin was a
reddish brown tint and his room had been dimly lit so his head wouldn’t throb. But, he
was healed. The staff was just too busy to change the atmosphere of the room. Also,
Apollo said that he liked the darkness of the room. It helped him stay calm instead of
getting furious at the very first instant something didn’t appeal to him, like it did while he
was King.
“Are they the two?” Apollo asked. He had a very scratchy and rigged voice. A
result from inhaling the fumes and flames of hell for millions of years. “A Mage and the
Vision?”
“Yes.”
“Hello Gerard. You’re the Vision, I take it. You look like they predicted.”
“Well, the Vision is the person who sees more than even the Angels. The vision is
the third Archangel. The Messenger, the Warrior, and the Vision: Gabriel, Michael, and
you, Gerard. He fights, sees, and speaks every language known to God. Except the Secret
Language. Only you’ll speak that under certain circumstances, such as when you are face
to face with death. I believe you spoke it when you wanted to summon the El Dorado."
“The Golden City?”
“No, it’s the name of the double-bladed sword you have. It was once mine." He
paused for a quick instant. "I will lead you to the mountains and help you fight the
Arrows. Their a vicious breed of demons. I promise you that. As for Parones, I can not
help you. I became what I am because of it. My arm was torn off, and my skull bashed in
from the monster. The only reason I survived was because of Michael. He saved me, but
didn’t he have enough strength to slay Parones. It is prophesized that only the Vision can
save us from that black fate. Now, I am giving you my old armor, not the beat up one that
I faced Parones with but the armor I stole from Lucifer. It’s in the closet.”
John the Baptist disappeared and came back with golden armor. There were
ancient hieroglyphics written on it. It said “Then he broke the arrows, the shields and the
swords, the weapons of war.” It was from a verse in Psalms. I took it, it was light. What
made it even for of a perfect armor was that there was also chain mail inside of it. Also, it
was lighter than the suit I was wearing. Wilhelm looked at me in an amazed fashion. He
was a little bit envious, but not enough to be sinful for he knew his share of treasure
“Now, Wilhelm you are one of the two supreme mages. The twp mages are the the
Reaper, and Juggernaut. You are the Juggernaut. Being Juggernaut means you have
extreme fighting abilities, but are also extremely intelligent. In the prophecies it is said
that the Juggernaut will cause the slaughter of the sinners in the Council. This means all
the bishops and other Holy people that claim to be holy, you will slaughter. You and the
the Reaper will destroy the 'Nations', but not Jerusalem. Christ must be saved for that.
“the Reaper shall arrive here any moment, I will get ready to accompany Gerard to
mountains. We must transport to the foothills and climb up the way into the cave of
Lazarus, where miles within dwell the Arrows. I will have John direct you to the Hades,
“The Olympians, soldiers of the Mages. They are mercenaries that you will use to
“Okay.”
In a moment’s notice they disappeared. They had apparently gone to find the the
Reaper. Then after the preparations of armor and swords, they would leave Heaven to go
to Earth, and kill off the evil. Jesus talked with me for an hour or so until Apollo was
clean and ready to show me the way. He wore dull armor with a quiver tied to his back.
He resembled exactly what the Greek depictions of him were. I started to wonder how
this man was once called a pagan god, or even part of Satan’s army at one time. He was
“I’m just Apollo. I recently became part of this realm. I'm glad I did too.
entered the machine, there were millions of buttons. Being the child I am I had a very,
very strong desire to press every single one. Apollo gave me a stern look that told me not
to press anything unless instructed to. Unfortunately, he didn’t instruct me to press any of
the buttons, pull any of the levers, or move any other scanners.
Apollo told me that this was a teleporting device that they used to get to specific
and precise areas. You would enter in the precise degrees of the longitude, then the
precise degree of the latitude. After that you typed in the name of the place, in case you
messed up with the coordinates, hit the big red button, and pulled the third lever to the
left that had a golden handle. When Apollo did this, my membrane completely came apart
and I went through the same wormhole in which had gotten me to Heaven with Michael.
My brain compressed then started to swivel on a single pole. Every cell in my body was
We appeared in a mountain that had black snow on it. I immediately knew what
we were on and where we were: where God had appeared to Moses. I automatically got
excited and anxious. My blood started flowing faster and faster. My hands were shaking
We walked and walked. The clouds were dark and slowly it started to rain. The
armor on our backs were still extremely light, causing us to feel every drop that fell onto
our bodies -annoying us eventually. I wanted it to stop raining. But, I was told that in
these mountains, every since Moses saw God, it rained twenty-three hours a day.
Apparently, we were lucky and had gotten to the mountain right when it started to rain
because the hour that it was not raining, the cannibalistic natives would come out and
would’ve tried to kill us. We could’ve taken them easily, it’s just that we didn’t want to
waste our energy. There were no wildlife on the mountains whatsoever, which made me
wonder how the natives lived. Then I remembered that they probably ate the oldest people
because of their cannibalistic nature. I saw one of the natives as I walked by a small cave.
They had green eyes, their skin was paler than the clear moon light, and they had sharp
“They are vampires. A Israelite vampire that can’t come out during the rain. If it
does it melts away almost instantly. I saw one last time I was here come out and try to
attack me: it set up in flames and poured blood across the ground. Creepiest thing I’ve
ever seen, and I’ve seen some scary stuff in my past years.”
“Blood begins flowing from where their teeth marks are, then the bites swells up,
and turns black. Then your eyes turn green like theirs, your skin starts to whiten, and you
“Because everything else is dead. It’s all shot; like a zombie or something. But,
unlike a zombie, you can think, have motor skills, and actually talk. But, when you talk
it’s like a slurring language. I believing this particular tribe has created their on kind of
dialect. I’ve heard it before. It’s like Mayan meets French. Oddest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Dracula wasn’t even a vampire. He was a demon. He was put on Earth to take
out Romania. Vampires aren’t immortal, and they certainly can’t only be killed by a
wooden stake. One bullet to the brain will kill them in a heartbeat. Bram Stoker was a
little on the crazy side if you know what I mean. His mummy story was the only horror
fiction he every wrote that was one-hundred percent truth. You’ll be surprised how many
writers were wrong about monsters and gods. The only person who had almsot no errors
whatsoever was H.P. Lovecraft. That guy knew his stuff. Cthulhu did exist, but has been
asleep for millions of years and will with age. We don't need to worry about killing him,
He haunts people’s dreams though. You’ve probably seen him dozens of times. He likes
to pick on the people who can see into the spiritual realm. Lovecraft saw almost as much
as you’ve seen. But, there is the fact that you’ve been to Heaven.”
“Yea, me too.”
“How do you know all of this information? I mean you just recently became part
“Remember, I was part of my own army for one thousand years, I learned tons of
secrets that only the Mages, the Archangels, the Council, and God himself know. I also
read a lot."
“Here we are.”
We stopped and a wide open cave. There was the smell of coal burning, the sound
of people chanting, and sight of little flames. We walked down the cave. Quickly, the
sound of the chants grew louder. That tingling feeling came back. I saw snakes and
spiders once again. The skinless monsters were on the walls, waiting to attack me. I took
approximately fifteen steps into the cave when three demons jumped out and tried to grab
me. I pulled out the sword. Instantly, I clicked the two parts together and took stance to
You will pursue your enemies with the sword. The voice rang inside my head. It
was His voice. His holiness gave me courage. I felt my heart burn with passion, my head
grew heavier and sweat poured down my face as I slashed the blade. The first slice didn’t
do anything. The second pierced some of the demon's scales, but the third split its gut
open and its intestines spilled across the floor. Rats poured out from the cracks in the
walls and started eating the guts. A disgusting perfume filled the air. Apollo vomited
behind all of this. He was watching, hoping he wouldn’t have to fight. I went up against
another monster. It’s tentacles wrapped around my waist. I felt my blood stop.
Quickly, I slit hundred of tentacles, covering my golden armor in black blood, and
slit it’s throat (the only place in which there were no scales.) More of these creatures
came out. I looked over at Apollo, he nodded to me and shut the gate of his helmet. We
both started screaming, cutting the creatures that were around us to pieces. Dead or not,
there were no exceptions. I would’ve died if it wasn’t for how light that suit was. We
started cutting through the lines and lines of monsters that blocked our ways.
I screamed in the Secret Language and a blast of white fire like chemicals came
from my mouth. All of the monster’s melted away. Their faces became distorted as I
heard their cries. My ears started bleeding because of how high-pitched their screeches
were. The scales on their bodies started to peel and it was almost impossible to watch.
The smell became even worse. I covered my face with my wings; Apollo opened his
mask and puked into the corpses that laid scattered across the floor. There were three
more explosions after the first. My tongue was hot from the flaming chemical that I had
spat out. More of the monsters started to decay. Then the rats fell out of the cracks, burnt
like toast. After the rats, there were bats, cockroaches, ancient birds, and a few of the
Israelite Vampires falling out of cracks and holes. I stared at Apollo, confused at what
had just happened. He shrugged, then leaned to the side and puked again. He had no idea
“Definitely.”
We kicked the bodies to the side a walked past. The monsters, and sometimes rats,
were too big to kick aside. We resulted to stepping over the bodies. There were no
problems at all for about a mile. Then we had to decide which way to go, right or left. We
discovered on the walls large lettering that read “the angels cry to the East. And we must
not go with them.” The engravings meant to go to through the passageway that pointed
West. Thank God Apollo knew directions better than any other being, otherwise we
There were more bones. We could hear the scurrying of the rats within the walls.
It disgusted me terribly. I wanted to leave. But, the farther we walked the better I heard
the chant of the Arrows. Sometimes their chants would get loud, then extremely soft. It
felt as if they were trying to play with our minds; it was actually the acoustics and the way
sound waves would bounce off the walls. Their voices were low and eery. The tongue
they spoke was foreign to me. But, Apollo comprehended the words they said. I would’ve
easily had been dead if it wasn’t for him and his weak stomach.
The gassy feeling in the air, and the scent of demons still lingered into our
nostrils. It was only the burning of corpses behind us. I had the same supernatural
feelingI always get when I see these monsters or after I wake up from a nightmare. Bit,
unlike those times, I had courage. I could take on the world or any other threat. I felt like
a king. I quickly shrunk my self-esteem. My selfishness would easily get me killed.
“No.”
now came one hundred and fifty Angel Soldiers. They had long blades in there hands, and
shields in their other fists. They were black armor. The color of their uniforms combined
with the walls. Their wings had also transformed into a black color. The only way you
could know they were present was if you listened extremely closely, or they had the gate
Someone came up front and took his helmet off. It was Michael, the Archangel.
Upon his breastplate was the symbol of the seven star: two sevens connecting with an eye
in the middle. All angelic leaders were commanded to wear this embelem when in
combat.
me it’s Gerard. I am just another commander. If anything, I should be calling you ‘sir':
You’ve been in the force longer than I have. What’s it been three billion years?”
“Four.”
“Sorry.”
We laughed and got our swords together. We marched on. Miraculously, our
boots didn’t make a single sound. We swept through the halls quickly with more pride
than ever before. It was within a time-span of approximately five to six minutes before
we appeared in the middle of the Arrows' campfire. There were only about one hundred
of them. Their hoods were off their heads. Their faces looked like plastic mannequins.
Their eyes were like that of a cat’s. The pupil was vertical and pitch black. The eye
surrounded the pupil was a glowing dark red. Looking into their eyes made a soul tremble
out of pure fear. Our fear was inevitable. My lungs contracted as I stared into their eyes,
my forehead started to sweat profusely, causing my hair to stick to it. Apollo was
perfectly at ease. Breathing in sync with the rhythmic beat of his heart. The soldiers
behind him and Michael was calm too. It was only I who was scared. I was a coward.
The moment the Arrows saw us, they aligned in twenty perfect rows. Not even the
most organized of armies could’ve assembled as quickly, swiftly, gently, and as quietly as
these creatures did. Their hoods were up as they aligned within a matter of a minute. In
the front were the creatures who wore red armor. It matched mine. But it was not bearing
the symbol of the Seven Star. Their language was in fact not a Holy or Divine tongue but
that of the Greek. They spoke in which their original master had told them to speak in.
Their tongues hissed like snakes. Giving them their demonic backgrounds a more obvious
appearance. A seven foot Arrow came to the front of the army. He had his hood down,
wore black armor that matched that of the night's, and snarled with every step.
Without saying a single word, Apollo grabbed the Arrow by the neck and pushed
him up against the wall. The creature’s snarl diminished and went away. Its sword clinked
against the ground, and rang throughout the cave after Apollo sliced off its belt. It was left
weaponless. Michael whispered in my ear that Arrows can no longer do magic now that
“What?!”
Identities switched.
In my ear, Michael whispered that there were two the Reapers. One evil, one
good. This one was the only evil one to ever exist and has never been killed. He was not
originally an Arrow, but after being adopted as lead general by Apollo, he joined forces.
He really never was a the Reaper - he gave himself that name. After Apollo fell, this the
Reaper took over and this unfortunately took away all the magical powers of his armor.
Oh, I replied.
“It’s you’re turn to die. You’ve shed enough blood, Caius. You’re throat deserves
to be cut. But, first, oh Corpse, I have something for you to give me.”
“Oh God. You want the original manuscripts don’t you?”
“Follow me.”
“I know, it is our time to fall. We will go with out a fight,” He looked around the
We walked into another random hall that had just spontaneously appeared out of
the walls of the cave. I had no idea what was going on. I was getting more and more
confused. We were then in a room with thousands and thousands of demotic texts. The
Shadowian Texts, The Constantine, and even the horrid mythical text of the
Necrimonicon was sitting upon the shelves. Caius walked up to a shelf with a large heap
of parchment tied together. I learned later the string tied together was made out of the
“You’re welcome, father. I have always respected you. But, before I die, I have a
question.”
“Yes.”
“What’s it called?”
“The lowest scums of Hell. That was the floor I ran, remember?"
The blood of Caius smeared across the floor. It was black like his armor. On the
creatures face was a look of sorrow. A tear dropped down it’s cheek as the creature
crumpled to the ground. I felt pity for the creature. How could it know its own death and
take it so willingly?
kill all my soldiers when I was done with them. I am done with them,” Apollo told me
solemnly. “But, it pained me to kill my own son, especially, slit its own throat. “
“I'm so sorry.”
Our blades easily slit the bellies and guts and throats of most Arrows. The
prophecy written by Apollo was being fulfilled. But, the ones that would not die did give
us a good fight. Our swords clashed, but through sheer frustration, Apollo set the entire
room on fire by throwing an object in which I had never seen before into the fire that was
“He didn’t know that one day I would return to my own army and slaughter them
myself. He doesn’t know the secrets of Hades. Only Zeus and I do. But, during my
obsession of being the Greek god my name was given to, I killed Zeus and Athena.
“It’s a set of holy poems named Zion's Ending. They prophesize what Satan's
attempt to regain world power will be like. From what I’ve read, we’re up to poem IV.”
THE CONFERENCE & THE GIVING
The poems, Zion's Ending, were written by the Greek God Zeus. He was surprisingly an
Angelic prophet. But, unlike Apollo, he was never associated with the Evil Army of
Satan. Zeus has always been a light bearer, was in fact never like the Greeks depicted him
Apollo had said, was written as the prophecy to Satan's attempt to regain power, or what
was called 'the Unplanned Apocalypse'. No one ever thought it was actually going to
happen someday, excluding God and Zeus themselves. Apollo was wrong, we had just
finished filling the foretelling of poem three and were entering poem four. As we read
each of the poems, they got more and more violent. After a while, I could not even
imagine what this man was writing about and just listened to what Moses and God told
me.
“As always."
The room we were sitting in was the same one I had originally met God in: the big
room with no doors, the huge bookshelf, and the long meeting table. But, this time, Zion's
Ending was sitting on the table which had been changed to a smaller coffee table with
I smelled the smell of a cigarette. It was Apollo. So, it’s not a sin, I thought to
myself.
“Everyone does.” God said as he slowly flipped through the manuscripts of the
poems, not even looking up at me-but, I saw him smile. In the back there was translation
of the poems in the ancient language. “Ah, here we go, the original texts.”
“No, there’s just a few metaphors in the English translation that are somewhat less
understandable to me. The Holy Language is a lot more clearer to myself, especially when
written by Zeus. He seems to have a perfect structure to explain every little detail in the
“Why not?”
“For pure entertainment.” God shrugged and pointed out a symbol to Moses, the
John the Baptist, then the Juggernaut, then me. “Do you men know what that is? I only
“Neither have I.” I was surprised at Moses. He seemed to know everything. But,
knowing that he didn’t know something made it somewhat more impressive. He was, in
fact, human.
“Gerard?”
“Of course you do, your God.” Wilhelm chuckled. “It’s simple. It’s an old
equation. The explanation of how to build your own black hole. That star right there
means build a large amount of energy, but then the writer added a ring around it, which
means that it has to be the energy of Ra, the Egyptian sun god. But, Zeus put brackets
around both the star and ring, which means ‘Ra’ is actually you, God. Which will make
the building of the black hole a tiny bit easier, since we do not have to pursue the actual
Ra. Then, next to this picture, he drew a broken clock. Even an idiot would know that the
clock is a symbol for breaking time. So we must use Einstein’s theory of Relativity.
Which was a divine idea giving to Einstein by you. Then we must take the large amount
of energy, fuse it with the bending of time so we are able to fast forward time so quickly
that within a matter of seconds the energy ages, its mass builds up, and then collapses. Of
course, causing a black hole. Now, below the black hole, I know only God can see it
because it is only visible to him, and I, The Juggernaut, there is a picture of the Seven
Star. Which is a command that we must save use this Black Hole to descend into the pits
of hell and fight Lucifer's demons while the Vision battles His Evil face-to-face."
When Wilhelm finished with explaining about the different characters in this
ancient equation/riddle, John the Reaper walked into the room. He had long, long black
hair that went past his shoulder and down to his chest. He did not have a beard like the
rest of us. His cloak was thick and black. It stuck to his body tightly, making him look
muscular and strong. He had dark red eyes, which reminded me of Apollo's, who was
sleeping off the mourning of his son. He had long, bony wings that looked as if made of
metal. The tips were as sharp as knives. He didn’t smile at all when he walked into the
room. It looked like he had been through millions and millions of years of misery in his
“Hello, John.”
“Hello, God.” His voice was deep and rigged, like that
of Caius's. His words cut the air like knives, and dazzled his sentences to make a fancy,
intellectual statement. He seemed so much different than all of the other soldiers. In his
eyes there was a flame of knowledge, and behind that knowledge there was a cold river
running through and below the flames. This river showed the things he knew, shared all
of his deepest and darkest secrets, and reflected the sinful nature of the being looking
down into the waters of that river. “Hello, Juggernaut, Vision, and Moses. Did the fight
go well?”
“All too easily, my friend.” Juggernaut smiled as John sat down in the chair next
to him. They looked like brothers. The only difference were their eyes and Wilhelm was
now the proud owner of a big bushy beard. Wilhelm’s wings, which I had just recently
noticed, were the exact same metallic luster that the the Reaper had, which must’ve
symbolized that they were the two Divine Mages of the Heavens. They should’ve just had
a scar upon their heads like I had gotten from the bathroom in the NEST. It would’ve
been a lot easier to notify who they were. “When do we leave from here to go to retrieve
the Olympians?”
“This.” God got up and opened a door that was painted perfectly in order to blend
in with the walls so it could not be seen with regular eyes, or by divine eyes. It would
have to be pointed out to the person it was there. Otherwise, you would’ve never have
even noticed that there was a door in the middl of the wall. The handle was invisible, but
also there was magic placed upon it so that if you bumped into it, you would’ve never felt
or noticed its existence the slightest bit. In the closet were seven pair of white suits of
armor. There were shields with seven stars on each forming a circle. On the belt of each
suit was a sword, except for one. That one there was no weapon, no shield, or anything
like that. Under every other situation like this, my gifts or whatever I received, were
different so I knew the armor with the missing weapons and shields was automatically
mine. The carving of its chest, and legs structure slightly differed from everyone else’s
“Everyone, grab the armor with your name and take the weapons to.”
Sure enough, the set of armor that said ‘the Vision’ was indeed mine. I took it.
Out of all the other suits, mine was the lightest and swiftest. On the inside was velvet
“Now, you must go to the caves behind Mount Olympus, and find the Olympians,
living next to the deepest and biggest mountain. They do not live in a home for they hate
darkness. Which, makes this mission easier for you two. But, there are dragons in which
surround their village, make sure no comes out, or goes in. You will need these sharps
swords, new armor, and secure helmets,” I didn’t get a helmet either. “to defeat these
creatures. There have been thousands of men that have died while entering these caves.
But, then again here is the exception that the only thing you have left of your human life
is the fact that while on Earth you still sinned from time to time. These creatures are
vicious, but, nowhere near as vicious as Parones. Now, you, Gerard, will have to gather
“Zombies?”
“Yes.”
‘The best way to kill Zombies: guns. But, we have an unlimited amount of
supplies.”
“Sick.”
“So do I.”
“Now, Wilhelm and Jon, you may depart for you’re recruiting. The best of luck to
you both.”
“Thank you.”
A man, Gabriel, came in the room and whispered something into God’s ear. He
smiled and nodded his head with a relieved expression. “Never mind, Gerard, Apollo has
already gathered the army and is waiting for you at the gates. You will walk to
Massachusetts and destroy these things. I have been told also that the Great Ones will
help you."
“Yes.”
“They’re real?”
Apollo was indeed, waiting for my presence at the gates with the same Army we
had fought side by side with against the Arrow’s. Michael was there too. Which made me
even more delighted. There was a bond between the three Archangels, we were all
“Well, I got permission to visit someone before we must attack the city.”
“Who is that?” I had no clue of who I could’ve visited down there. I had cut all
connections.
“...NO...”
I forget. How did I forget? I had loved her. I wondered if she changed. I wondered
if she still loved me. I wondered what happened to my body after I left. Did I disappear?
Did I fade away? I don’t know. What happened to the other when they became saints?
They died.
Was I dead?
transportation, but this time we jumped down from the clouds and soared to the ground
below. I felt the wind in the sky brush pass my face. Everything felt great. My hair
flowed, but not into my eyes. I saw the birds fly next to me. I petted the pelicans. They
rubbed their beaks onto my hand. Their beaks, their necks, the flaps on their necks felt
like that of a snake’s. Not the scaly, warm, disgusting kind, but the smooth, in some parts
and out of my vision. The breeze from the flapping of their humongous wings blew into
my face. And my heart jumped. This was life. This was more than life.
I am the Reaper, the dreamer and destroyer of all things. Death some call it. But, these
descriptions are that of a extremely Holy manner. I do not kill and slaughter for that of
irony in itself, once you think about its philosophical outlining and theological interior.
meat. But, when I looked into my companion’s eyes, I saw no fear. I saw confidence and
pride. That of a true Mage. We locked eyes then lifted our hoods up, slowly and gently
striding through the trees. Our footsteps were magic, our breaths were silence. No noise
The dragons swarmed closer, and closer. The breeze from their wings could
barely be felt upon our cheeks. It was warm from their fiery breath. Little tiny sparks fell
to the ground, it was raining again. But, heat poured onto the trees as it sensed our
blood. Its eyes darkened with a deep black passion. Escaping was impossible. And death
was highly probable. We ran faster, attempting in vain to escape the dragons. There was
The Juggernaut swung out his blade, ready to cut throats, thighs, and drink blood.
One charged at him. He jumped higher than any leopard or rabbit could even fathom of
leaping, and miraculously dodged the flame. There were deadly fumes around. We
tightened our hoods, closed up our lungs, and pulled the masks of our helmets down just
to keep the intoxication of the fumes out of our lungs. I had no sword. For a staff was all
I sent twirling blue fire against the black fire of an almost black dragon. Only one
dragon could be black. The fire sat there and battled between itself like a child of which
toy to take and which one to leave, crying in the shadows. The flame was sent back into
the door of the dragons throat, followed by its blue, unwelcome visitor. It burnt its
tongue, uvula, and tonsils. I sent a spell towards its belly and the damage done was
worse than that of thousands and thousands and thousands of swords. It’s guts poured
out like rain. Red, blue, and black organs swarmed in a heap, then blood poured on top
of them. It was hands down the most gruesome sight I have ever seen. And I have seen the
Slaughter of the Innocent, the Genocide of the Chosen, and the Assassination of the
Greats. I am the the Reaper, I have seen all blood and gore. For I am the destroyer of all
things, death.
Wilhelm was slashing his blade. The way he did it was pure beauty. No man could
twist and turn with such grace, such perfection. His wrist snapped ad shut, bringing
down the blade quickly onto the teeth of a dragon as its fangs attempted to gnash at his
body. The blade sent sparks, raining electricity burning onto the grass below him. It was
amazing how focused he was. He swung up its legs, up its spine, and on to the top of its
skull. The dragon attempted to bite him, only left to chew the flesh of its bone. There was
nothing there after each attempt. He drilled the blade on top of its skull, and then sucked
it out. I could hear the blade being removed from the brain. The dragon's eyes exploded
and its body crumpled. Its pathetic corpse laid there, blood pouring out like a river.
The third and final dragon ran toward us, spitting flames around us. But, never
actually hitting us. He liked his meat fresh, not cooked. Our blades cut through its belly,
down its tail, and slipped off of its scaly body in a magical quickness. Our movements
were simultaneous to each other: he spun when I spun, he slashed when I slashed, he
brought his blade down when I brought my blade down. We were breathing heavily. In
and out. In and Out. In and Out. The beast fell face forward onto the ground, screaming
for mercy. I showed no mercy. I sent green sparks into its mouth, causing no breath to
come out. We burned their corpses, so other humans would not find it. The smell of theri
burning flesh was revolting, but the taste of it was oh so good. We devoured an entire leg
each. Leaving only the tendons behind, we decided to use the veins for arrow lines. We
twisted them with several other veins, stuck them together with a spell, and pulled them
taught over the fire. Causing it to never break under any circumstances whatsoever. We
the strung up the veins onto our bows, tested them by shooting a few blue-jays, decided
that they were indeed the exact strength that was needed: not too strong or too tight. We
walked through the mountainous crevices. Being careful not to be eaten by the beasts, the
cannibalistic monsters.
“I just...was.”
“I cast spells, the magician some will call me. I prefer the Reaper. It’s a more
powerful, majestic name. Basically, I do everything you don’t and you do everything I
don’t. Hence why there must be two Mages. If there was one, someone would be lacking
certain powers, then the world would be in even more chaos. The sky would be filled with
darkness and more dragons would fly. And if we had three mages, one would no doubt
get in his head that he was more powerful that both the the Reaper and the Juggernaut,
then would attempt to over throw both of us. There used to be three Mages. The the
Reaper. The Priest, and the Juggernaut. The priest was the son of Apollo, and tried to
overthrow us, like I had just told you. He was cast down into hell by the Council. He then
joined his father’s army when Apollo arose to supreme king. Then, after Apollo nearly
died from Parones, The Priest came above and called himself the Reaper. There is a
legend that there will be another Priest some day. Some think it will be this man from
correctly. ‘He Sings Truth to students.’ The Truth is of course preaching the Word of
God. He gives divine proof to the priests below unknowingly. While he was in the NEST,
Priests watched him closely. Every word he said was written down. It was not an insane
asylum, but was secretly a monastery. This monastery was for only the most divine of
prophets. During Gerard’s stay there, these Prophets learned more about demons and
nightmares more than any other source of person had ever given them. There is also a
legend that both the Reaper, and Juggernaut will one day die, then the Priest, or in this
case the Vision, will take over and he will become what is called Supreme Priest. He will
“Gerard.”
“What?”
“Remember, no such things as last names exist now. He has had all human ties
cut off from him and has become Divine. You are no longer William M Hollywood, you
“Jon Aguado.” I sped up. My past was not to be talked about. Back when I was
human, I was a shameful man. A sinner. I was ashamed of being mortal, like every person
We heard chanting. They were singing, packing for the journey ahead of them.
Which was actually quite short. We would just fly back up to heaven then get ready for
yet ANOTHER battle. I joined in on the song:
I heard a thud; Wilhelm was on the ground bleeding. A long sword pierced
through his gut, blood soaking my shoe. He looked up at me, trembling. Behind him was
a tall, muscular man. It was His Evil. There was no way. I swung my fists at his head. His
head snapped back, and I heard the bones crack one by one. Dirt went up in a cloud as
he fell to the Earth. From side to side, the Olympians shot arrows. But, luckily, not at me,
at Him. They pierced his side. The only movement he made was when the jolt of a
speeding arrow hit him in the side. Then he lay perfectly still.
It was pointless. All hope was pointless. Gerard was crying on the ground, curled up into
a ball. Over the next hour or so, he would fall asleep, wake up screaming, fall asleep.
Wake up screaming.
“Why?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.
“I was fulfilling the prophecy. I had to let it happen. This won’t end unless we
“No, I can’t.”
“Why not?”
"And I’m Ruler of Olympus, Ruler of Purgotorious, blah blah blah Etc. Etc Etc.”
The screams came from every direction. Right, left, up and down. I saw the dead walking,
their flesh decayed. It was easy to kill them. Our guns exploded their heads apart right
and left. It was the smell that was unbearable. Why was it that every monster that seemed
to have existed smelled like the most disgusting and revolting stench possible? Every
time I killed a monster, every time I had smelled something even worse than the last one.
And by glancing into the Reaper’s eyes, I would hate to see what he had smelled in his
These things attempted to bite me. But, I shot their brains out and I saw angels
doing the same. I had never expected to see divine creatures shooting guns, and reloading
them in seconds. I always expected these Angels to use holy language and just stare at
their enemies. But, as I shot at zombies, watching their heads blow off and trying to
endure this horrific smell, I realized that everything I had experienced about the spiritual
realm was nothing at all like I had predicted. It surpassed my expectations completely and
surprised me greatly.
Bullets surrounded the atmosphere as gunpowder rained out of their barrels. And
shots were heard around the city as Angels shot down armies of zombies. I couldn’t help
but wonder what this looked like in the physical realm. I was sure there wasn’t really
angels fighting on earth and that zombies weren’t actually walking around the city,
But, I was mistaken. I looked at the televisions in store windows, and on the
appearance but we were still ripping zombies apart viciously with bullets. The screen
showed the walking dead being shot down in attempts to bite humans. I was astonished of
how real everything had become. This was happening. Again, God had surpassed my
started slaughtering these things by the hundreds. But, that wasn’t fast enough. They kept
coming and coming and coming and coming. Michael came up to me in his glowing,
white armor.
“Vision, we have a request. There is no way we can do this with just guns. We
“You have my permission. But, you can only do it once every person is out of this
city.”
“What?
“I’m an archangel, just like you. You are equal to me, and I am equal to you;
therefore, you will not call me sir. If any one should be called sir, it is you. Got it?”
“Why me?”
“Because you were here before me, and you have more power than I do. Now,
Michael, we do not have time for this chat. We must get these citizens out of this city.”
“Easy, chariots.”
Chariots of fire came flying down out of the sky. They were long and huge.
Engulfed in flames on the outside, but cold and comforting on the inside. Swiftly, quickly
and gently the chariot softly landed onto the ground. They were pulled by large, beautiful
centaurs. Their flowing black hair making it comfortable to ride. I didn’t even want to
know what these chariots looked like in the physical world because there was no way they
were nearly as beautiful and majestic and poetic as this. I ordered people by the hundreds
to get in the chariots. After he each one was filled with as many people as possible, they
sped through the air, still on the ground, and out of the city. While us three archangels
filled the chariots up, the rest of the soldiers continued on slaughtering the zombies by the
thousands. Never once did I see an angels get hurt. They were the best marksman . Not a
We flew up into the clouds and ready the flames. We took one last look at the
infested city. Michael had been right, we could not have done this with just guns. But, by
burning the city down, we could. Every inch of every street was infested with these
creatures. They were swarming like ants around dead bodies. I looked at Michael and
nodded.
We poured the flames out of big golden cups. Slowly, flames went from body to
body, to buildings. Then the smell turned into decaying, burning flesh. But, because of
how high up in the sky we were, the smell was like burning roses. It was odd, but
beautifully poetic. I was smiling. Trees caught on fire, engulfing the city even more in
flames. I was happy to have conquered this feat. When I looked over at Michael, he was
nodding and smiling, his eyes reflecting the flames from below. And in this moment of
complete under chaos as we were burning the city to the ground, with hot powerful
flames, there was complete silence. Not even the wind blew.
“Great job.”
“Thank you.” He put his arm around Michael and me and I could feel him
smiling. It was so peaceful because no one was dying. “Was this in the poems?
“Maybe.”
“Oh."
“Speaking of the poems…I have something to tell you about them. Lets go.”
He spoke these words and breathed across the city. With one breathe every flame
was extinguished. We saw the burnt remains of bodies, trees, and buildings. But, the
burning smell of roses still surrounded the atmosphere. He took his hand and rose it
slowly from his waist to above his head. Before our eyes the trees were growing,
buildings were being rebuilt and the rodes repaved. It was like he was fast forwarding
time, or reversing it. With one single swift movement of his hand the entire city was
He turned his back and we descended into Heaven, “Thank you, Gerard.”
SCIENCE REBORN
The room was a normal room, so we didn’t notice its significance because it had no
significance. It was just a room. Nothing more and nothing less. God sat us down: the the
Reaper, Moses, John the Baptist, and I, to give us more information about the poems. We
thought we knew everything, and of course Juggernaut probably had known everything,
“No.”
“Oh.”
We sat in silence, wondering why God had called us all together to tell us
something so urgently. It was silence. Not the beautiful, poetic silence in which we heard
during the burning of the city, but the awkward ugly silence that everyone hated to sit
“As you know,” if a regular person, God would’ve cleared his throat either before
or after he said these three words; but, he did not need to because he was a divine being,
The Divine Being, and once he said something, all ears were listening. “Zion's Ending is
a set of thirteen apocalyptic, prophetic poems written by Zeus, a.k.a me. You had learned
that these poems were the foretelling of an unplanned apocalypse. But, they aren’t. They
are completely fake and wrong. Only the first five are accurate. I had created these poems
to deceive the enemy. So he could get his hands on the knowledge of our plans. The
poems in which are true, have been fulfilled and the rest are lies. These are not your
conception of lies, but a diversion so we may descend quickly into the deepest pits of hell
and destroy Parones. The murdering, or slaughtering-what ever you shall call it-of our
dear friend Wilhelm Hollywood was planned as to teach you that even in this realm,
He sat silently.
“Oh.”
“Now never mind you current news, hears a new headline: Gerard, John, and John
the Baptist, you shall gather together and create the portal to the staircase to descend into
hell. Moses, Jesus, and the rest of the Council will assemble and pray over this situation.
Well, not nescarily pray, but give our blessing over it. Now you should know how to
“Yes, build up a mass of your energy so large that it collapses, break time, well
more of mend it into a circular pattern, and combine these two matters and of course fall
into it.”
“Yes, I know.”
I learned that we needed to build this hole in a void, the biggest void in space we
could find. The void lying within the constellation of Eradinus. It was so obvious, I read
about it somewhere in a magazine. Of course, the trip to get the destination was just
When we got to the void, I could feel the emptiness and vastness of nothing. I was
astonished by how simple, yet complicated, this thing was. I wondered if God had made
this specific void for the creation of this portal. He did indeed think ahead. To the end
Before my eyes, the the Reaper was twirling matter, or the absence of matter, into
hydrogen. That hydrogen swirled like a cloud of mist. The heat of the hydrogen slowly
became brighter and brighter. All of a sudden the molecules were speeding up, fusing
with each other. Due to the ballistic collision of these molecules, atoms of helium were
created. the Reaper sped up the creation of this star by muttering words of the a secret
language only know to the Mages. I would've attempted to write what he had said down,
but the words were so beautiful and magnificent that writing the sentences he spoke down
He took in a deep breathe, and slowly breathed out a bluish flame. The flames
wrapped around the star. This made the mass of the star bigger somehow. I marveled at
the magic I was seeing. The void started to fill up with the star. Forcing us to move
backwards.
John the Baptist took out a golden pocket watch, looking at me while smiling. He
knew I was wondering what he would do with this watch. I expected a magical
transformation, or the thing to mysteriously melt itself into time. But, as always, these
events surprised me once again: John raised his fist and simply broke the clock. The glass
shattered and pieces flew everywhere. When the glass hit the atmosphere of this void, of
nothing, it dissolved into nothing itself, disappearing into the vast nothingness of space.
Out of the watch poured a gold river of time. The time was broken, as it was supposed to
be, and John started twirling his hands into circles, grabbing the time and making it an
irreversible oval of broken time. I felt the magic in the void. This was exactly like a
science-fiction novel and it was entertaining. Then the Reaper and John took the star and
the time and mixed it. John stretched time around the star repeatedly and started pulling
on it tightly. It looked as if a giant gold python was surrounding the ball of hydrogen and
helium, choking it to death. The light started to scatter the harder John pulled on the star.
I could see it trying to grasp a sense of time, but time was being bent and was warping the
sunshine into the vast void. The star started bulging and wanted to stay in the period of
time where it could sit there and shine. But, it was forced against its will to morph into
“How?”
screamed the prophecy that was to be fulfilled: “Hold back the blood of time, and bring
forth utter chaos to bend reality. Create anarchy in the forces of science and make this
unspeakable to future scientists who can only dream of this occurrence. Father Time,
create this matter into a void so dark and deep that we can destroy the regular occurrences
of nature, and descend into the gates of Hell to fulfill your will. In Jesus’ name we pray,
amen.”
had become what the legend wanted me to be. I had transformed from the Vision, to
We watched the commencing of the star’s death. It was starting to be ripped apart
faster and more easily. I could feel the mass suck in the void and they became one
beautiful object. This made me think of Zen. The energy sucked in all matter and all
absence of matter, but us. We sat and breathed easily. Well, mine was a little disheveled
to the fact I was witnessing the collapsing of a star right before my eyes. The light shone
brighter than it was before the collapsing began, it was almost blinding. But, for some
magical, mysterious reason our eyes were not damaged by the rays of light being scattered
across this void. And then it finished. The black hole pulled in all sense of time and space
into the mixture of the void and the collapsing star. I could feel the mass building up, then
diminishing. When time started to be pulled into the center of this thing, I lost all sense of
it and any type of thought whatsoever ran out of my mind. I could not think except for the
instincts human nature blessed me with like vomiting and murdering. Luckily, my
instincts decided not to kick in the situation, or it would’ve been only more chaotic than it
really was. Which would unfortunately result in death. And we didn’t want to have
anything to do with that horrible wretched evil word, person, or idea.
“Gather around my children, for we need to put our blessing upon this situation.”
We sat around the table. Our hands were folded, this was the first time we had
been able to pray with all of us together at once. It felt like a homecoming dance.
“Let us pray my dear children, or bless, whatever you shall call it:
“I, the Father of Life, give my blessing upon all of these warriors in which stand
here today, desiring victory over the black dragon and his evil master. We know the
thoughts that will run through these children’s heads will be sinful and tempting for only
few are saints. But, only few are dead. Let our dear friend and brother, Gerard Singular,
defeat his enemy with weapons that are not swords. And with ways that are not things of
evil destruction, but let him create peaceful chaos with the uttering of a few simple
words.
“I bless the soldiers to destroy their enemies easily, and that these fights will go
smoothly. I know the result to all of this, but it is still an event worth blessing. Let the
Earth remain peaceful through these tragedies, and let all hope remain in the hearts of
men. Amen.
“Now, my dead children, I believe it is the time the slaughtering occurred. Men,
assemble your weapons, and clear your minds. The entire Council of Mortals shall end
tonight. This will be a huge tragedy on Earth. But, we must forget their emotions, and set
“Satan is gathering his army, and they are stronger than all of you Angels have
every experienced. With the downfall of the Wicked, Lucifer’s power will somewhat
weaken. Go my children…AND KILL!!!”
The Pope slept silently in his sleep. Dreaming about prostitutes and other sinful
habits. But, he took pleasure in these dreams. He enjoyed watching these sexual
It was the night of the Passover. God wanted it to seem ironic that the entire
council of the Catholic church was killed on the night of the passing of the Angel of
An Angel walked into the rooms of each Bishop, Priest, and other members of the
Council, and breathed upon their dreams; turning them into nightmares. The Pope tossed
and turned as Michael breathed on him. His dreams turning from prostitutes and
drunkenness into crows and wolves: omens of Death. He sweated profusely, screaming
FATHER!!!”
Michael leaned over swiftly and quietly to his ear. “Not tonight, dear friend.”
The Pope opened his eyes wide, and in the quickest flash of a millisecond death
spun over his face, and the blood poured down his chest. It happened so quickly, and so
smoothly that you couldn’t hear a single yelp for help. The blood dripped onto Michaels
sleeve. As quickly as possible, Michael washed the blade of his sword off by opening the
window and letting the rain pour off of it. The blood ran into the sewers and mixed with
the sewage waste, never to be traced or found again. Michael turned back and smiled,
gave a warm, limp handshake to the corpse laying on the bed, and walked away. Leaving
the Pope to face his Judgment with God as all the others were being forced to go that
night.
In the rest of the world, the rest of the Catholic Church Council was being killed.
All in a different manner. Bishops were poisoned, the lying priests were set on fire, and
the higher ranks were taken care of by the Angel of Death, Michael. It swooped over,
breathed nightmares into their brains and hearts, and in their last moments of life as they
awoke, gave a menacing smile and cut their throats. Washing the blade into the sewers
That morning, the world woke up astonished. Over fifty church officials had
mysteriously died in their sleep, or were murdered by some cult whom left not a single bit
of evidence. The wicked no longer ruled the world, and Angels were free to roam. The
slaughtering had occurred, and was more shocking to the world than any other event
ever to have happened. But, this was trivial matters compared to what was going on in
space.
God spoke to me through single thoughts, and it overwhelmed me. But, what was
even more overwhelming was the giant black hole swirling in front of me, gulping down
this void faster than I thought it could. But, the intense gravitational pull of our creation
did not affect us at all. We stood our ground, but occasionally, I could feel a pull on my
body. I didn’t think it was power of the black hole though. It was something else calling
me. Something that was stronger than this black hole. Something that I would not, or
could not, obey. I was even stronger than this pull on my conscious. I cursed Lucifer and
My mind raced through the last couple of months. I guess, it had been a year since
I first met my enemy in my classroom. And I had chosen the right path to follow, with no
trouble of drifting to his sweet, honey smooth words that first time. I felt no temptation
Then my mind drifted to her, Emily. The beauty of her face, and the almost poetic
vibe of her voice. I missed her eyes. Her beautiful, almost gold eyes. My stomach lurched,
and my heart started to race. But, I had to accept the fact that I could never see the love of
“Gerard, we can not come to you yet, the armies have to be assembled.”
“You and Apollo must gather the Hades from their Cell in Heaven and arm them
with weapons.”
The wind screamed through my ears as I lurched through time to Heaven. I saw the colors
spin, and I saw ticking seconds melt into one long line of emptiness. Breaking through the
surface of eternity with power, the glass of time shattered easily. Not cutting a single part
of my body.
The portal I flew through had the temperature of ice. It was cold to my skin after
breaking through the confines of time. However, I was accustomed no to this chilling air.
I longer feared the artic-like atmosphere that now surrounded me. Actually, I fancied it
quite a bit. Even though the air was intended to cut against my cheek like glass, even
though the air was intended to hurt me greatly, I laughed and enjoyed the feeling.
I let my wings glide through the air, not putting any effort in them whatsoever to
make them move. I just flowed with the river of pouring time. The portal brought me
wherever I desired to go. No worries of what lay behind me surrounded my soul, neither
did thoughts of what was ahead of me trouble my being. The only thoughts occurring in
The color of the portal was bright blue, almost white. It suited the cold
temperatures perfectly. But, as I approached the gateway into the Heavens, its tint slowly
became whiter and whiter. By the time I was standing directly in front of the door itself
the swirling air around me had become as white as the place I was about to enter. It
swirled peacefully as I lay my hand on the door knob in front of me. The door was the
exact same color of the swirling matter around me - whatever it was made of. The
doorknob was black though, only for the purpose of being able to catch my attention.
When I opened the door a warm soothing air brushed up against my face. I smiled
widely and focused my mind on the task I was ordered to do. I walked quickly down the
streets of Heaven, not noticing what buildings surrounded me. Normally, I never did such
thing. Regularly, I engulfed myself in examining the beautiful surrounding I put myself
in. This time it was not the case. My thoughts were surprisingly focused; and my steps
were unusually long, causing my feet to come down harder on the golden bricks beneath
my feet.
After five minutes of walking hardly and quickly, I reached the familiar door of
Apollo’s house. His house was tall and had one long window on top. The long window
covered half of the front of the house, but one could not see inside from the streets. It was
a one way window, looking more like a mirror or thick glass than a window. The door
was a darkish gold that approached a light brown. The doorknob was pure crystal. I
Apollo sat waiting on his bed. His intimidating face stared straight through my
heart. And I shook, he wasn’t furious. Nor was he impatient. I just seemed to constantly
forget that his face was this frozen because of all of his years in Hell. It scared me to think
of what was happening just now. But, my fear withered away quickly when our
“Great.”
We walked quickly through the streets of gold. The sparkling, dazzling look of the
beautiful buildings always left me dumbfounded. But, in the midst of the Unplanned
Apocalypse, this beauty did not distract me from my fate one bit.
Finally, we reached the building intended to be a prison for captives of the Trinity.
Here were demons who surrendered during battle, and I heard their low screams. It long
and tall building; off white in color. There were no windows at all and the door could
only be opened from the outside or with a key, which Apollo had. He unlocked the door
and looked inside quickly. Then he shut the door and turned to me.
“Now, in here will be treacherous monsters. Demons of horrible sight you have
never seen are entombed within the cages of this building. Do not fear, they can only be
let out if you let them out. Harm will not come from them. Also, the main beings who
live in this building, excluding the Olympians, are from Pergotorious. You should already
know what that place is. The monsters in here are utterly terrifying.”
“Okay, good. Now, let’s go.” He kicked open the door, pulling out his blade and
gripping it tightly. The El Dorado sat silently in its sheathes. I walked about a foot behind
They were horrifying. Some had long scaly tentacles and sharp teeth at most a
meter long. Some where 100 feet tall and 50 feet wide, others were relatively small. The
smaller ones had a vicious growl and dark skin that made me shiver. All of their eyes
were dark and bloodthirsty, desiring to be released into the world once again so that they
may fear upon the living. There were monsters I had read about, all of them from
Lovecraft tales of horror. The reality of the nightmarish things I once envisioned during
my days on Earth became inescapable and I could not face the fact such atrocities did
actually exist.
In one cell lay a dragon colored blood red. Its teeth and claws were extremely
sharp and terrifying. When we walked by, the beast blew a breath of hot scorching
flames. But, the flames reached no further than an inch behind the cell bars. There was
some kind of magic shield on the cell. The dragon looked directly at me in anger, and
It’s okay. Don’t worry, this’ll all be over soon. Maybe I can persuade God to let
you out. But, only if you’ll be tame and become mine. Okay?
The dragon cave me a slow nod and it crawled back into the corner and went to
sleep. Apollo gave me a strange look and continued to walk on. I smiled until we reached
Like the rest of what was supposed to be metal in Heaven, the cell we kept the
Olympians in was also golden, but the bars were a little faded from the thrashing and
running around these things did. Next to the Olympians’ cage there was another one just
as populated theirs. It was filled with creatures from Pergotorious. I searched and
examined what they looked like. They all had the appearance of a demon, a few having
the appearance of regular humans. Then, the last monster/creature I laid eyes upon was
was sad and miserable. He sat huddled in the back of the cell, head between his knees,
and it sounded like he was crying. But, then I remembered he was just simply breathing.
When I looked at him, Berson did the same. When he saw me he jumped up and
ran to the doors of his cell. A smile erupted from his skinless face. I looked into his deep,
black eyes. Emotions of misery and loneliness filled his irises. I couldn’t stand to see him
“Gerard?” He spoke to me, his voice raspy and funny. The exact way I
“Berson?”
“Oh, I was hope you were coming for some of us. Not those vicious fiends.”
“I know. Well, we were coming for them. But, if you wish I can let you go. I know
you’re a good hearted creature. But, I don’t know if I’m actually allowed to. Remember,
“We have changed. We have turned to the Light. We looked at it from a different
angle and read the Bibles that were in our cells. We realized how good and great and
graceful God can be. We decided that if we weren’t following neither God nor Satan that
we were indeed for the Evil One himself. Our kingdom had no ruler, no king. And a
decision was made that our king shall be the one and only King.”
“Then why are you still here in this awfully wretched cell?”
“Because, only two thirds of us have chosen this path. There are still some who
wish to dwell in the days of evil. Some will lie to get released. But, everyone in my
individual cell believes and chose the narrow path to righteousness. If you let me go,
“Okay, I will. I know here in Heaven a sin is impossible so you are not lying. And
I know you, you would never speak a lie to me. And thank you, we need all the help our
army can get. With about a hundred of you and about who knows how many Olympians,
I took out the key to my friends cell and unlocked it. He and the rest of his
inmates in that particular cell walked out and into the main passageway of where we were
standing. Once their bodies hit the air, a transformation occurred over everyone single
one. They took upon the appearance of not demons, not monsters, but Angels. They all
turned into humanoid skeletons. Berson obtained a layer of dark skin that was almost
brown. His hair was a little past his ears and black, his eyes turned from a miserable black
to a light brown. I could see the chemicals in his irises floating and swirling as they took
on the form of a regular pupil and not a cat-like shape. He was now a beautiful man,
smiling with a perfect set of teeth. The rest of his friends looked the same and smiled
widely, thanking him for doing such thing. Berson was happier than ever.
Congratulations.”
“Gerard, let’s go.” Apollo gave me a scowling look, which I knew commanded
We started running as we heard low growls. I didn’t panic. And I don’t think
Apollo could panic in any way possible. He pulled out his arrows, put away his sword,
and I pulled out the El Dorado, preparing for a blood fest once again. But, what was there
surprised me entirely.
“Hello, my dear Apollo…” The wolf’s voice was handsome and smooth. And
extremely familiar. I wondered what the thing was and how it could talk. Then my gaze
drifted to its eyes and I realized who and what it was. A werewolf. I was so astonished, so
“Hello, Gerard.” Now, that I realized who it was and got over the belief of a
man/wolf I had not even thought about since being at the insane asylum and after his
disappearance one night, his voice and words sounded more like a growl than words
When I glance at Apollo, I was astonished to see that on his face was not a look of
amazement or anything else of that matter, but a snarl. He looked at me, and for the first
time I during my friendship with this person, I saw in his blank eyes pure fury. A fire
“I’m here to help. God told me to arrange all of the Olympians’ armor and
weapons and prepare for a great battle. So I did so. I’ve been waiting only for about an
hour. In that time I talked to some of the Pergotorians. They’re some pretty interesting
characters.”
“Are you to fight? You know the rules about non-Angels fighting!” Apollo ripped
“Than why are you fighting Apollo? You’re not an Angel!” He was growl too,
“God forgave him and granted him to become one and not a demon.” I insisted.
“Angels only have wings, Gerard. And have you noticed Apollo doesn’t.” Fury lay
“He was forgiven. But, he was never exactly a demon though. Not in the idea of
under the servant of Satan. No, he never worked under the hand of the Evil One.”
He merely nodded.
“Were you even a demon?”
race - however God never changed anything about me but the curse I suffered. I no longer
have to endure what I was put through. I worked for Satan in the sense that I did evil
things. And I was considered so anciently old because I have lived since practically the
“Only I don’t drink blood. The only reason I don’t have wings, and God told me
this himself,” he said and turned to Jason. “is because vampires are unable to grow wings
because of their body structure. Only humans can grow wings after they are created, but I
am not human. Why do you think you can’t grow wings? Because you’re not human. And
as for the rules, those rules are exceptions to this Great Battle. You don’t understand!
“How?!” Jason’s eyes were wide, he knew whom the beast was.
“Gerard will kill him with some magical power from God.”
“Oh.”
“Please! Can we go and get this over with sometime soon!” I begged. “Does the
matter of Lycans and Vampires really matter at all right now. NO!”
And that’s what we precisely did: we unlocked the Olympians and led them into
the streets of gold. We marched down these streets do another exit, Apollo leading the
way. Jason, still in wolf form, walked behind me. His wolf size was about five feet tall
when on all fours, he had thick gray fur, and sharp white teeth that could easily cut
“Here we are.” There was a tall black archway overhead, no door and no gates.
There was the blackness of space underneath the columns and the arch. Soldier by soldier
we led them through the newly made portal, falling through the same tube of broken time
in which I had arrived in. But, instead of the whitish blue tube, it was black with the faint
glow of stars around me. The trip took about only half the time.
We stood around the portal, speaking the Ancient language with our hands entwined.
This was causing the black hole to become the portal, a gateway into hell. And as we
spoke the odd words, I heard the cackles of laughter that the flames produced down in
When we finished, I saw the staircases climb up from the hole. They were smooth,
tall, and wooden staircases. On the side were silver rails. They reached the tip of the hole.
The first stair completely flat enough for us to walk across and down. The staircase was
brown and old. But the wood it had been made out of was extremely sturdy and enough
for the giant size of our army to walk down. It spun in circles. This surprised me because
form all the way up here the staircase did not like a spiral one.
The staircase stopped rising and spiraling up from the void of nowhere. My blood
sped up, making me sweat. I realized that I was scared, something I had been accustomed
to by this time. I looked around and into the eyes of the people around.
the Reaper shook his head in order to make the hair move from his face. Then he
God stood there, arms crossed, with an expressionless face. Then, he turned to me.
“What, God, you’re not coming with us?” This made me even more scared. But,
“No. This is your fight, Gerard. You must fight this yourself. But, remember,” He
paused for a second and looked deeply into my eyes, everything around us seemed to
disappear and be forgotten in that single instance. Then he said: “your weapon shall be
me.”
“You and your riddles.” I rolled my eyes. Breathing out. His attempt at soothing
my soul had been successful and I now felt no fear. Well, a little bit was there. He smiled
“I will come when you need me most. Gerard, if you believe in me and use your
strength purely off the power of the spirit, you will kill the foul beast and he will burn
forever. If you rely on the Truth, Lucifer’s power will be greatly weakened the Angelic
Revolution shall begin on Earth. We have no time to waste. Good luck men.”
He hugged all of the generals, and gave us his blessing. Then vanished into thin
air like he always does. We all nodded to each other again, then slowly descended the
I set the first foot on the first step of the staircase and upon touching that single
stair, the smell of disgusting rotting flesh swarmed my smell. I heard the laughed of
demons and the laughter of gargoyles. The sound of gnashing teeth and the screaming of
non-believers made my spine shiver. I clenched my jaw and gathered all of the hope in
which I could obtain within me. I summoned the memories of happiness and joy into my
mind, the few that were there, and began walking down the wretched stair case step by
step by step. The stair did not creak and I heard no sound but those coming from below
me. I clenched my sword and closed my eyes, focusing on the Spirit’s words. I focused
not on death but on Life. I looked towards the light and not the darkness, ignoring all the
evil memories that flooding my closed eyesight as I walked into the depths of hell,
listening to the screams of Parones of in far distance. Then I thought of God’s words of
encouragement.
Upon that thought, a sudden wave of bravery rushed over my entire being and I
descended with staircase with more assurance and more security than before. My Army
followed behind me, entering into the horrors that are known as Hades or Hell. Where we
experience horrible nightmarish things and haunting voices and sounds. But, because we
had the words of the Lord Our Father with us, no fear trembled within out bones. Yet…
“YOU’RE WEAPON SHALL BE ME”
We walked down the dark steps slowly. We curled our wings tightly, hoping none of the
evil creatures would attack us. I wanted to save my energy for the fight. As we reached
the steps further down, heat started coming up from below us. Faintly, I could hear the
breathing of each dragon and of each demon. Fear trembled within me, and I clutched
tightly onto my sword. It was glowing with courage. Again, I had that powerful feeling
that nothing in the entire world could cut my hopes down; nothing in all of existence
could scare me. Well, at least that’s I thought until I looked over the staircase's rails.
The snakes were crawling in giant heaps. There were millions and millions of
these slimy reptiles. From what it looked like, the pit at the bottom at the end of the
staircase held every snake that had ever existed. Next to the snakes were thousands of
bloodthirsty gargoyles that longed and desired for their most precious beverage: angel
blood. Their teeth was razor-sharp and their nostrils cringed when they smelled the stench
of our blood. One of the angels slipped and fell off the railing and into the pit of snakes
and gargoyles. Immediately, the gargoyles rushed to the poor victim and ripped all of its
limbs off. The blood of our friend scattered amongst these creatures' teeth. They devoured
every ounce of the poor Angel’s flesh. The manner these creatures ate in was by far the
most disgusting thing anyone had ever seen in their entire lives. I turned to Apollo; he had
original gargoyles were a lot more civilized and could speak about fifteen semi-intelligent
words. Now, as you can see, their just plain idiots. I trained these creatures to become
Apollo then did an odd high-pitched whistle and snapped his fingers loudly,
obviously something he learned during his life as a demon. The gargoyles scattered away
in fear. Their screams were more like a laugh. Apollo smirked slightly then continued
down the steps. He half amazed me in the most incredible way when he walked with
pride. He was truly living up to being the legend that the Greeks had made him into.
From behind us, a walking corpse ran toward us. We realized that this was yet
another Angel. We did not notice what the thing was at first because its entire body was
in flames. Before we could put our friend out, it tripped on the stairs and went tumbling
toward its unfortunate fate. The gargoyles quickly rushed back to the falling corpse, and
once again they devoured the entire body within a matter of minutes. Again, we had to
undergo the torture of witnessing of our friend’s blood smearing and hearing its flesh
being ripped apart by hungry beasts. These creatures had devoured more meat and drank
more blood within a matter of twelve minutes than they had eaten or drank in seven
hundred years. I had seen more blood and guts than I had ever seen in my entire lifetime,
not even Apollo had ever seen the incredible about of gor in which was occuring
Hold on, Apollo said. We stood there silently, waiting to hear what he was
pointing out. A rush of growls and snarls and screeches came from all sides around us.
These growls and snarls and screeches sounded like the creatures giving them off held
knives in their jaws. My blood ran cold. Then the creatures came into side. They were
large dogs that looked approximately one-hundred and fifty pounds each and their fur was
faded and old, making their appearance look like they were hundreds and hundreds of
years old. Their eyes were blacker than that of a shark's; blacker than a dark night in the
South. Darker and almost more intimidating than the black, silent void that was
surrounding us. These dogs leaped onto Angels and ripped their chests open, their hearts
bleeding all over the stair cases. Our blades, belonging to the stronger Angels that had
seen things much worse than these creatures, easily cut their throats and smashed in the
skulls of these Hellhounds. I took my swords and pushed them together, forming the El
Dorado. The darkness surrounding our army suddenly lit up and the hellhound’s
whimpered away in fear. I slashed their bellies and cut their throats. Once again, the
extremely common smell of blood and sweat filled the atmosphere surrounding our
bodies. The fumes of blood and guts drifted to my lungs and made my stomach queasy. I
gripped the handle to my sword tighter and swung my way clearly through the demons
that blockaded my way. I kicked them aside, letting their ribs break, and pushed them off
the railing of the stairwell, leaving them howling for mercy from the gargoyles that
continued to feast upon them or any form of meat and/or blood. I could hear their teeth
gnash and chew like that of young children. In their behavior, they were infants. The only
difference between the gargoyles and human infants was how ugly and horrifying their
grotesque anatomy was designed. In a nut shell, the gargoyles were pure savages. But,
when one is a citizen of Hell, the possessed instincts and morals are forced to de-evolve
back to that of the early homosapian’s manner: survival of the fittest. If you’re left
When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I heard the trumpets sound. But, these
were not the trumpets of the foretold, the trumpets of the Saints. This was the sound of
the trumpets of relief, that great big sound where all hearts lighten and a light breeze is
suddenly felt. From down the stairs slowly emerged the the Reaper and a white figure.
The figure made my heart pound; it was none other than Wilhelm Hollywood, the
Juggernaut.
They smiled brightly, and I smiled back in the same fashion. All demons were gone and it
was just our three shining souls in the dark emptiness of infinity. Wilhelm’s face was
glowing with beauty and happiness. Now that he was deceased, he finally had the chance
to experience the full effects of Heaven. And I was jealous in a Holy way. the Reaper
looked the same, for they were both still alive and breathing in a metaphysical way. They
wore the same armor as me: the white and super light breast plate with the velvet
underlining, the identically designed leg and arm pieces, no helmet. But, they lacked the
El Dorado. Jesus came and spoke in a language I didn’t under stand. But, I saw the
symbols of the secret words fall out of his mouth. He turned to the Reaper, shook his
hand, turned to Juggernaut, and shook his hand. Then, he slowly turned in my direction,
smiled, than before he shook my hand, he breathed three stars that symbolized hope and
reassurance. Their light made the darkness of infinity light up and for the first time I saw
eternity. It was an endless hallway; at one end was a chair that was impossible to reach.
Sitting in the chair was God. At the other side, technically it was not an end, sat the
beautiful version of Satan. Both of the people, or beings, sitting inside of the chair
motioned me to come in their directions. It was as if the fate of the entire universe lay
within those hundred steps I would take. I looked right, then left. I didn’t know who was
who. But, I followed my natural instinct and went east. The belt of seven stars wrapped
around my waist, and held my insecurity secure. It was the belt that gave my courage, and
the shoes that gave me peace. The entire set of that Biblical Armor lied within those
seven stars that melted into my skin. I reached the man towards the right end of the
hallway, and he smiled and gave off a cheerful, wise laugh. I knew it was God, for I
realized that Satan’s laugh could not have made that jolly sound. For some reason, this
man I stood in front of reminded me of non other than Santa. Santa was and is God. God
spoke to me in a loud and jeering voice. My heart exploded and my breathe halted, for in
"See now that I myself am He! There is no god besides me. I put to death and I
heal, and no one can deliver out of my hand. I lift my hand to heaven and declare: as
surely as I live forever, when I sharpen my flashing sword and my hand grasps it in
judgment I will take vengeance on my adversaries and repay those who hate me. I will
make my arrows drunk with blood, while my sword devours flesh, the blood of the slain
Rejoice, O nations, with his people, for he will avenge the blood of his servants;
he will take vengeance on his enemies and take atonement for his land and people.
“I am you. We are one. I will become your soul to help you fight these demons.
And we shall pray together to defeat them.” Jesus’ body disappeared and I felt his soul
sink into my heart. I felt the Holy Spirit dwell deep within me. And a loud voice came
give eternal life to all those you have given him. Now this is eternal life: that they may
know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you sent. I have given you glory
on earth by completing the work you gave me to do. And now, Father, glorify me in
your presence with the Glory I had with you before the world began.
My body felt so complete and at home. I felt all powerful; I was no longer the
Vision. The the Reaper did not exist. The Juggernaut was gone. In that long hallway
existed only the Priest. The legends and prophecies were wrong. The Priest didn’t come
to life when Juggernaut and the Reaper both died, he came when Jesus became the soul of
a man, and God gave that man His blessing. And Jesus and I prayed for our fate, for we
We descended secret staircases, the back way, to Hell. But, this was not hell. It
was a burial ground of past demons and dragons and monsters. There lied the three
recorded demons that Jesus had exorcised during his lifetime on earth. And the ground
shook, and the sky turned dark. Screeches came into my hearing. But, they were screeches
friends. They were the cries coming from cemeteries and graves all across eternity. I saw
their faces and I saw their deaths. And with three words, Rise oh Dead, all of these
corpses crawled from the grave. They descended the separate staircase and fought with
Michael. My gut tightened as I realized where I was. It was Akeldma; it was the Field of
He came on horseback, the Devil. His horse was black and covered in silver
armor. But, our words could cut through his armor because the Priest can cut through
souls, and walls of broken hearts with the simplest sentence. I saw his trembling hand as
he realized my back up, as he realized that I was really standing there with a firm and
proud stance. My armor solid, and my sword tightened, I felt God's seven stars sink into
my heart
The voices of hope and the voices of Angels filled my brain. Jesus tightened onto me; I
was undefeatable. In Lucifer’s eyes and I saw that fear and trembling. He couldn’t stand
to be in our presence.
Instead of running, I slowly walked towards the horse and its rider. I walked west
slowly. The flames burst out from the empty holes in the black grass. It was black from
the scorching flames of dragons, and crusted with the blood of innocent victims and
guilty murderers. I felt like this was history, the ground I stood on should’ve been the
only information in any textbook ever written. But, this would make the text books only
one-hundred pages long but still a hundred dollars. He kept his hood up, for he was too
scared to show us the rest of the fear in his face. I could sense his entire body shaking and
And heat breathed down our necks from behind us as wind rushed over our
bodies. A black silhouette stuck to the sky and never came down. It was no silhouette, but
a dragon; a pitch black dragon. The only color on the entire body of this beast was the
whiteness surrounding its pupils and its pearly white teeth. Every inch of its anatomy was
creepily black. It didn’t make us worry because our trumpets sounded heavily. It deafened
the horse of the Fallen Man. No command could be given to its steed. I smiled in sweet
relief. Man, did those trumpets of relief sound more beautiful than anything else I had
ever heard.
Its wing sprawled out across the vast, wide range. Footsteps sounded, and so did
gun-shots. All of man was here to watch the battle. But, I saw no one in the sky. Maybe,
they were silhouettes glued to eternity. But, then I realized these were the footsteps of the
martyrs lying beneath my feet. The gunshots were not gunshots but the gnashing of teeth
stained with dirt and blood. Through the dirt I could see the poor skeletons. And I could
feel their pathetic bones. I wanted to free their souls and give them life. So I did. Their
bodies rose again out of the ground and sang songs of joy. They aligned in a row with
solemn, but yet joyful faces. They could not fight against Satan and his dragon, but they
The dragon had no fear in its eyes, for an animal can not feel such emotions that
are so gigantic. Fear to this creature was fear to God. There was no weakness that was
visible to the human eye, or an Angel’s eye. But, with a smart logical brain and the Son of
God within my soul, it was somewhat simpler to find its weakness. That does not mean
In the demons eyes were hatred, and my fate. And the trumpets rang on my side
again. The dead melted back into their morbid graves, and down from a separate staircase
came Apollo, Michael, and the rest of the Army of Above. I smiled. Jesus smiled. Our
morale just kept on being blessed more and more and more with friends and allies and
other advantages. The people whom came down from the staircase were dressed in the
exact same clothes in which I had left them in. The only difference was that their cloaks
and shields and armor were covered in thick layers of the blood of the Demons and
gargoyles of Hell.
“We’re here to aid you to fight this thing. I know with what is inside of you, you
could defeat this monster. But, with us you would save a lot of strength for Satan himself,
and also it would take less time to recover from this battle with our aid. I know, we’re
breaking the prophecies and all of that rubbish, but prophecies are just fables that were
made up by loonies. It’s a fact. Moses will tell you, and God will tell you. It’s fate that is
real, and that we must not break. Anyways, it is impossible to disobey fate. And, Gerard,
this is fate.”
I turned to the crowd of Angels, and in that moment I felt the universal feeling.
You know, like everything is you, and you are everything. I was leading an entire army of
Angels into what could be their death, and I had started out as a simple human that taught
advanced literature at some Massachusetts public high school. This is when the truth hit
me. I was not Gerard Singular anymore. I had been transformed into something greater,
something even more magical. I went from being a beat down, no good mortal, to a
beautiful, strong, majestic archangel. I was the Priest, the key to salvation of the
Earth above. Without my sword, without my words the bridge that connects the spiritual
and the physical realms would collapse under the weight of sin. But, Jesus held my arm
up stronger than I could’ve ever imagined. I had become a mythical prophet, and I met
other mythical prophets that were never ever mentioned on Earth. I am a legend now.
That’s when it hit me: what will I become after this? A mere legend living in the heavenly
realms, or will I am sent back to Earth and resume life like it was. Would I be able to
remember my adventures. My world would never be the same after I would shed the
YOUR LIVES!!!!” I faced the crowd with an intense stare, and a tear dropped down. This
“Dear God we come to you today to give us your blessing. Please give us courage
to fight these demons, please give us the strength to kill these demons, and please give us
the sanity to stay sane after we win this battle. Because you are with us, we have no doubt
that we will win. It’s just the fear in our hearts that will keep us back. Lord, our faith is
the size of a mustard seed, and we know we can move mountains at our wish. But, water
our faith so we may drown mountains, and kill the Black Dragon. Please, in the name of
you, the Great Counselor, let us win this battle of glory, this infamous story. Because,
after this the Earth will rest in peace, and all will be happy once again. And, that’s all an
Angel could wish for. In Jesus’ name we pray, and every body said:”
“Amen.” The entire crowd chanted at once. This is it, I thought. I’m important,
This time a shell rang, not a trumpet. And the monsters of Purgotorious showed
up behind the Angels. They didn’t speak a word, for we already knew what they were
there for. They looked like demons, but their eyes glowed with a certain peacefulness that
told us they were either on our side, or were high as a kite. And fortunately, a spiritual
The next thing I knew, there was the smell of blood again, and the smell of
spilling guts again. My mind grew lightheaded as I ran through the crowd of bloodshed,
and slaughtered these demons. Hundreds of these things came from north, east, west, and
south. They came from above and below me. Escape was literally impossible. So I had to
resort to letting blood spill and delaying the time in which I could’ve finished the fight
earlier. I expected these things to put up a great fight, but the more I killed the more I
realized that the only reason people were scared to fight demons was because of their
terrifying appearance. They are really extremely weak and not powerful at all. They’re
pathetic in every possible way. If you honestly try to avoid the fear in your heart, and you
attack full on these things with a courageous mind and soul, like every single one of us
was doing, you will kill demons as easily as you would slice a piece of bread. Within a
This was the one demon I feared, the one demon in which it was reasonable to
fear. But, I had a courageous mind and soul. I charged at the black demon, and my sword
only scratched its scales, cause sparks to fly out. It lashed its giant claw at me in a sort of
playful manner, putting a large dent in my armor, but for some odd reason did not damage
it enough for me to be scared. It knew the creature would crush me within a matter of two
blows to the torso, so it took pity on me. It slapped me with a slimy long tale, and
scorched my boots with its fiery breathe. I was on the ground, gasping for breathe and
spitting out blood. I felt pathetic, and lost. My courageous mind and soul had completely
diminished, and again, escaping was impossible. But, I had always managed to escape.
Memories quickly came back to me. My mind joggled of different topics. Earthly
topics which I forgot: Emily, my parents, teaching, the students, and Leo Solfritz. But, the
life saving memory came back to me in the most convenient moment in time:
It was God and I, sitting in that white room with that overly large bookshelf
behind God that made him look like even more of a wise man and had that long white
table that we discussed the fate of the universe on. Everyone had left, and God and I sat
looking eye to eye. He took of his spectacles and smiled, then laid them onto the table.
“Gerard, there’s something you need to know. It’s not any information in which
should surprise you, but information that you should’ve heard thousands and thousand of
times in church, youth group, and other religious ceremonies. And it is this: scripture and
prayer are the most powerful of all weapons. That is it. You may go.” As quick as the
memory came, it had gone. I knew the way I could defeat Parones.
I got kicked in the mouth when I came out of the memory, and I felt my jaw pop.
Apollo ran out and threw his sword into the belly of the beast, but it bounced of. As he
ran towards the monster, he shot arrows into it’s mouth. The arrows only pierced the roof
of it’s mouth and caused blood to drip. But, there was no real severe damage done. After
all the arrows were fired, Apollo stood there worried, and scared. Within less than a
second, the demon came and bit Apollo in two pieces. His blood smeared across the floor,
and I could hear the last of his vocal chords screaming in the air: “I’M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The weapon I held in my hand weighed less than my armor. It was fifteen-hundred
pages of Holy words written by the greatest general of all time. And when I brought out
this weapon, I saw the look on Parones face finally to pure, one-hundred percent fear. I
looked over my shoulder and saw the rest of the demons on the ground bleeding, throats
cut and dead. Gabriel and Michael smiled brightly and nodded in the direction of my fate.
It was up to me. I looked over at Satan, scared on his black horse, shaking vigorously. His
hands and head and legs and torso were also vigorously shaking. And I felt the Son inside
of me smile. I spoke loud and clearly, to make sure that both of the people in front of me
understood their fate and understood they would no longer exist after these words were
spoken:
“Now, may the Lord’s strength be displayed, just as you have declared: the Lord is
slow to anger, abounding in slow and forgiving sin and rebellion. Yet he does not leave
“His heart is secure, he will not fear; in the end he look in triumph at his foes.”
“For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be
slaughtered.”
sentences, and with every word I said the creature winced and whimpered. I saw tears of
pain slowly running down his face. And I laughed. Not a mean laugh, or a criticizing
laugh, but a surprised laugh. I laughed a simply ironic chuckle for I was surprised at how
powerful these words really were. I flipped a several hundred pages and read its fate:
“He seized the dragon, or the serpent, and bound him for a thousand years. He
threw him into the Abyss and locked and sealed it over him, to keep him from deceiving
the nations anymore until the thousand years ended. After that, he must be sent free for a
short time.”
The skies were ripped apart and down came a glowing light. It was God, what he
really looked like. My eyes had been covered by a veil so I wouldn’t be blinded by His
beauty and His perfection. Now, since Jesus dwelled within my spirit and I had faith the
size of a mustard seed, I could see his face and His true beauty without being blinded or
even dying. God grabbed the dragon by the throat and socked his enemy hard in the jaw.
Parones screamed and spat out blood, then made what sounded to be like a crying sound.
But the tears that fell were only tears of blood. God pinned the animal to the ground and
bound him up with the seven stars around my waist. Suddenly, a black pit slowly opened
up in the middle of the Field and Parones was thrown in it. I could hear its screams
clearly for what seemed like years. In fact, I still hear them from time to time to this day.
They were so haunting. God turned to Satan, who was trying to get away from us by
riding on horseback. Instinctively I took the El Dorado and launched it at him. The sword
pierced through his back clearly through, one blade in front of him and the other blade
behind him. Blood seeped out from his black cloak, and his screech was terrifyingly
haunting. God turned to me and did a gesture at what I felt to be a smile. We ran towards
the refugee, and cornered him easily. I pushed him onto the ground, then piercing the
sword through his heart. When God pulled down Lucifer's mask, I realized how easily
this man, or thing, could change so quickly. He had had a face of maggots and worms and
decaying flesh, but now it was soft, smooth skin. His face was handsome and flawless. I
knew he just wanted us to pity him and forgive him. But, not this time.
“How the oppressor has come to an end! How his fury has ended!” Then I turned
to the world and shouted my joy “The Lord has broken the rod of the wicked, the scepter
of the rulers, which in anger struck down people with unceasing blows, and in fury
subdued nations with relentless aggression. All the lands are at rest and at peace; they
break into singing. Even the pine trees and the cedars of Lebanon exult over you and say,
‘now that you have been laid low, now woodsman comes to cut us down.’'
“The grave below is all astir, to meet you at your coming; it rouses all the spirits
of the departed to greet you-all those who were leaders in the world; it makes them rise
over their thrones-all those who were kings over the nations. They will respond to you,
they will say to you ‘You have also become weak, as we are; you have become like us.’
All your pomp has been brought down to the grave, along with the noise of your harps;
maggots are spread out beneath you and worms cover you. How you have fallen from
heaven, O morning star, son of the dawn! You have been cast down to the earth, you who
once laid low the nations! You said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my
throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the
utmost heights of the sacred mountain. I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will
make myself like the Most High.’ But you are brought down to the grave, to the depths of
the pit.
“Those who see you stare at you, they ponder your fate: ‘Is this the man who
shook the earth and made kingdoms tremble, the man who made the world a desert, who
overthrew its cities and would not let his captives go home?' All the kings of the nations
lie in state, each in his own tomb. But you are cast out of your own tomb like a rejected
branch; you are covered with the slain, with those pierced by the sword, those who
descend to the stones of the pit. Like a corpse trampled underfoot, you will not join them
in burial for you have destroyed your land and killed you people.
“The offspring of the wicked will never be mentioned again. Prepare a place to
slaughter his sons for the sins of their forefathers; they are not to rise to inherit the land
and cover the earth with their cities.”
“I will rise up against them,” Declared the Lord almighty. “I will cut off from
Babylon her name and survivors, her offspring and descendants. I will turn her into a
place for owls and into swampland; I will sweep her with the broom of destruction.”
And Satan screeched like a banshee as I pulled the El Dorado out from his chest.
His body burst up into flames, but you could not smell his flesh burning into a crisp. It
was a silent burn, where you only heard the crackle of the flames after he stopped
screaming. God turned to me and congratulated me. For I had saved the world, and then
he departed to go cut off Babylon and turn it into a place for owls and a swampland. I
turned to Satan.
Our bones were aching from the fight, but we knew it was over. Well, we knew the
Revolution was over. For the first time in almost two thousand years Angels finally
played an extremely important role in the affects upon the universe. They, we were now
important for to the survival of man kind. They needed us. They couldn’t survive very
long on their own without us. If left to defend themselves, man kind would be gone. They
I did not expect for Heaven to be different than it had been before. But, it was. A
party was thrown for our success, not mine but ours. I wanted to speak with all of the
famous people who had lived in the past. But, I was too tired from my previously arduous
mission that was done with for now. My hands had imprints of that final weapon and my
mind kept twisting and turning through the thoughts of different days. I wondered if my
human life would ever be remembered in my head, and I was reassured by the feeling in
my gut that it would and could never be forgotten. Like a lot of gut feelings I had received
in the past what seem to be lifetime, this one came and went unexplained and
Heaven was different now that my human life had gone and this was over.
Apparently, the full beauty of Heaven was never allow upon me while this all happened. I
was dead on Earth, but not all the way. I lay in some undetected coma, waiting for that
last tie between my soul and my body to be torn away from each other.
Many surprises were brought to me in Heaven. Mostly, it was the glory of God
and how purely Great it felt to my now infinitely at peace soul. I walked through the
streets of my new home. Completely astounded by how much I either didn’t notice or
how much I was deprived of. I now regretted the fact of existing on Earth now because
such atrocities and evils did not contaminate the realm I now lived in. Only love and
I was told my house number and where it was. And when I got to the house, the
greatest and biggest surprise of all was there, sitting at what was to be my dinner table. It
was someone I had never thought to see again. My heart literally stopped and my breath
literally held itself and dragged out of my body unconsciously. There she sat, staring at
“Hello, Gerard,” She said, her voice floating the air. It even had a special scent to
it. A special flowery scent that made my spine shiver with glee.
“He-hell-o Emily.” I stuttered difficultly through the two word sentence; I was too
astonished. “How? How are you here? Wilhelm said that you had given up on God and
“I doubted God, yes. But, I did not give up on Him. I questioned His authority and
his loving nature, yes. But, never did I stop believing in the Great.”
“But -”
“You want to know what brought me back? What brought me to fully believe
once again? Right?” She interrupted me just in time to let me rearrange my thoughts.
“Yes.”
“Well, God showed me a dream.”
“He seems to show every those except for me and John. Lucky.” I muttered under
“In the dream I felt overwhelming peace. This dream was after I had tried to kill
myself. See, when I took the pills, I had messed up somehow with the amount of pills
taken or something. But, I took enough to kill me, still. All that happened, though, was
that my death was intended to be more agonizing and more painful. But, God sent over
me a wave of serenity and peace. I felt the greatest feeling ever. I was in a rainforest,
sitting with the lions and mermaids who were singing as it began to rain slowly,” I
listened to the familiar dream to me - hers being much better than mine since Cthulhu was
“Yes, and upon my last breath was the phrase ‘forgive me Father, for I know not I
have done. Into your hands I commit my soul’. The words of the Son himself.”
“Almost as long as you have. God told me to wait until after the Revolution was
over to come to you. He said ‘there are things about Gerard that have changed since you
saw him last on Earth. Nothing for the worst. But, he has a job to do. And he needs no
interruption.’”
“Word for word.” God said. He had suddenly appeared sitting on my bed with his
legs crossed, smiling. Again he startled me greatly. And I was starting to believe he
enjoyed scaring me. But, such theories, however true they might be, they are still
entertaining to think about. Maybe, one day I could get him back for all the times he had
startled me. We both smiled and glance at each other.
“Where?!” It seemed like he had come out of nowhere. Which he precisely did.
He had scared me though, and I had a right to be so startled. He smirked. He had heard
“Listen to your thoughts or out appear like that?” God spoke with a small chuckle.
“The latter.”
“It’s my house, can’t I do what I want.” He said with pleading look and voice.
“Very funny.”
“I try.”
“That’s amazing.”
“How you two just did that. It’s as if you two were best friends.”
“We are.” I smiled when I said this. I liked admitting the fact that I had become
best friends with the Creator of the Universe. It seemed like a pretty cool idea. “Everyone
is up here.”
“Really?”
“You’ve been up here a while and you’re just figuring that out?”
“I guess so.”
“Well, I just came here to make sure Emily actually came today,” God said with a
laugh hidden behind one of the words. “I need to make sure everyone else from the Army
is getting settled. Unfortunately, Wilhelm is still alone and I have some things with the
the Reaper to do about his past. But, I promised John I wouldn’t tell anyone about it so I
“Love you too Gerard.” There was a slight pause. “Love you too Emily. I heard
your thoughts, if your wondering why I said thought. And yes, it takes a long time to get
used to. Do you want to know a secret? You do? Okay then, Gerard can hear it too: you
have all of eternity to get used to this.” This act was amusing and amazing at the same
time because not one time did Emily utter a single word. He then went to another room,
“The best. He’s a lot different than I had expected him to be. He’s very…”
“Funny?”
“Precisely.”
I stepped back about two meters and tried to get a good look at how she looked
now.
now resembled more of her personality than what she had looked like on Earth. She was
taller now, about 5’7, she had longer hair that flowed three or four inches past her
shoulders. Now there were freckles all over her face and they clustered on her perfect
nose. Her lips became full and perfect. ‘Eternally kissable’ as F. Scott Fitzgerald says in
This Side of Paradise. Her body seemed to have more of a curve, her hips were more
prominent and her legs were long and slender. Everything about her were perfect. But, the
thing that caught me most was her eyes. On Earth they had been both brown and green.
But, the green had barely been there. Now, the green was prominent. Actually, there was
nothing but those perfect emerald eyes that now left me so transfixed. I smiled widely,
amazed. She was wearing black tight jeans and a plain polo. But, somehow, it made her
look even more perfect. And in one instant, one amazing instant, our thoughts connected
someway somehow.
He never was that muscular. His jaw never curved so perfectly. His cheeks never
looked so smooth. His smile never looked so white and glowing. Ugh. Can’t. Need. To.
She looked like she was about to pass out. But she didn’t. And for about three
minutes we stood there, letting the beauty of one another engulf our hearts. A rush of love
came into our souls. Never had such a feeling been felt in my little deprived heart. It was
not infatuation. It was not foolishness. It was the pure, never-before-seen emotion of love.
“What?”
“You’re eyes!”
“They’re…they’re…bright gold!”
“And your wings! They’re huge! The way the just float in the air like that is
“Shut up!” She ran over and slapped my arm lightly and playfully. Once again, we
were back to our playful, entertaining ways. I smiled widely at her and grabbed her,
I leaned my head over her face and tilted her chin up towards me with my thumb
and forefinger. I lightly mumbled “I love you” to her and she lightly replied with an “I
love you”. Slowly and lightly I pressed my lips to her soft luscious lips. The memory I
formerly perceived of love had now disappeared into oblivion and was replaced by this
kiss we now shared. When our lips touched, it was as if life had never existed. The
imprint of her scent was left permanently in my mind. Forever would the thought of how
perfect she is be left drifting through the confines of my thoughts. Our perfect, romantic
kiss ended after about five minutes. Five absolutely perfect minutes that could never be
regained - but who would desire to replace such perfect time. Not once during this time
did either of us breathe. We did not hold our breath. It’s the fact that we couldn’t breathe.
Our lungs refused to move the slightest bit. And in the warmth of her arms, I promised
myself that she would forever be the joy of my life. Never would that joy slip away.
Never could that joy slip away because we were in Heaven and in Heaven such tragedies
do not exist.
Just as lightly and slowly as our kiss, my wings began to wrap around her body,
pulling her closely to me. The warm feeling of her body pressed up against mine made the
rest of time stop and stay in its tracks. Still our lungs had refused to move or function in
any way. And, that blissful moment came once again where I heard exactly what she was
thinking. I hoped she heard what I was thinking, because it was word for word the exact
same.