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~wrote this forever ago, haven't looked at it since...enjoy~

Falling from Grace
“No, excuse my language but hell no!” His voice shook me to the core and I almost felt my legs crumble beneath me.
In heaven, never thought I would get here, it was less than a few weeks…well probably a few years by human standards, anyway I died. Nothing unnatural, just cancer of the lungs. I was born prematurely and my lungs never really developed the way they were supposed to and that made them very weak and susceptible to diseases and viruses. This didn’t stop me from trying to do everything I could. Never asked for help, made me feel needy, I hated not being able to do things for myself.
The day I died…heh I can still remember the day, even if it may have been a few years for my brother.
I lay in the hospital bed breathing, shaky, through the tubes going throughout my body. I titled my head; with what little strength I had reserved, and observed the drip slowing doing its job. I found it funny that someone would sit around and just think up things like this, but now that I was using one…I was grateful.
“Morphine’s a beautiful creation isn’t it?” My eyes, as fast as they could, turned toward the voice, and I found my little brother sitting in a chair next to my bed staring at the same drip I was.
“Jacob, what chu doin here?” My voice was weak, but I tried to stay strong, even if it was only for him.
“Don’t ask me to leave Train, cause I won’t, you know I was always the annoying little brother..” He grasped my hand tight and put his head down. I heard him take three deep breaths and turn back to me, with pitifully wiped eyes.
“Don’t start.” Was all I could manage before taking a huge gulp of hundred percent oxygen from the tubes in my nose.
“How the hell can I not? Train…you might be on your death bed, and I--.” He squeezed my hand tighter and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it hurt; I couldn’t do that to him.
“Jacob, you know I’m not leaving this place don’t you?” I wheezed again.
“Train, don’t be a failure, you’re coming home tomorrow. I’m going make sure no one messes with you so you can get better and come back to school. You gotta graduate and then see me graduate next year remember? You remember don’t you?” he grasped my hand tighter, as if he was trying to anchor me to that room.
“Jacob, be real.” I paused and took another breath, not as deep as before.
“I’m not leaving this bed, you know that. This cancer kicked my ass…I tried.” Jacob let go of my hand and threw his chair back.
“Keep trying damn it! Why do you have to stop, your not gone yet!” The oscillator started beeping slower.
Jacob put his face in his hands and just started to cry uncontrollable. He heaved; chocked, punched walls picked up the chair and threw it again. Finally, he collapsed to the floor sobbing without pause.
I raised my hand and took the tubes out, I slid the needle that held that beautiful morphine and swung my heavy feet over the bed. Jacob still crying, I dropped off the bed and onto the floor.
Jacob noticed what I was doing and immediately got up, forgetting his own emotional pain, just because I looked uncomfortable.
“Train! You shouldn’t be out of bed; here I’ll call the nurse.” He started to walk in front of me to press the call button, but I shot my hand out and grabbed his ankle.
“Don’t you dare press that call button; if you love me as your brother you won’t push that damn button.” Jacob’s hand hovered in the air…he pulled it back.
“Train, are you remedial?” I wasn’t quite expecting this response from him, but I was happy that I was getting it; it showed that he still had emotion…regardless of my state.
“Jacob, I’m not going to die in a bed, useless, not able to wipe my own ass.” I pushed myself up to my knees and leaned back against the hospital bed, taking a quick deep breath. Jacob fell down next to me and grabbed my hand again but this time he didn’t clench it as hard.
“Train, are you scared?” Jacob’s voice wavered when he said this. I knew he finally understood what was going to happen; he had accepted it.
“Hell yeah…but…I’m not going to complain.” I needed to breathe between each word and it was pissing me off. I had so much more that I wanted to say. As clichéd as it sounded it was true, I wasn’t ready to leave…not yet.
“Train.” He gripped my hand. He looked in my eyes…I didn’t grip back.
“Train…squeeze my hand.” He saw my body go limp and he pushed himself back.
The last thing I heard was Jacob screaming,
“Someone! Nurse! Someone get their ass in here he’s dying!” After that I felt light, like everything that was weighing me down in my life was just disappearing, I was leaving it behind, moving on.
I would like to say that there was a light, or that I entered some gate, but I didn’t. There were just a grimy flight of stairs looming in front of me. There isn’t anything interesting to tell about my journey upward. I got tired, I took breaks and I finally reached the roof which is where Heaven greeted me.
It was really different from what I thought Heaven would be. The sun shone brightly, the moon was parallel o the sun glowing just as brightly and the stars seemed like a connecting bridge between them. and everyone here shown more brightly then they had during life.
There also seemed to be this translucent ground, I could see everything that was going on down below on Earth. It’s like we were on some different plane…well dur-de-dur I was in Heaven. Houses were set up everywhere in the sky, and the stairs that I came up from seemed to be the only way to and from the Earth. Maybe this was where Guardian angels came down. I wandered around for weeks not knowing what to do; I wasn’t hungry, thirsty or tired. I didn’t feel anything negative, it was… an Eden.
“No, excuse my language but hell no!” His voice shook me to the core and I almost felt my legs crumble beneath me.
This conversation started after I found my own home, it seemed to be laid out just for me. It had a bunk bed, I always liked being higher up, it made me feel important. The kitchen was stocked with all the foods that I had always wanted to eat but never cold during life, not that I needed food. The house, the food, the bed wasn’t important. The conversation I had with a guard one day, that’s the important part, it’s what lead me to an inevitable outcome.
“Why not, what’s in there that needs to be hidden and guarded by you?” I shouted back making Vigil cringe a little. Vigil wasn’t used to being yelled at. He was a tall man, of a strong stature. His voice was in an octave that I don’t think could be measured, and he always had a trumpet next to him.
“Train, in Heaven we tend not to question things that are not evident to our lives.” He crossed his enormous arms across his chest to emphasis the point that he was serious and that nothing I could say could change his mind.
“Vigil…I hate you sometimes you know that?” I laughed when I said this and saw him crack a smile at me which he quickly wiped from his face, reinstating his broody nature.
I walked around the gate and stared inside. All around me was light and sometimes a pale glow from the moon and stars that hung above us, but inside that gate was pure nothing. It was something that wanted to be hidden from sight, something that no one was supposed to see, or was it something that no one could handle to behold.
I placed my hand on the gate and I felt sick. Every emotion I hadn’t felt since I had died rushed back into me at that moment. I remember my sadness from leaving my little brother in the world alone, I felt angry that my mother gave birth to me prematurely. I blamed her when I knew that it wasn’t her fault. I wrenched my hand away from the gate and I stared at it, like it was supposed to look different.
As the emotions started to fade away I walked back to my home. All of the houses had their own personality to them. They seemed to accommodate anyone who entered Heaven. I walked over to my home. I was a single floor home with blue siding and two large bay windows, one at the front and one at the back. I had learned to live alone, without really being alone. I had all these people surrounding me, always someone to talk to.
My neighbor had died in the Civil War and was always talking about some type of history. Almost everyday he would be talking to someone and would be telling them something about what life was like when he was their age, when age wasn’t really an issue down here, time wasn’t even a measurable thing, let alone night or day. I walked over to my front door and said, “Open.” The doorknob turned silently and the door popped open. Just as I was about to walk inside my neighbor yelled for me,
“Train!” He yelled from his house. I waved back at him and walked into my house to be greeted with an odd sight.
“Don’t look surprised Train.” A female in a red leather hooded clock with a slit up the thigh, sat on the bottom bunk of my bed.
“Who are you? How did you get here?” I let the door close behind me. I had been doing things like this a lot lately, I was way more trusting then I was before.
“I don’t think that’s as important as what I have to tell you,” She took some gloves out of her pocket and slid them over her slender fingers. “but if you must know my name is Femea Dios.”
“Uhh…ok that answers one question but why are you in my house?” I was still close to my door and I was unsure of how to approach this situation. I had a stranger in my home and I was talking to her like she was a friend being introduced to me.
“I’m here to tell you what you’ve got to do.” She adjusted her hood again making sure that her face was shrouded in shadow.
“Femea is it? Look I don’t know what you have to tell me, but couldn’t you have waited for me to come home instead of just barging in?” I wanted to sound angry, but I sounded more scolding that angry.
“Your door just opened for me. I took that as an invitation, and that lead me to believe that you were the one that I was supposed to help.” She studied her hands then placed them in her lap.
I took a step forward and felt a wave of energy wash over me knocking me back. Femea laughed a little and got up from her seat.
“Sorry, I usually don’t let people get close to me.” She let out a breath and the energy was gone.
“So what is this thing you have to tell me?” She had peaked my interest, she had gotten into my home, had some strange and glorious energy emitting from her. I was infatuated with her.
“Follow me Train.” She walked gracefully toward my door and it opened without her uttering a word. I rushed clumsily after her making sure to swing the door shut behind me.
“Where are we going Femea?” She still had her hood over her head and she walked away from the housing area, and the gate. I wanted to get on the other side of those gates so bad. I wanted to find out what was in that nothing, what it was hiding.
“Train, please do pay attention. I can’t have you getting lost in this part of Heaven.” She gestured to the area around us and this is when I noticed something was different.
The houses had gone as soon as I turned toward Femea, the gates were no longer looming behind me, and I felt cold.
Femea walked a little further and then stopped. She rose her hand and beckoned for me to come and stand next to her. As I walked over the translucent ground beneath me became caked with grime and muck.
“Femea where are—“ I finally reached Femea and I saw that the ground ended abruptly, that the edges were jagged and broken.
Below me I saw smog covering the ground like a fog the buildings broken and decrypted. A steady rain fell on this part of Heaven and I could smell the acidity in every drop.
“Is that still Heaven?” I needed to know the answer; I needed to know if Heaven could contain such a horrid place.
“No, this is far from Heaven, quite the opposite actually.” Femea sighed, she turned back to me and sat down.
“That is Hell Train, that is where all damned souls are destined to go when they die.” I sat down next to Femea and waited for her to continue her story.
“As you remember, you came on stairs, did you look behind you?” I thought back to what it was like to be in that stairwell, I was only looking forward.
“No, I didn’t bother to look behind me, I just headed upwards,” I rubbed my temples, “What does any of this have to do with me? It’s not like—“ and then I realized something.
“Yes Train, down those stairs was Hell, eternal damnation. You weren’t drawn because you had no evil in your soul, you had no malicious intentions.” Femea pointed to Hell and my eyes followed. “Watch carefully.”
I looked at the acidic wasteland and I waited for something to happen. I soon heard a low whining. That whining grew louder and louder, then it sounded like a freight train coming at us full speed. The sky was ripped open and fire exploded from it. In this burst of fire several bodies were thrown forward to fall through the acid. Among them was my brother, Jacob.
“Jacob!” I immediately ran forward and reached out for him, like my hand was going to magically extend toward him and bring him to me.
“Train, no!” Femea released a small portion of her energy and made a wall in front of me, stopping me from reaching the edge. I pounded my fists against her energy, head butting it, ramming into it with my shoulder. Out of breath I fell to the ground, and her energy lessened.
“You, let me, that’s my…let me go to him.” I felt emotion wash over me and I fetl the beginning of tears threatening to drop.
“Train, you can’t. If you were to go over the edge, you would fall from grace. No angel has ever done that. Who knows the consequence would be?” Femea let the rest of her energy dissipate.
“So why bring me here! Why show me this!” I sat back, letting my arms support me. I looked back over to Hell, but my brother had already fallen and the ripe had sown itself back up.
“I thought that you should know how your brother got here,” I cut Femea off before she could continue.
“How did he get there? He never did anything in his life that would commit his soul to Hell, nothing!” Femea put a gloved hand up to stop me.
“Will you let me speak?” She waited for me to answer. I wanted to look into her eyes, to see what she was really about. I wonder if her intentions were pure, if she really was going to tell me something that would possible explain how this could have ever happened. I nodded yes and asked her to continue.
“I’m assuming you know the story of the Garden of Eden?” I nodded yes, impatient for her to continue. “Well it starts there. Back at the beginning of time God made the Earth, universe and everything in it. Now at first God created the Garden of Eden. This place was a paradise, a Heaven on Earth quite literally. And in the Garden God created two beings-“ I interrupted.
“Adam and Ever right?” I wanted to show off a little, to show that I knew this part of the story.
“Yes, right. He first created Adam and from his rib created Eve. They knew no sin, no wrong. God told them not to eat from a particular tree in the forest for this would have let them be as she was.” I interrupted her again.
“Why would God do that?” I had always wanted to know that. If God knew that that tree had such powers and that it would be such a temptation to the being he created, why have the tree there?” Femea rubbed her hands together.
“You see, God was curious as to whether he had created beings that would listen to him, and besides he wanted them to have a choice, to have free will and for them to have the ability to exercise it freely. So as you know Eve ate from the tree—“
“After Lucifer tempted her?” Femea held up a finger.
“No, that’s not true. That is just something that was told to try and explain what happened.” She paused, seemed like she was trying to collect herself to try and tell the rest of the story.
“ Every 7th day, in honor of the day that God rested. God would turn away from Eden and rest. On of these 7th days, one of the banished Angels reached the outside of the Garden, he couldn’t enter but Eve was close to the gate. The Angel seduced her with promises of a life even better than the Garden of Eden. Slowly the Angel corrupted her mind and her soul grew darker and darker, as she started to resent God for enclosing her somewhere, somewhere she couldn’t leave. She felt trapped. Eve’s soul now tainted by the Damn angel from Hell she went to the entrance of Eden and denounced God. She broke open the gate of Eden and let her soul free on the Earth. All the evil that the Angel had slowly planted in her was released and it tainted the rest of the world, but not as much as it had her because it was spread out so far. She was original sin, she didn’t commit it, it was she and she was it. God eventually imprisoned her and effectively cut the sin that was flowing from her, but it was still left, at least pieces of it. And this is why you, well you used to have a choice between committing sin and doing what is right.” She finally stopped talking and looked behind her at hell as the whining came back.
“So…what does this have to do with my brother?” Femea turned back around.
“God imprisoned Eve and the sin that was flowing from her, and put her in Heaven. Guarded by a gate, and cloaked in a sheet of nothing.” Femea waited for me to comment and of course I did.
“The nothing, that gate that Vigil is guarding, the thing that I have been drawn to is the Garden of Eden!” I stood up and took a step back.
“Yes, that’s what it is. You were the only person to die and be in Heaven the same die, you have a strong soul, and you have a lot of faith. I think that Eve is trying to use you to send her sin through the world at full flow again, just you being around the gate allows a little of her sin to channel through you and enter the Earth…she’s doing this just to spite me—“ Femea stopped what she was saying and looked at me.
“Femea…did you just say me?” Femea looked at me and slipped the gloves off of her hand.
“Yes…” She didn’t seem to have anything else to say.
“Oh my…you, I mean. Femea Dios…that means Female God.” I looked away from God feeling unworthy to even be in her presence.
I felt her hand on my shoulder.
“I just used a mix of Portuguese and Spanish to tell you who I was…I couldn’t lie, it’s against my own laws.” I was prepared to look at her but I felt her energy keep my head facing forward.
“Don’t look, you know who I am now. Not even angels can look upon me, not yet, not till judgment day comes. I fear that that day may never come if Eve succeeds in drawing you to her and unleashing her sin upon the world.” I still didn’t understand something.
“What is her sin, even the little that is going through me to the Earth, doing to the people?” I paused waiting for a response.
“It’s making the choice between what’s right and what is wrong a smaller gap. Now the people in extreme emotional states are less likely to chose what is right and lean toward the largest sin they can commit. They have no choice, but I can’t open my gates to tainted souls, it would jeopardize the souls, like you and everyone else.” I still didn’t understand, even after her explaining.
“What did my brother do?” I paused and before she could answer, I thought of his situation. He lost his older brother, he would have no one at his graduation, he didn’t have many friends…he was alone in the world. “He committed suicide didn’t he?”
I felt God squeeze my shoulder, “I’m sorry, so sorry…if I wouldn’t have made Eve…maybe.”
“No, you did what you thought was right, none of us can fault you for that. It’s Eve’s fault that my brother is damned to spent eternity in Hell.” I felt my body shake with anger…another emotion I hadn’t felt.
“How can we stop her?” I asked God.
“She must die.” God sounded sad.
“Take me back to the town.” I didn’t pause to think between killing her and avenging my brother.
“Close your eyes.” I did so, and I felt God come in front of me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and sent a supreme heat through me. A second later I opened my eyes and saw that I was back in the town. I turned around quickly and saw a light shooting upwards, then toward the incased nothing.
“I got to get started then.” I walked through the town and all of the souls that rested here stepped out of their house and stared at me.
“Vigil!” I yelled when I saw the gates come into view.
“Train, where have you been? Do you realize how long you have been gone?” Vigil looked and sounded concerned.
“Vigil, I need to go inside.” I saw Vigil’s face change the instant I said that.
“You can’t.” Vigil crossed his arms over his chest. Just then I felt warmth appear behind me. Vigil’s face turned to that of awe.
“God be with you Train.” Vigil picked up his trumpet; he always kept by his side, and blew a long low note. The warmth left me and the gates opened in front of me. Just as the gates opened Sin fully awoke.
“EVERYONE INSIDE NOW!” I yelled and all of the Angles rushed into their homes making sure to close the door firmly behind them. Cold wind enveloped Heaven, and I noticed Vigil was still standing there trumpet in hand.
“Vigil, leave now! Go!” I yelled, pleading with Vigil but he would not be moved.
“My job is to guard this gate, and that is what I will do. To the—“ Just then then cold wind turned stale and a black miasma spewed forth rolling over the ground like a fresh fog.
“Vigil this isn’t the time to be a lap dog, go now!” I was pleading with him, with all the power I had I tried to convince him to leave, to find shelter, but he was stubborn.
“No one’s going any where Train.” The nothing that surrounded the inside of the gate dissipated and I saw horror. Trees, or what was left of them sagged looking like they were about to fall over. Birds, or their skeletons, flew over the center of the Garden. In the center of the Garden I could see a tree that held rotten fruit on it. On the ground the mutilated bodies of animals lay with flies and ants having a feast on their corpses. Then tied up with his face hanging off hang a black winged demon…the one who corrupted Eve to begin with. The miasma continued to spew forth and from it, the voice that had called out to me, the one who had just spoken came forward.
Hair hung around her body, blocking all parts of interest. Her eyes were a beautiful brown tinted hazel. Her skin was tanned, she looked beautiful. Eve stood at the edge of the gate.
“Eve.” I said, trying to muster any disgust I could. But I could fine none. Vigil rose his trumpet and charged at Eve.
“Pathetic.” Eve turned her head away from Vigil and the miasma flew from her feet engrossing the on coming Vigil. He yelled in agony. He was thrown back as the miasma entered him any way they could. Through his eyes, his ear, mouth, it flowed through him.
“Stop! Ahh, damn!” Vigil was clutching his head writhing on the ground. I wanted to run over to Vigil, to try and help him but I was transfixed on Eve.
“Why even bother Vigil? What good could your life possible bring to anyone? I mean, come on you sit at a gate all day and you blow your trumpet for one person, that’s me isn’t it? I could see you imaging me all day, wondering what it would be like to be near me, to feel my skin, that’s what you thought wasn’t it?” Eve walked over to Vigil, the miasma flowing before her, covering the ground she walked on like rose petals being thrown at her feet.
“No..” Vigil began to struggle less and less. Eve finally reached him and bent low, she brought her face to his and kissed him. As soon as her lips touched his lips the miasma pulled out of him. Each time a wisp left he became less and less. As the last wisps of the miasma left Vigil, he turned to dust, he was nothing
Eve stood up and turned to me.
“It’s so easy to exploit those so weak spirited. In his life he was in love with a young women, and by young I mean under age. He never did anything, but he imagined it, he wanted to. He repented…don’t know why God let such a loathsome wretch in here. His soul still held onto those sins, I just brought the m to the surface, the miasma magnified the sin it found and in essence took his soul our of his ears, mouth, and eyes until nothing was left. Watching them dust is always so entertaining.” She licked her lips.
“You witch.” I finally gained the ability to speak back, I loosened up my back and thought something to myself…how was I supposed to stop her?
“God…she has such faith in the weak. Thinks that just because her son was able to stop my come back one time that you can do it again.” My curiosity over road whatever fear I might have had.
“You tried to come back?” She giggled like a schoolgirl making fun of a fat girl.
“Yes, his spirit was as strong as yours, I let my sin seep through him into the world. It was of course very easy. Even though he was a human, he was still God’s son, I was able to use the stair well to reach him and corrupt the people around him. Why do you think one denied him? Another betraying him? Nailing him to the cross, you didn’t think the crowd could be that stupid on its own did you?” Eve walked closer and closer to me, leaving the gate and the Garden behind.
“You killed my brother.” She smiled wickedly at me.
“I’m pretty sure it was suicide.” She laughed at me, finding my pain amusing.
“You,” I couldn’t think of a word that would properly describe her. “useless excuse for a woman.”
That struck a cord.
“I didn’t ask to become a damn woman did I? Did I ask for God to create me and keep me in some little forest where everything was happy and beautiful? DID I!” Her miasma shot forward at me and I put my arm out in front of me. I felt the noxious air impact my hands. I expected it to be just air, but I was a very fluid solid, seems impossible to. It burned into my hands, trying to open a way into me.
“Not, as easy as you thought.” Eve said laughing at me again, she pointed a finger at me and the miasma began to burn my hand faster. I could smell my flesh burning.
“Just give it up Train, you can’t stop me. I know you have sin.” Eve closed her eyes and took a deep breath inward the miasma was sucked into her, even the fluid solid burning through my hands.
The miasma disappeared and so did Eve. The houses left me, the gate was gone, I was alone again.
“You hated me didn’t you?” I turned around to find the source of the voice.
“It was my fault wasn’t it? I gave birth to fast, I screwed up your life didn’t I?” I turned around again and saw my pregnant mother standing in front of me.
“Mom?” She had been dead for years, what was she doing here?
“Hate me. It’s ok, I never really cared for you after you were born did I?” She walked toward me. I took a step back.
“You’re dead, how can you be here?” She was holding her stomach.
“I had to tell you, hate me please. Free me,” She groaned. “Looks like I’m going to do it again.”
“I don’t hate you mom, I never hated you.” I felt my heart pounding hard inside of my chest.
She groaned again and she lay herself down on the floor.
“You were worthless anyway, causing me so much trouble. That’s why I gave birth to you so early, I wanted you to die.” She groaned again and a baby slid from her and she dissipated.
“Mom!” I reached for her, but my brother stood before me.
“You left me alone Train. I asked you not to go and you left me.” He held his wrist out in front of me, they were mutilated. Blood began to flow heavily from them dripping on the floor beneath him.
“You wanted me to die instead of you. You thought I was the lucky one didn’t you?” He came closer to my ear.
“I wanted you to die.” He held his wrists over my head and let the blood drip down onto my head.
“No that’s not true, I was grateful for you. I was happy you were all right, I WAS HAPPY! I NEVER RESENTED YOU!” I yelled at him. He stepped back and let himself fall into the blood. He began to sink down into the blood.
“You hate me, resent, want me to burn forever. Do it, let go.” He sunk into the blood his mouth filling with the metallic fluid.
I ran over to the puddle of blood and shoved my hand into it trying desperately to find him.
“Jacob! JACOB!” I felt my throat being crushed, I was on my back.
“DIE, DIE!” Eve was on top of me her hair draping over my head.
“WHERE IS YOUR SIN, WHY WON’T YOU SURCUMB?” She was straddling my legs, her hands pushing harder and harder on my windpipe.
“I-Don’t-have-any!” I grabbed her had and twisted her wrist throwing her off of me.
She rolled over miasma surrounding her. She threw a dirty looked at me and sent her miasma at me again.
“You have sin and you will die!” the miasma came at me in one stream trying to enter me again, trying to burn me. It couldn’t. I held it back with my hands.
“Your sin is a piece of crap compared to my forgiveness. You know that, that’s why you’re trying so hard. You’re scared of me.” I pushed the miasma a little back toward her.
“I’m not scared of anyone. Not even God herself!” I felt warmth behind me and I knew who was there.
“Poor, poor Eve. You can’t go to Heaven or Hell. I gave you everything you could possible need. I loved you, but now…well he’s your judgment.” The warmth left from behind me and I saw Eve’s eyes loose the drive they had before.
I pushed the miasma at her and I watched disaster ensue. The miasma encircled around her and entered her. Her skin became black and she fell to her knees. Ashes spewed from her mouth, the miasma ate her eyes.
“I’m…not sorry. I did…what was right, for me.” She fell to the ground and her body became miasma. I turned toward the gate and the miasma was pulled back into the garden and the gate slammed shut, the nothing returned, to cover that wasteland for eternity.
“It’s done.” I turned toward the sky. “I’m done.” Warmth returned to the back of me and this time I turned around. I saw God’s face, it was undesirable.
“It’s true…you’re done, but you are not going to stay are you?” She knew what I was thinking. I had stopped sin form overpowering the Earth, but my brothers soul was still in Hell.
“Send me back to the edge.” I saw her face turn down, she placed her hands on my shoulder and I was taken to the edge of Heaven.
I was alone, as he was.
“Jacob…I know you can hear me down there, I know you can feel what I do. You’re not alone, not for long. It’s beautiful up here, it really is. Jacob, I’ll miss you.” I turn away from the edge and see the town in the distance. I take a breath and close my eyes. I had decided hadn’t I, long before I came to this moment. I turned around and ran toward the edge throwing myself off. I felt the heaviness before death return; I felt the warmth of Heaven leave me. I felt the acidic rain burn through me, as I fell to Hell, fall from Grace, I saw my brother ascend. A spirit for a spirit, I filled his position. I spiraled down and down until I impacted with the ground sending out a ripple that leveled any building that was left standing, it was 9-11 wide span.
As I lifted my head I saw the demons of Hell surround me. I looked up and saw the red leather cloak God had been wearing, descend from above, and I knew…for a fact that I wouldn’t be here forever. I would see Heaven again and I would be with my brother again.

-End

Eric Odum

[VEX]

whoa......thats quite an adventure he went through

I think you should continue the story ^^

[ElJefe_Ricanking]

I just might, but I THINK after I finish my current novel series I might go back to this one, polish and extend it.