David Harrison
His life had only one routine. A routine that I had been doing for years, working on it without fail. His day was normal, a morning like any other. But, apparently, today, it wasn't going to be like that. His deluded mind made him believe that he had a good day, since he had woken up without any pain or discomfort.
Even when he got up at a perfect time, without the need to wake up for others, without the need to clean, because everything was perfect yesterday, but even so he was going to do it, with the routine as always, get up, pray, wash, get dressed, have breakfast, and prepare everything for the oratory, everything was perfect.
But now he was in front of his inert body, which was on the cold ground of the land of the parish. I observe how he was, a strange position, even to have fallen from so far away. He was dead, he was dead in a stupid way.
Was that how he died?
Without more, without absolutely nothing?
Couldn't he die in a more peaceful way?
A simple trip made him fall. No, wait, it wasn't that. The rope of the bell was broken, he went up to the tower to call, so, when he got up, the rope was attached again. Then he rang the bell, but ended up stumbling.
But what was he going to stumble upon?
Those places were always free to avoid situations like this. I was sure he died before he got to the ground.
Did he die of a heart attack?
Do you hope this wouldn't be classified as suicide?
I hoped not, because it was an oversight.
He had no words for this madness, he looked up; it was an absolutely short fall. If he had fallen from the parish, it was a long distance, but short. You could say that it could even have been left alive, but strangely it felt long. Exhausted sigh.
What should I do now?
There was a little discomfort in his chest, he needed to clean up that improper emotion, but he didn't blame him. I spent twenty years with nothing more than doing that routine.
Why did I have to die like this?
He felt it was so unfair, at least he should have died in another way. But they are simply things dictated by the Lord, his all creator. He felt hurried steps; they must have been his assistants. Why don't I go down, they must have asked themselves. Well, yes, low, and in a unique way. Soon he saw them, they arrived and screamed when they saw him on the floor. Her cries were unbridled at the see of her state. One of them, with trembling hands, called an ambulance, but there was nothing to do.
His neck said it all. But he doesn't remember the pain of that.
He watched his pupils cry inconsolably, he didn't know how to give them some kind of comfort in this state. He was a soul, a soul, now in the world.
What would I do now?
Was this what came after death?
Wander?
Wasn't it ascending to heaven or hell?
Reincarnate?
What would he do?
He chose to wander, he didn't see anyone coming to pick him up. All he had left was, to wait and wander the earth. But before he could take a step towards the road, a huge portal appeared in front of him.
Strange color. Soon he observed how it began to open. You saw on the top, a ladder all the way down, but above all it was the number of people below, the huge city and the huge place. But above all his design, something told him that it was not heaven.
He swallowed saliva at the sight, he was nervous, he wouldn't lie, his stomach pressed against him, before fear and anxiety. But what could I do? Was it hell? It couldn't be that.
The place did look a bit strange, but it shouldn't be hell. It was a huge city, perhaps beyond a continent, huge houses, parks, somewhat strange nature, statues with shapes, and he could notice one or the other person with certain costumes. The place, if it was noticeable as if it were the afterlife, there were large walls, protecting it, but on the edge of the other side, there was only a huge crack, and seven well-positioned towers, closing the site.
Apparently you could consider the castle, that space, but it's not safe.
He took a breath, approached slightly and observed. If it was that hell, I had questions and many.
Why was it like that?
Shouldn't there be fire and screams?
Demons torturing?
Tempting, sinning?
Shouldn't there be more regrets?
And where is Mr. Devil?
Why don't I see blood?
Why aren't there people being hurt?
Where are the devils in the Bible?
Apart from those questions there were also:
Why was he going to that place?
Did he commit any sin before he died?
Or...
Would it be that sin?
Would it really be that sin?
If that were the case, then what would happen to him?
Would this be the right place?
Or was there something more secret?
A facade?
No, I didn't believe anything like that. But he had been serving God for many years, two full decades of his life, he entered the monastery when he was twenty-two years old, they are twenty years of service. Even so, he sinned during his thoughts more than once, but he tried to be faithful and devoted, and finally on his way he succeeded.
Even so, this is shocking for him.
Sigh, I should simply accept this fact, the fact that it is destined for that place. He took a step towards the portal, stepping firmly and began to descend. It was strange, I had never seen a place like that, I could still breathe well, well, if the soul breathed. But he felt like a living human, as simple as that.
As he went down, he calmed down, he had to do it.
He was going to stay calm, he was the son of God, a faithful servant of his lord, and created. And as it should be, I would accept his punishment with honor and happiness. Devoted to God, respectful of his merciful angel, his lord and master of all his creator. I take a deep breath and accept everything, everything, every punishment or offense that they throw at him. Advanced, without hesitation, if it was what the gentleman wanted, he would accept it.
It can even be a divine test, he would take it with honor, whether it was punishment or a value of his honor. Although in his mind this was repeated over and over again, something in his stomach settled, and in his heart it vibrated, as if digesting, that this place was his home.
It was a strange feeling, it was really strange the feeling of finally feeling at home. Although his mind told him that it was impossible, that maybe it was an illusion, something very deep inside him. He said that this place was his home.
An emotion, a very strange emotion, was vibrating in him. It was like telling him that that place was what he had been looking for for a long time. Maybe even beyond his time on earth. A feeling of emptiness that he has felt for years was filling up little by little, as he went down each step.
The huge staircase gave him a feeling of peace, as if it was made for that moment. He shook his head, and looked around. Even in the high place he was, there were certain creatures looking at him, but they simply hovered around him, as if they were looking at him, wondering something.
The curious little animals were cute.
When he finally took the last step, he did not expect to be quickly seen at all, he watched the "people" whisper and look at him in amazement. One of them gave a choked scream and ran to another place. They all had some human traits, but their tails, marks, or even eyes noticed that they were not.
Has he gotten into a different world?
Were there more worlds?
Before he could digress further, the person who had left ran back with a man. Apparently, a guard for the suit was something similar to a royal guard, but it had a type of fabric that reminded him of the Han fu clothing, from China.
The guard looked at him surprised, then horrified, and then rubbed his face quickly, to look at him again surprised. It was like I couldn't believe he was really there.
Did he make a mistake?
Shouldn't I come here?
Oh, should he have entered somewhere else?
Was it to be registered?
Did hell have a record?
Or did someone have to go pick it up?
Finally, I chose to talk.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked somewhat confused, because of the man's face, who was beginning to panic.
Something told him that he shouldn't have gone down, that maybe this wasn't the right place, but his heart, foolish like himself, refused that thought. I watch the man finally clear his throat and let out almost a shrill scream.
- That's what I ask myself! What does something like you do in this place! - the man shouted.
To say that he was stunned was not enough, he has called him in such a derogatory way.
Do I call it something?
Do I really call it something?
He was a human!
Well, a soul. But human.
Before being able to make any claim to him, the man stood up straight and released a strong but very cheerful.
- Oh, prince, greetings! - the guard shouted, looking behind me.
Well, I hoped it wasn't a demonic, creepy being, because I didn't want to scream and offend anyone. I took a breath and no, he didn't dare to turn, he just felt his presence nearby. I hoped it wasn't the devil, I didn't want to see.
- Why so much scandal? And what does this thing do here? - asked a voice behind him. And again they had called him something.
I'm not a thing!
I wanted to scream. When I turned to face him, I was simply captivated. He couldn't help it, he had a beautiful beauty, but above all it's as if his brain automatically refused to call the man in front of him from some despot.
Oh, God, and what a man!
A man with white eyes. A pure white color, almost makes you doubt if they are real. Those eyes were accompanied by blond hair, so fine and elegant, as if they were half-made gold threads. His features were quite defined, it was like seeing a portrait of an angel, one of those painted in large galleries.
I could easily go through one of them.
The man laughed at my stupor, which was embarrassing; I was like a fool looking at him. I couldn't help it, it's attractive, charismatic, but above all it's the beauty it has, it definitely reminds them of certain portraits.
- I'm sorry. - I apologized. Even if he was a demon, or his appearance was false, respect was due, it was rude to look at someone that way, and above all he was a prince. One of the princes, possibly from this place, may even be tortured by him.
"Don't worry, it's normal." I introduce myself, I am the sin of laziness, my name is Ziel de Abezeth, the third prince of the underworld. - He introduced himself with absolute elegance.
Well, I confirm several things in that sentence.
It's a sin.
We're in hell.
I'm in front of one of the main ones in the underworld.
And possibly die.
- But before we continue with this little talk, I want to ask you something. - He leaned slightly over me. - How did you get here? - he asked.
Without saying anything, I pointed to the ladder, which was almost disappearing in the sky. He followed my finger, and wrinkled his face. His jaw clenched quite hard, to the point that the veins were marked.
— Weird. —
Did he call it weird now?
Weird, him?
He sighed exhausted, he couldn't say anything to him, it was to kill him, and it seems that he was wrong, he shouldn't be here. He looked at the prince, who was now looking at him, and he had a notebook in his hand, turning the sheets quickly.
"An estimated time?" asked Prince Ziel, as he turned around and wrote something on a piece of paper or skin? To a guard. This one soon ran out, to take that message to who knows where.
- Minutes? - I asked doubtfully.
The truth is, he didn't know how he died and he doesn't remember an exact time, since he usually stays a few minutes on the tower looking at the landscape.
- In your world it may be minutes, but in ours it may be hours. Was there any demon or angel to guide you? - the prince asked while writing on a golden paper now. Soon he snaps his fingers and the golden paper faded, good. If it was hell, there was magic here.
- No, just a portal opened and I walked. -
He looked at me as if I were stupid, but they couldn't blame him, he saw that and went down. It's not like he died before and remembered the whole process of his life.
"... This is bad," the prince whispered, but I managed to hear it. "Follow me and don't let anyone touch you." We must find out why you are here. —
I advanced with a firm step, of course I followed him quickly, I would not be left behind, and if he said not to touch me, it must have been for something.
But...
What happens if they touch it?
Why shouldn't I be here?
Who opened that portal then?
Who do I have to call?
To Lucifer?
I hoped not, I wouldn't know what that being would be like. To be honest, I wanted to ask the reason for all these questions, and in addition to these questions I wanted to ask many more.
As if the sin of your sexuality is a sin?
If I end up here, why did she kiss a boy at 16, and sleep with another at 20?
Or why did he yell at his mother?
Or was it that time that he confronted his father?
He couldn't help it, she took him to the limit and was so cruel with his words. Although his father didn't hit him, he said hurtful things. He had so much to ask, but he opted for silence. And walking behind him, it wouldn't be good at all to ask, for now I just had to shut up and follow the prince.
He said it was a mistake, so maybe he shouldn't even have died. He looked at Prince Ziel's back, he read with absolute calm, while people made their way before him. Although strangely they didn't do it with fear, they did it with happiness and grace.
- You were killed. - Suddenly out of nowhere, the prince informed me about that. I was looking at him surprised. - This is bad, because your death comes out as murder, but the culprit doesn't come out. - He sighed more for him, but he still heard it.