HIM

I had an epiphany last night. And oh Jesus it has put me in a terrible position.

In the United States it was happening. Somewhere in Peru children clung to Bibles. In India families are on their knees praying. Oh God it is happening. Jesus help us.

He was born in Spain of all places. A star shown bright in the sky and all the kings of our world rushed to see him. The savior. He would cure the world. He would bring peace. He was called Aliah. Christians bowed to him, Jews kissed his feet, and nations fell. I knew who he was, mother knew, father knew, the church knew. I was a coward though. I watched as my parents confessed to Jesus as their savior, and their heads were then removed from their bodies. My little innocent sister slaughtered before my eyes. But Aliah took a liking to me. He spared me. I was a coward. "No, Aliah is savior." I will forever regret the words. As of now, I wish I would have been killed that day upon on that mountain. Oh so high. Probably took my family straight to heaven. A fate I have come to the conclusion that I will never see.

In Spain it was happening. I stood by his side through it all. I have executed young ones. I have conquered nations under his wing. He was no savior. The president was dead. All communists were dead. There was but one leader. And today was his final push.

I had a dream last night. Dreams of redemption. Of a world without Aliah. I only woke to the clamor of his voice. So shrill and dead. The voice of a devil.

"Today is the day my boy." He stroked my hair while I opened my eyes. "Let's go."

I proceeded to grab my sword and follow him to the mountains.

He was beautiful. He wore gowns of white silk and gold. His skin as pale as pearls. His hair resembling darkness. His eyes were blue like the sky I once knew.

"Stay here." He touched my chest. He continued to walk to the edge of the cliff-side. We had taken over most of Europe by now. The only free areas left in the world were there. The only people to oppose him. Today we "ended it".

This makes no sense. Our savior is on his way. The final battle is nigh. The dream.

He sat on the mountain side and watched his world go by. The lake polluted with bodies, the citadels smoking from bombs, the air putrid. And there was a peek of sun coming over the horizon. Its orange glow on all the chaos. I had to admit, Beautiful. He stood, and raised his arms to the sky. Aliah had a plan. Bring down the skies! There was going to be an event today. Something would fall from the sky. To what was going to happen, I have no idea. I only followed. But I knew one thing; it was going to wipe out all of Europe. Israel, Jerusalem, and the valley of Armageddon were going to be destroyed. And I was fortunate enough to stand by his side and watch.

The sky began to swirl as if a hole were beginning to rupture through it. I knew what I must do.

I began to step toward him.

Dear mother forgive me. I know what is right. Dear father I am avenging you. Dear sister I love you. Rest in peace. And more importantly. Dear Father in Heaven, I know I am no longer accepted into your realm. This is for the world, not for my redemption. But I ask one thing; forgiveness.

I drew my blade.

I walked the narrow path hanging over the valley.

"Aliah!" I screamed. He turned around mystified. The sky continued to swirl. And I whispered. "In the name of Jesus…" I charged.

Darkness. Had my blade fallen upon his neck?

***

There are only a few things I am sure of now. Aliah is alive being one.

That "666" still tattooed inside his mouth.

But hey,

Heaven is beautiful.

Too bad he will never get to see it.

 

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So this was something I wrote really quickly. But I kind of like it. I'm sure there are a bunch of errors and it's not spiced up with my usually zesty use of language. But the story in itself is a good one I'm proud of. It's also a lot shorter than usual but see what you think,

 

-Jake T. Edmunds