A corridor of worlds, a thousand doorways, a thousand choices.
They assign you a world, and him, God, one of the other illusions, and he calls them angels, the drifters between the corridor and life. Beings of purity, they glide in and out of the walls, blurred between the lines of heaven and earth. They shine with such a childlike innocence, blessed ones, sweet with youth. They shimmered in and out of my focus, so close yet so untouchable, merging into the glossy realities of the corridor. I'm still standing here, conversing with angels.
An angel turns to me; her golden hair falls like a cascade down her bare back. Her piercing eyes search my forbidden soul. She reaches her palm towards mine, open, holding my life within it. We are palm to palm; I’m touching an angel. Warmth runs through my toes, I was alive, flowing with life. She plants a kiss on my lips, feathery soft. I was kissed by an angel.
I follow her to a dark doorway. Metal melted together to form a repressing barrier from the world held within. Hell with no handle. She doesn’t need to utter a word; inside the door I can feel the writhing of souls expelled from heaven. A tingle runs down my spine, anticipating terror. She beckons me close and whispers,
‘That door was bolted at the beginning of time,’ her voice creamy and playful, ‘he who opens it unleashes hell upon every world.’ Her eyes penetrated my body; a blue fire burnt deep within them and I felt my purpose. I was to open hell’s door.
Tears dripped slowly down her smooth face, in realisation of the hell I had come to create. She was a young child sinking into a mahogany doorway, a tiny silhouette.
‘Please don’t weep for me.’ She was me though, I wept with her then but each in solitude. My angel. Myself, my reflection I had lost in the mirror long ago. Droplets formed in her grassy green eyes.
‘I cry not for you, but because I am you. And you, you are the bringer of hell.’ She collapsed, a small figure glowing in the doorway. ‘You can never know, never.’
This is how I came about myself, my destiny, and my path that I would surely walk down. I had discovered myself, only to destroy life itself. The universe held in my lying hands.
I drew my hand close to the door, the metal scolded, a warning of what was to come. The heat surged through my body and I felt power, I had total control. I felt whole with hell in my hands.
I sucked in time, it caught in my breathless throat. Only the world waited for me. I pushed the door.
Flames soared and hell enveloped life. I shattered inside; death had come to greet me at last. Still my angel’s words echoed off vanished walls. ‘Bringer of hell.’
And there stood one world, the creation of hell. Your world.
Do you think you belong now?
