“It had a great, high wall with
twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were
written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel.” Revelation 21:12
Jim ran to the spot that Satan just
occupied. Could he have been telling the truth? In all honesty Heaven
had not been concerned with the planet Earth for quite a while. Time
moved differently for them. In the amount of time it took for Red to
ensure that his robe looked righteously tattered three humans will
have been born, lived, and died of old age.
“Belial! Tsor! Wicked one! Little
horn! Apollyon!” Red shouted as he shook his first to the ground.
“We do not have time for that right
now” Jim said as he exited the room. “One hundred million angels
and none knew this was going to happen?”
“How could they?” Red asked.
“Oh, shut up” Jim whispered. He
grabbed a cherubim that was battling the loose souls and demons by
flailing wildly at nothing by its small wings. “Where is the Lord?”
“Aah!” the human face shouted while
the bull and lion remained silent.
“Those always creeped me out if I'm
being honest” Red said as Jim released the cherubim. “I
mean...why do they even look like that? Seems a bit excessive.”
“That's what Raphael said so long
ago” Jim sighed. “Speaking of which. Archangels! Hear our cries!”
Silence.
“Well...that is certainly new” Red
said as he pointed to the mercy seat laying on its side. “He is
never not on His chair.” Raphael appeared suddenly startling Red.
“Must you?!”
“What?” Raphael said/asked. “What's
going on here?”
“That” Jim began “is for you to
know and tell us, Archangel? That is your title, right?”
“And what's yours?” Raphael asked,
taking a step towards Jim.
“Easy there” Jim said while holding
his hands up. Red noticed he took a moment to make sure his nails
were perfect. Raphael was the one responsible for removing Satan from
Heaven and knew how close Jim and Satan were. Their relationship was
cordial at best. Suddenly a roar split the tension.
“About time!” Samael screamed as he
raised his flaming sword. “Raphael! Are you ready to defend His
temple?!” Red took three steps back. “Jim! Surely you are ready!”
“I...”
“Of course he isn't” Raphael said
smugly. “If the enemies were a hangnail he would be our champion.”
Raphael spread his mighty wings and took flight as Samael followed
immediately after, laughing the entire way.
“I thought he was gone” Red said,
finally able to breathe. “He looks too horrible to be in such a
place of beauty.”
“Whoa” Michael said as he appeared
behind Jim and Red. Red collapsed to the ground out of fear but
quickly made it appear as if he were praying to Michael. “What's
all this?”
“Why does everyone keep wondering that?!” Jim shouted. “Was there no one paying attention to the
underworld?” Michael shrugged.
“You smell like him” Michael said
accusingly to Jim. “So do you” he said to Red.
“He was just here pleading his case
right before all of this happened” Jim said. Michael raised an eyebrow. “He says that he has not had any new souls in 1,500
years.”
“He even showed us” Red said, not
making eye contact with Michael.
“'He even showed us'” Michael said
mockingly. “Look. Your old buddy shows up, moments later this
happens, I mean...do the math.”
Jim sighed not wanting to waste time
explaining how that made no sense. But if he spoke it would make him
appear guilty due to his past relationship with Satan. The
environment rippled for a moment as Sandalphon appeared.
“We gotta go.”
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