A giant empty hall with a throne in the middle of it.A man sits there pondering.A figure enters the hall and says "My Lord! I am here."
"Brother asked you to visit me?" He replies.
"He did." replies the figure.
"I am bored!" He says.
"As always my Lord" replies the figure.
"So?Why are you here?" He asks.
"Your brother has asked me to guide you on a visit to the human realm." replies the figure.
"What is there to see?All is nothing but insignificant there." He says.
"What you see is for you to decide my Lord." replies the figure.
"Well then,Raphael.It's time I visited the realm." He Says.
"Very well, my Lord." replies Raphael.
"Where shall we visit?" He asks.
"Wherever you want my Lord." Raphael replies.
"The most advanced and powerful land!" He says.
"My Lord! The most advanced nation would be Japan while United States of America is considered the strongest" Raphael replies.
"Then United State of America it is." He says.
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"Very well."
And there they were, at times square New York.
"What place is this?" He asks.
"This is New York one of the major cities of U.S.A." Raphael replies.
A man crashes in to him. The man tumbles but regains his balance."Sorry,sorry." The man rushes ahead.
"Who was he?" He asks.
"Oliver Quinn." Raphael replies.
"Why is he in such a hurry?" He asks.
"His wife has collapsed." Raphael replies.
"I would like to see further." He says.
"Ver well."
Oliver rushes to the reception."I'm looking for a patient named Macey Quinn!, I am her husband Oliver Quinn".He hands his id.
"Sure sir.She is in room 786" Receptionist replies.
Oliver runs towards the elevator but it closes.He then begins to rush up the stairs.He reaches his wife's room.A doctor exits from the room."Doctor!Doctor!How is she?Is she alright?" Oliver asks.
"She has collapsed due to fatigue.I am afraid she doesn't has much time.It would be better if spent some time with her." Doctor replies.
Oliver looks inside the door window.His wife lying unconscious on the bed.All hope is lost.And so he prays,prays as hard as he can.As he opens his eyes he is in an endless bright white room.He looks around panicking. He and Raphael stand before him.
"What do you pray for?" He asks.
Oliver is in a shocked state.
"What do you wish for" He asks.
"H-Hea-Health." Oliver replies.
"Whose health?" He asks.
"My-my wife's.She is ill." Oliver replies.
"Why shall I help you?There are many others who want the same." He says.
"Then-then help all of them". Oliver starts shedding tears.
"But if I cured, won't you people stop making medicine?You will stop helping each other.You will stop working.Stop living.Won't you?" He says.
"But wh-why?Why be so cruel?Are you not the one who made me?Us?" Oliver counter questions.
"I am not.I didn't create you.Your parents did.I had nothing to do with your birth on anyone's birth." He says.
"Please my Lord!I beg you." Oliver starts crying profusely.
"Why?What do I gain? He asks.
"What do you lose?" Oliver asks.
He smirks and Oliver's vision fades.As Oliver wakes up he sees his wife smiling at him.Her arm wet by his tears.Him sitting on the floor beside her.He hugs his wife and cries,cries that fill the hall,cries that fill the heart.