"Today you face the consequences for your actions and choices....."
Shit, shit, shit.
That shit turned out to be serious!
Do good in your life equals enter heaven and do bad equals being thrown in hell and whatnot.
I should be pissing myself right now from fear, believe me I know.
But, as it seems I don't get that privilege until my book is inspected and my fate is decided, only those thrown in hell get to shit themselves in whatever layer of hell they're in, I don't care and right now I only care about my results.
That's a serious matter, for every and each one of those whome I got to see.
The only creations who aren't shaking by the ongoings are these Angels, they just stand there displaying their mighty humongous bodies and glorifying their creator. Just to the increase of my worries.
Just the variety of devils be that in shape and scariness in looks or size should be an entertainment or a distraction for someone like me, yet all I'm caring about right now is my turn and result.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 making this line take so fast to hurry me to my judgement? I'm not ready to hear about my next fate yet.
Finally after god knows how long of waiting in worry about his fate, under the ongoing music of the Angel which Zico heard reminding each of those who got awakened that god is merciful and the end that he and everyone going to meet be that heaven or hell, is merely what to be expected from the one who created everything and gave us life in the first place.
Every now and then he would hear the sound of someone or something if you focused enough screaming for mercy then screaming in agonizing pain as their endless torment begins. his worry for his fate made his ears feel pressured and his hearing blocked. How couldn't he be this scared? Hell was growling right ahead to the side and buffing clouds of scorching vapour which loomed over their lines of whose who awaits their moment of being personally judged by God just like Ziko himself.
He saw that there's only a few hundred people remaining so far when looked ahead the line he's in, naked like everyone in the line and shaking from fear.
Ziko saw the pit which led to Hell to the left, doors to the right wide open and beyond immense in size.
The perfect doors were curtained by the light coming from what is behind them and the gentle breeze coming from there smelled like peace of his jumpy soul, he just knew it after hearing the confirming wail of the unfortunate soul which just got thrown in hell.
The line ahead never stopped. Those who got to cross the doors and receive their immortality and luxury of heaven, rejoiced.
They never looked for what happens to their close kin or their loved ones in the first life, crying honest tears of joy they sprinted away from this close exposure to Hell while thanking their creator for his blessings.
Those who got their books read in front of their despairing souls, asked for mercy as they burned with scalding fires. But never once, did they say this is unfair or any of the sort.
"Ziko, you stand in front of god. What have you done in your life with the physical strength that was bestowed upon you?"
Once these words were spoken by the angel in front of him, Ziko wished if he had spent his days helping the helpless and the poor instead of spending years surfing the internet or playing games.
"Nothing, except for the few times he took it upon himself to help a few grannies in his neighborhood he practically used us to masturbate more than anything-"
Ziko realized that his mouth was gone when the question was asked by this angel, on the back of both hands appeard a pair of lips who answered automatically.
Then they started going on and on, revealing each and every action he once took from birth to death. The book which appeard since he got awakened kept floating around him, as these never-lying lips spoke his actions the book opened with a detailed report of every single moment he lived.
Making Ziko unable to retort or deny, it became a gruesome wait with hope for the scale to tip towards heavens.
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The lips would change location to different places in his body as his book pages advanced with the report in the years of Ziko's life. They would reach the legs and speak about the locations he went and why, the things he saw, heard, thought!
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦.
"Finally that day we died he was delayed from his time with that woman who called herself kitty, he found a phone next to him in the park and ran after it's owner for ten minutes and in his return way to the "Sexy Bitch" like he used to call the prostitute as he sleeps with her he got squashed against the wall by a car."
Finally, no more pages were in his book.
His mouth returned to it's place under his nose, gasping for air, he felt suffocated by what he was certain as god gazing upon him.
Only those who entered heaven get to see his image, now it was the moment of truth.
Heaven or Hell?
What it is going to be?
"Neither."
𝘏𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮!!!
𝘕𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭?
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯? 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦-𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?
"Special Case." Ziko heard these words and felt like that he really deserves this one, "That was your motto in life, don't do bad and only do good when you feel like it. Consumed like a pig by the distractions of life, you acted like an examplary fence sitter with your life. Well mister fence sitter, the show is over and only because I'm fair. I allowed you to see the dread of this day and kept you to the end to witness it all, everyone except you is living the rest of eternity be that in laughter and joy or squealing in agony. Never to die again, you'll not. Each and every single one in hell would fight for eternity just to swap places with you, yet you're not satisfied with your result."
Again, the words Ziko heard from his maker made him blush in shame. Because he was eager to follow those who escaped hell and are now enjoying their everlasting aeons in heaven, the temptation and hunger for that place was wholly and entirely irresistible.
𝘚𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.
"Entering heavens now is impossible for you, yet you get a chance if you're hungry enough. Just like this test, which you appear to have barely managed to evade hell, yet can only be rewarded with what is equal to ruling ten thousand times worth of your earth for longer than what you can comprehend with your brain."
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥.
"But your intent is clear, you wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than heaven. At least the first layer for sure. Unfortunately for you, any higher than the first layer of heaven is out of what you deserve after your sad life. I had given you enough potential to reach the fourth layer but you spoiled your only chance. Those who lived, got judged accordingly and received their fair ending except you special case. They rest or suffer now, yet you don't get either."
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘮 𝘐?
"you'll start your journey which has the potential to take you all the way back up to this first layer of heaven, or to die somewhere without even having the privilege to be reborn. You die means that you are no more. The more you rise the closer you'll be to this heaven which you are longing for very much, good or bad doesn't matter as long as you don't fall."
Ziko saw his body rise in the air then get pushed away from this place, the two collumns of angels looked at him as the will of god took him towards his next destination.
His test was special, you die you get erased.
Even those who are getting melted in hell over and over as their bodies kept re-generating their meat and skin, may or may not get a chance to receive forgiveness after redeeming their sins after a very long torment.
As the angels bodies started to become smaller in his eyes as the distance grew, Ziko knew that this was intentionally done by his maker.
To show him how small and insignificant he really is once again, instead of blinking him to his destination god choose to show him how long and hard his aspirations will be.
Ziko understood that it will be hard and believed it with all his soul, yet he believed there was a chance if he did all he can to enter that sacred low floor in heaven.
Away and away he was taken, the source of light at a snail's pace kept going further and further from Ziko's sight.
He wished if he was able to move right now to slap himself in blame, if only I had donated a few of my money.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴.
𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵.
𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴.
𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘡𝘪𝘬𝘰.
Soon he saw his skin gradually peel off and fall, followed by his flesh and bones.
What remained of him was the feeble wisp of his weak soul, returned back to the bleak colorless void with darkness as a companion.
Soon he felt rough palms raise him by the shoulders then leave him on some cold uneven surface, his eyelids felt heavy and his hearing fuzzy.
His limbs felt unresponsive and outside his control, his skin sticky with warm and disgusting liquid much to his annoyance.
He felt his center of gravity getting flipped then a sudden unexpected smack at his ass made Ziko open his mouth and wail, this time he heard himself just fine.
𝘠𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺? 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.