The Wrath of Jeremy (29 page)

“What the hell are you talking about?”
Gabriel and Michael’s mother asked in a loud fashion.

“Your sons are angels, angels whom were sent
by God to deliver his wrath. We were sent by Jastian to make sure
your sons do not deliver it,” explained Curtis, feeling the plane
shake due to turbulence.

“Who the hell is Jastian?” questioned
Jeremy’s mother.

“Jastian is a God, a strong God, where the
angels who die go to be judged, as well as the sinners that Lucifer
can’t control. He is in the air you breathe, he is a Father-like
God to your God, created by evil and good. Me and Curtis follow his
orders!” Victor shouted. “We do not answer to your God, it is God’s
will that the earth shall end, but Jastian doesn’t want it to….
That is all I shall say. You shall not hear any more about this,
only the angels, saints and saviors shall know the rest of this
story: so tough. You aren’t worthy enough; all of you are a bunch
of sinners. We will take you to your sons now. After that, we shall
take them away from you and keep them till December twenty-fifth.
After the twenty-fifth comes, you will have them and our mission
will be finished. The wrath is set for Christmas Day, and once it
has passed with your sons in our grip, our mission will be done,
and the day of the wrath shall come and pass without it even being
called a ‘wrath’,” Victor added, squeezing his large body back into
his seat.

“If you are telling the truth, then why would
our sons actually take on this so-called ‘delivering of the wrath’?
Why can’t the Lord do it himself?” Jeremy’s mother asked quietly,
being afraid that her speaking would upset Curtis and Victor.

The two men stared at her with a sinister
glare, raping her mind’s eye, giving her a feeling of worthlessness
and sinful qualities. Curtis, his evil glare still on Jeremy’s
mother, answered, “Because all of your sons made a promise to God
that they will deliver his wrath. But your son, Jeremy, made the
strongest promise of all. That is all I shall say!” Laughter, a
stifled giggle came to his voice, baffling their already confused
minds as they yearned to grasp some understanding, but none would
come to their minds.

This new and abrupt information stunned their
souls, as they prayed and hoped that Curtis and Victor were insane
and that their words were nothing more than their insanity showing
through. But Jeremy’s mother, still with tears falling from her
parched eyes, looked at Curtis’s smile and listened to his
laughter, and then gazed at his eyes, knowing somehow that he was
telling the truth.

Curtis kept on giggling, repeating as more
tears flushed out from the parents’ eyes, “That’s all I shall
speak!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

I
n the darkness of
the cave, Luke lit a single candle for Jeremy to be able to see,
and placed it on the sandy, wet floor, where it balanced as the
sand pushed against the bottom of the candle’s wax, holding it
tightly and firmly. “Jeremy, wrap yourself in the Shroud and look
into the eyes of Jesus,” Luke’s words echoed, handing the Kerchief
to Jeremy. “Concentrate on his eyes, and you will see who you
really are.” Jeremy looked deep into Jesus’s eyes on the holy cloth
and wrapped himself in the Holy Shroud quickly, waiting for some
reaction from the cloth, wanting to see something unusual, to prove
to his eyes that all this was really happening to his frame of
mind. He gazed at it while he pulled the Shroud closer to his body,
tighter and firmly, hearing Luke’s echoing words,
“Concentrate…concentrate!”

A minute passed, and nothing happened or
occurred, but after the minute died, Jeremy’s sight suddenly caught
the vision of children laughing and playing while they held hands
tight and sang out with the ground being clouds of Paradise, “Ring
around the…pocket full of…ashes, ashes, we all fall down.”

Jeremy’s flashback commenced with a tight,
blinding pain shooting toward his temples, forcing his hands to
immediately wrap themselves around his own head, fighting the pain
and trying to keep his eyes wide open, not wanting to miss a thing.
It was as if something was trying to penetrate his subconscious,
and pull itself into his mind. He felt excruciating pain, like a
bolt of lightning was penetrating his frontal lobe. Or else,
something was trying to exit his mentality, his psyche, through
Jeremy’s pain being the evidence of its memory-like life form.
Abruptly, through Jeremy’s sudden screams, with his eyes beginning
to bleed dark red, the pain ceased to show itself, and Jeremy’s
eyes perceived a new surrounding, finding himself looking at six
angel children, recollecting that he saw them before. The only
difference was the children were a little bit older now, with their
size depicting that of teenagers.

“I’ve been here before,” Jeremy whispered. He
walked closer to the angels, seeing their bodies of beauty falling
rapidly to the ground with laughter following, motivating him to
smile toward this innocent, playful moment. As he chuckled a bit,
his eyes moved toward the sky, seeing that it was filled with
planets of different colors, shapes, and stars that were larger
than normal, twinkling over a great sunlight with no sun to be
seen. Rainbows danced and filled the air with colors of beauty, and
mountains and foliage filled the distance, clothing it with
tranquil elegance that lit up Jeremy’s eyes. He wept about the
elegance, and didn’t even notice that his eyes were leaking at all.
Mirror-like ponds sat far and near, and green grass paved the
ground all around Jeremy’s newly naked feet. He saw birds of all
colors and shapes frolicking in the great distance, singing a high
pitch that was soothing to the ear.

Through the exquisiteness of this realm,
Jeremy distinguished his own tears falling over his face and toward
the ground. Following their clear, delicate plummet, falling upon
his bare feet, and rolling off toward the green grass below,
puzzlement came to his freshly washed eyes, wondering where his
shoes went. But then he looked over to the children again,
listening to what they were saying and forgot about the
disappearance of his shoes, being in a sudden state of peace, yet
it disappeared before his very eyes when he remembered the reason
why he was here to begin with.

“What do you want to do now, guys? I’m tired
of playing this game. How about you, David, what do you want to
do?” one of the angels asked, Jeremy’s eyes widening with shock,
noticing that the angel resembled Michael.

“I don’t know, how about we see if Lucifer is
still up to the challenge that he supposedly said he would do?
Actually, the challenge that he said he would do for the past seven
years,” the angel, Christopher, stated with a snotty tone, pushing
Lucifer against the other children like a ball.

“Stop pushing me,” Lucifer cried out, having
the other angels pushing him back and forth like they were playing
human tennis.

“Come on, Lucifer, you told us you were more
powerful than Father….prove it!” shouted Michael in a nasty manner.
Jeremy walked even closer to the children and when he came nearer,
he realized that, out of the six angel children, three of them
resembled Michael, Gabriel and David. This caused greater torment
to his eyes, confusing them greatly, and he squinted, not believing
or deeming true what he was seeing or feeling.

“My God,” Jeremy mumbled, apprehending the
distinction, understanding that they were Gabriel, David and
Michael for sure, bringing his eyes full circle, and rubbing them
twice to get a good, realistic view. He then strolled closer to the
children, while they still pushed Lucifer, but harder now, and
Jeremy saw the struggle in Lucifer’s beautiful eyes. He felt
sympathy for him, even though his mind was taught that he was and
still is the soul of darkness. He wanted to see this other angel
they called Lucifer more closely, as well as the other two angels,
trying to see what they looked like, but suddenly Lucifer started
running away from the children, freeing himself from the circle and
darting in the opposite direction. The angel children began chasing
Lucifer with impressive speed and Jeremy started running after
them, trying to keep up with their rhythm.

“Get back here, you chicken!” the angel
Michael yelled out. Jeremy ran faster and faster, with his
peripheral vision noticing small light-like fairies running beside
him.

He turned his head and saw the fairies racing
with him, on both sides of his face, and he heard one of the
fairies say with a high-pitched voice, “You better hurry, you don’t
want this memory to get away!” Jeremy shook his head and kept up
the momentum, sweating and feeling his muscles throbbing, seeing
that the angel children were disappearing from his eyes, due to
their great velocity. Jeremy then turned by a large tree, thick as
a house and tall as a skyscraper, since this was the last spot he
saw the children running to, and turned by the tree. Once turning,
Jeremy found himself directly in front of a tremendous castle that
was levitated on a cloud, with sparkling, glasslike crystals that
made up its body. As soon as he saw this cliché of a castle, he
noticed the children again, chasing Lucifer up the stairs of the
palace. That’s when he yelled out their names, while panting like a
dog, hoping his voice would reach their innocent ears through the
beauty-like foliage that hung all around the staircase.

“Gabriel, Michael, David, leave him alone.
It’s me, Jeremy!” But they didn’t hear him, or else they didn’t
want to hear him. He then looked closer at the other two angels,
the angels who were named Christopher and Peter, and saw their
faces, bringing an ailing feeling to his stomach. He said in shock,
while a tear came from his left eye, “My God. Curtis and Victor?”
Puzzlement was his new way of thinking, and it was so tremendous
that Jeremy wasn’t about to stop and try to put the enigma
together. Instead, he scurried up the stairs behind them, having
their bodies still chasing after Lucifer as jealousy in their minds
kept up their stride. Swiftly, Jeremy observed Lucifer stopping in
his tracks and rotating around.

Lucifer’s body shone more light from it, a
radiance that could be observed as bright and beautiful. Jeremy
stopped and looked up at the children, squinting and trying to get
a good view of what was happening. Through Lucifer’s radiance, his
glow and light, Jeremy could feel his rage building, anger and
turmoil growing, showing Jeremy that every time Lucifer’s light
grew, it meant his inevitable rage and fury was birthing itself to
a higher state of acrimony and bitterness. Jeremy was far from the
children, but the heat of the rage was pulsing in his mortal flesh,
so that he had to take twenty steps back down the staircase in
order to put up with the sight that he wanted to see.

“Leave me alone!” Lucifer cried, feeling
Christopher and Peter grabbing him by the wings. Christopher and
Peter began plucking feathers from Lucifer’s wings, while Lucifer
wailed and cried out for help, crying blood from his eyes, showing
his white teeth from the shouts being so great; yet no one
complied. Lucifer turned to Christopher and just watched his
actions, helpless to the tormenters, seeing him plucking out his
feathers, watching the blood from the tips of the feathers
traveling down Christopher’s hands as his eyes peered at Lucifer,
grinning at Lucifer’s pain.

A newfound rage built in Lucifer’s mind and
soul. Sealing his eyes shut, he lifted his fist toward
Christopher’s face, hearing the echoes from the other angel
children’s laughter soaring through his ears, vibrating his rage to
a torturing frolic.

In the distance, Lucifer opened his eyes, and
there, in the Eastern skies, was a young, beautiful woman, crying
toward his pain, and he just stared at her, like he was in a
trance, being ashamed of the actions taken forth by him. Jeremy,
still a great distance away, noticed that Lucifer was staring at
something, so he followed his eyesight to the young woman, an
angel, fluttering in the skies, seeing her feel pain for this man
of powers. Jeremy heard Lucifer whispering, “I love you, Sam. Don’t
watch me, please.”

Jeremy knew he was far away, yet he could
hear his words, and when he turned to the young woman, seeing her
beautiful white wings hunching toward her teary eyes, Jeremy heard
her say, “Run, my love.” The young woman flew with greatness, away
from the palace and disappeared into the colorful multihued
rainbows that decorated the skies. Jeremy then turned to Lucifer,
seeing him shut his eyes again.

“That looked like Sam,” Jeremy noted,
remembering Sam’s beauty and the beauty of the angel, with the same
name, bellowing out her love toward Lucifer.

Staying still, feeling the pain from his
feathers being plucked, vanishing to a numb sensation, allowed
Lucifer’s right fist to rise up high in the air and punch
Christopher in the face. Christopher, in shock from his actions of
battle, lost his balance on the marble stairs and fell, grabbing
onto Lucifer’s wings for balance, but pulling out a clump of
feathers, and fell down the stairs screaming. Lucifer turned to
Peter while Christopher fell past Jeremy, and punched him also in
the face, causing Peter to fall down the stairs and roll past
Jeremy as well. Sudden tears came to Lucifer’s eyes, with a frozen
sensation being inside his soul, screaming out, “No! It was an
accident, I swear it was!” All Gabriel, Michael and David could do,
enduring their paralyzed, shock-filled minds, was look at him with
foreboding shock on their holy faces, not comprehending Lucifer’s
actions, not understanding what had just taken place. The angels
ran down the marble staircase in search of Christopher and Peter,
crying with panic, swallowing their tears from the forceful wind
that rushed against their faces because of the ferocious speed they
took on. Running faster and faster, they reached the last step, and
found them lying on the ground, mangled, with death on their faces.
They felt great bereavement for them, not speaking a word for their
first ten breaths, aching inside for their eyes seeing death for
the first time.