The Wrath of Jeremy (30 page)

Lucifer, his tears flowing with elegance,
pouring out from his undefined colorful eyes, as fast as he could
run, shot down the staircase and heard Michael bellowing toward
him, “You killed them!” Jeremy watched intrigued, seeing Lucifer
pass by him in panic, feeling a gush of wind rushing against his
face, and feeling Lucifer’s pain and fear in the wind he created,
forcing Jeremy to squeeze his eyes shut, not able to put up with
the pain that Lucifer created. As he passed, he noticed the side of
Lucifer’s image briefly, making Jeremy run down the staircase after
him, rushing to see his face. Jeremy began rubbing his eyes and
wiping his tears away, coming up to them at the bottom of the
staircase. He was now able to get a good look at Lucifer’s facial
features.

A subtle brush of wind darkened over Jeremy’s
face, with a tinge of coldness, forming goose bumps on his flesh.
Jeremy stood straight up, and his eyes pierced through the wind at
the face of Lucifer, and began to cough on his own mucus. A shield
of undefined tears blanketed his ogling, yet Jeremy still gawked at
this man’s face in awe. Nervousness traveled through Jeremy’s
bones, stifling his voice, numbing his soul, as words came out from
his mouth in a whisper, saying, “My God.” After he spoke, a scream,
a wail, came from Jeremy’s voice, seeing his own image on Lucifer’s
face, caused his own blood to freeze with terror, forcing vomit to
exit from Jeremy. He started to hyperventilate, moving about to
catch his breath. Jeremy kept his eyes on Lucifer, not believing
what he saw. It was as if he was staring at a mirror, seeing his
own reflection on another person’s image. He was structuring his
own panic, rebuilding his own nerves to great heights, only to have
them plummet to their death. Jeremy’s eyes closed to show the pain
he was feeling on the inside.

Suddenly, Jeremy’s benevolent eyes saw Luke
through his tears of struggle, and Luke patted him on his shaking
back, saying, “Yes, Jeremy, you are him. The one you see before you
is the one you see in a mirror, a reflection—you.”

Jeremy fell to the ground, wiping the vomit
away from his chin, and cried, “I don’t understand, Luke, I just
don’t understand! What’s happening? Please, please tell me, please
say something that I’ll understand, please, Luke, I don’t want to
be confused anymore. Please, tell me what’s happening, and why that
guy is me!”

Luke squatted down on the grassy ground to be
eye level with Jeremy. “Here, just watch, and listen.”

They both stared at the angel children and
heard the angel David yell, “I’m telling Father!” David began
running up the staircase with the other children and Lucifer
followed, chasing after them in panic while Jeremy and Luke strayed
behind. Jeremy and Luke watched from a distance, as the angels
reached the top of the stairs and entered the castle of beauty,
disappearing from their view, but they still climbed. Finally,
reaching the top of the staircase, Luke opened the doorway that
resembled a golden gate with beautiful, porcelain statues of angels
at either side of it, moving their statue-like bodies around,
depicting that they had life in them. They both walked into the
doorway, and once entering, they saw nothing but pure white light,
brilliance that didn’t harm their sight or make them squint, and
heard sparrows singing a beautiful melody. The light then ceased,
and so did the sound from the sparrows, and they walked through a
hallway that stretched five hundred feet in height, with gray walls
and English writing covering every end of them, from top to bottom,
and left to right. Jeremy watched this writing on the gray,
gothic-like walls that made up the hallway, and amazement was
captured in his mind. Then, with their legs still moving deeper
into the hallway, their eyes came across a portrait of something,
of people, a titanic painting, which seemed to look like a family
picture.

Luke’s finger pointed toward a person in the
picture, saying with pride, “That’s you, Jeremy!” Jeremy saw his
image on the portrait, standing right next to a man who seemed to
look like the cliché of Jesus, with long hair and a beard, seeing
that Jesus’s hand was on the shoulder of the man who resembled
Jeremy. “That was you, a long, long time ago.” Tears once again
came down Jeremy’s face, staring at the portrait, trying to
remember this realm, this moment. Luke saw the tears in his eyes,
and explained with even greater pride, “You were God’s favorite…you
were like his son…. You and the redeemer, the Savior, Jesus, loved
each other tremendously. Like brothers, you were, almost as if you
shared the same soul, but didn’t.”

Jeremy listened through his own weeping, and
then shouted, his cries echoing through the hallway for infinity,
“I don’t understand, the Bible doesn’t say any of this!”

“The writing that you see on these walls
makes up the real Bible. Man has never seen the real Bible, and
they never will until they pass through this hallway that you and I
are in now. This is the true Bible, with all the answers. The Bible
that Man has written, through the voice of God, has only a few
writings that are true within it, the rest was written and altered
by the wise, with God’s permission to do so. The Bible on earth is,
of course, the real word of God, a short version of these writing
on the walls. But this that you see before you is the soul of
Heaven, the soul of the Bible of everlasting life. These writings
have an infinite amount of pages, created by the true genius that
we call ‘Father’,” Luke explained while looking at Jeremy’s tears
falling. “These writings that you see before you are called the
Unbounded Testament, the Testament that embarked on its writings
since the beginning of time. It is the only real Testament….” He
slowly began to walk down the hallway, following the writings on
the wall, adding, “We are in the past now, Jeremy, the past where
these writings first began.”

“Why am I here? Why am I here in this
hallway, Luke?”

“Because this is the only place where I could
explain who you really are to you…. You see, Jeremy, you are
different from Michael, David and Gabriel. The difference is that
you have all the power of a thousand angels, and they have the
power of only one. Jesus already gave them a small part of their
memory back of who they are and why they were sent to deliver the
wrath; all they had to do was look into his eyes. But he didn’t
give it to you. The reason is, because you went against his father,
your father, our father, and therefore you and he are enemies by
right. In order for you to believe me and believe who you really
are, I had to take you back to the place where it all began.” Luke
suddenly paused, but then added, “And where it all ended.” Luke
paused yet again. “Jeremy, your name is ‘Lucifer’.”

Jeremy, without warning, ran away from Luke
with an impetuous outpouring of emotion traveling through his body.
Faster and faster, Jeremy scampered deeper in the castle’s hallway,
with an outcry of, “Don’t ever call me that again, I’m not Lucifer
and Jesus doesn’t hate me!” Unpredictably, as Jeremy scampered, he
noticed that the writings on the walls ended, and he saw nothing
but gray walls, up and down, and onto the right. He stopped in his
tracks and coiled around to face the last words that were engraved
on the gray, rock-like walls, feeling a gust of intuitive wind
surfacing his instincts, propelling past him and giving out a sound
of children screaming.

Jeremy squinted and read the walls, reading
out loud, “Lucifer killed Christopher and Peter, Father.” He
widened his eyes toward the new words appearing right before him.
“It was an accident, Father.” Jeremy realized that a story was
taking place at that moment, noticing more words materializing,
like a script. “I swear, Father, it was an accident.” He walked
fast down the hallway in order to keep up with the lexis, the
gothic-inscribed words as they appeared, reading more: “He killed
them, and it wasn’t an accident.” Jeremy then became aware of an
echo of another kind of voice saying the same words after he read
it. That’s when he turned around and discovered a large door that
was opened, with voices arguing on the inside. He walked into it
and saw Lucifer who was surrounded by the other angels. He saw
nothing but white light and the angels in it, still surrounding
Lucifer and arguing with passion. “Where’s God?” asked Jeremy.

Luke appeared beside him and tapped Jeremy on
the shoulder. “He’s all around us, Jeremy. He’s what makes up the
bright light!”

“Listen, don’t ever sneak up on me again, you
could have scared me to death!” Jeremy yelled.

Luke pointed his finger toward the angels.
“Just watch and listen, Jeremy, very carefully.”

He followed Luke’s pointing finger and gaped
at the angels. The light suddenly vanished as Jeremy said in
amazement, “I don’t believe it!” Once the light vanished, Jeremy
saw what the room held in its majesty, its magnificence, with
statues of angels within the room and golden walls that had
circular mirrors at every end. He looked down at the floor and saw
that he was standing on pure glass. He perceived clouds underneath
him, giving him a feeling of being in flight. “It’s one big
window,” he whispered, looking up at the vast ceiling that was
opened to the clouds, capturing a single angel statue hanging from
the center, levitating, make it seem that it was hanging from a
ceiling that wasn’t really there. He searched the surroundings and
then back up at the six angels, seeing a circular, bright light in
the distance. The light was approaching the children while Lucifer
stood in the center of them, with his face depicting sadness and
fright, as if he was in a courtroom, waiting to be judged for life
or death. That’s when Jeremy opened his eyes wider, noticing the
light abruptly vanish and turn into a man with a long, white,
silver beard. The man had one black hand, and the other was brown.
The man’s face was pure white, and the wings on his back were pure
silver. “Who’s that?” Jeremy asked with humbleness to his tone.

“Who do you think it is?” asked Luke. Jeremy
and he began to walk closer to the circle of children, with silence
being the answer at the moment.

Lucifer fell to the floor and kneeled before
the man of colors; the man spoke with a voice of strength and
power, “Lucifer, is this true? Have you allowed Peter and
Christopher to go beyond the boundaries of Heaven, and see
Jastian?”

“Father, I didn’t do it out of hatred nor out
of vengeance. Yes, this is true what they speak to thee of, but it
was an accident,” Lucifer pleaded, looking at David, Gabriel and
Michael.

Lucifer then saw Michael with a grin on his
face, a grin that meant Lucifer was pathetic for kneeling on the
floor with terror in his eyes. He looked at David and saw the same
grin, a grin that meant he was a chicken to beg while kneeling.
These thoughts concocted, built inside of Lucifer, awaiting words
from his father, God.

“Thou must be punished,” said God, holding up
his hand to Lucifer. Tears came from God’s eyes as he hit him in
the face, causing Lucifer to fall to the ground as God began to
walk away from them. “Now go, all of you, and bring me Peter and
Christopher’s souls,” God added before the children helped Lucifer
up to his feet.

“I told you Father was more powerful than
you,” alleged Michael, with Gabriel and David’s laughter to follow.
Lucifer turned around to face God’s back, feeling the rage due to
the other angels teasing, building up inside of Lucifer’s eyes,
watching God walking further and further away from them. The anger
built up in Lucifer’s mind more and more, hearing their laughter
growing larger and louder, causing Lucifer’s legs to begin moving,
walking toward God’s direction in a slow manner. He then ran toward
God in a whispering motion, as the other angels watched in
amazement, stifling their chuckles and piercing their eyes on a
moment they’d been waiting a long time to see. The angels, and
Jeremy and Luke, stood in silence and watched as Lucifer, handling
rage carelessly, ran up to God and tapped him on the shoulder. God
turned around and watched Lucifer in confusion, seeing that he
wanted to say something, but the words just weren’t coming out.

Lucifer’s hands were shaking, and his knees
were begging, thirsting to buckle, as he spoke in a defensive way,
“Father, I want you to tell them that I’m more powerful than
thee.”

“But you are not more powerful than me, the
only one who is, is the one who was created through my powers, by
an accident of pure fate—that is Jastian,” said God in a fatherly
tenor as Lucifer turned away from him; it was as if he wanted to
ignore his words of meaning. “Jastian is the Universe, Lucifer, he
is the pure power that is only in me, and it shall never escape. I,
Lucifer, am the only one with such a great power, that I am the
only one that is called ‘God’. Do you understand?” he added, still
in a fatherly way. “And once again, Lucifer, I shall never tell you
how Jastian was created. Ever!”

Lucifer then turned back to face him. Jeremy
ran up to them, trying to reach them before another word was
spoken. Jeremy, through his running and speed, noticed Lucifer’s
fists were beginning to tighten, so he screamed out, “No, Lucifer,
don’t do it!” But his words weren’t enough, for he saw Lucifer
force his fist toward God, and punched God in the face. Screams of
children raced through the air, and the room stood silent, while
Lucifer stepped back from him and saw a bright light shoot out from
his own hands and hit God in the chest. It was as if his own powers
were taking over his will to have control. But then as they took
over, filling his eyes with rage and fury, like a fire being filled
with more fire to build its strength, Lucifer finally took control,
and didn’t back off from harming his father. Instead, he continued
to shoot the bright light from his hands, and hit God with it,
causing God to fall to the ground and crack the glass that made up
the floor. The cracks began to travel throughout the room as the
angel children started running away in fright, holding the sounds
of the glass slicing away, echoing throughout the vicinity, with
Luke gawking at the mirrors on the walls, seeing through the
reflection that the cracks were growing larger on the floor.