The Wrath of Jeremy (35 page)

“My life was normal before, but after my
seventeenth birthday it changed to being totally abnormal. Yet, now
I understand that it was normal the whole time, I was just too
caught up in man’s clichés of a person being crazy and untamed.
They say if you see angels flying, you’re crazy. They say if you
see statues moving, you’re insane. And lastly, if you admit that
you’re Lucifer, you’ve lost it. But I’m not crazy and I didn’t lose
anything. Everything we admitted to you people we admitted through
our souls, not our minds. I’ve heard of a crazy mind before, but
not a crazy soul. Josh, this is not a prank, it is true what we
speak. We are the deliverers of the wrath.”

Josh opened up his briefcase and pulled out a
stack of papers in a speedy fashion as the anger grew inside of him
toward Jeremy’s monologue of—to his ears—insanity. “Alright, you
little shit, you all speak about some ‘Unbounded Testament’; no one
has ever heard of it. You all speak of eight signs to the wrath,
but the Bible doesn’t speak of it. Last but not least—” Josh said
in an annoyed nature before he pulled out the Shroud and Kerchief
from his briefcase. “You all say that this is what Jesus looks
like, and that this is what he was buried in. You talk about
flashing light that came from these two garments, but how come I
don’t see flashing lights now? This story is so far-fetched that
scientists won’t even give us the time of day to test the carbon
amount in these garments to see their ages.” Josh threw the Shroud
and Kerchief toward Jeremy and they fell to the ground as Jeremy
watched Jesus’s image fall face first to the green floor.

“You also say that you have powers, but ever
since you’ve been here, I haven’t seen any powers come out of any
of you. Jeremy, I have been watching the interview that was taped
the day you came here, over and over again. Every time I watch it,
I try, Jeremy, I try to find some plausible thing that your story
has, but nothing is plausible about it. Nothing in the Bible can
vouch for your story. This story is making many religions furious;
it’s also making many religious people afraid. You want to know
what they are afraid of, Jeremy?” Josh yelled out, piercing his
rage-filled vision toward Jeremy picking up the Kerchief from the
ground. “I said, ‘Do you want to know what they are afraid of
Jeremy?’ Huh?”

“Yes, I want to know: what are they afraid
of?”

“They’re afraid that you all might be telling
the truth. Every priest, every rabbi, every sinner, and every
religious person is afraid that your story has truth to it. The
Pope even fears it. In just five days, you have been able to scare
the shit out of every human being on this earth almost. I want to
know why you’re doing this, Jeremy, why?” Josh screamed at the top
of his lungs while Jeremy kept on focusing on Jesus’s image on the
Kerchief.

Jeremy placed the Kerchief on the table and
Josh looked at it. He then walked up to the window slowly and wept,
“So, you want to know why we are doing this?” He walked back to the
table and Josh nodded to his question. “You know, whenever a human
being doesn’t see the truth with his or her own eyes, then to them
it’s a lie. If they’ve never seen God, then they don’t believe he
exists. Not all of course. This Unbounded Testament that we told
you about is a good example of what I’m trying to explain. For
instance, you all feel if the Bible doesn’t speak of it, then it’s
a lie. But why is it that you all believe in the Bible’s words? I
mean, you don’t know for sure if it’s true. Well, the reason why
you believe it is because of faith, and also the clichés humans
gave to it. You feel that the Bible is good: well, why can’t it be
bad? You feel that God wrote the Holy Book, why couldn’t someone
else have written it? You feel that it is a non-fiction book, why
can’t it be fiction?” Jeremy explained before he picked up the
Kerchief and began staring at Jesus’s image again. “The Unbounded
Testament that we speak of is something that I don’t even
understand, but I know it’s true. The powers that we have are no
longer with us because the Lord wants the people to believe without
seeing … he wants them to use their faith. He took away our powers
of having him create miracles for us because of that. The reason
why we are doing this is very simple and it’s something that we’ve
told you over and over again for the past five days. We are doing
this because we were chosen. We made a promise to God that we would
deliver his wrath and break his promise for him, the promise to
never attempt to destroy the earth again. But I made the greatest
promise of all as I explained to you before. I made the promise to
deliver the wrath, and after that, I will no longer be called a
fallen angel. If we succeed in delivering it, then my soul will be
filled with my father’s love once again and I will sit on the
left-hand side of him like I did at another time. The only memories
that I have are why I’m here and who I am, as I was told, that’s
all. I—” Jeremy attempted to elucidate in a clear manner when Josh
interrupted him.

“That’s another thing that I don’t
understand. Jeremy, how is it that you remember who you are and why
you’re here, but you don’t remember anything else?” asked Josh in a
roar. “I mean, either you remember or you don’t remember!”

“Well, it’s sort of like a baby being born
and having the father leave it while it’s still in the delivery
room. Through that child’s life, the mother shows it pictures of
its father and tells the child what he was like. Finally, when the
child grows older, the father returns and the child knows him
because of the photos his mother showed in the past. The child
doesn’t remember anything about him; all the child remembers is
that he is its father. That’s what my memory is: I know who I am
and why I am here, but nothing else. When God touches his feet on
the earth that is when our memory will return fully. Luke said to
me that some memories might slip into my mind here and there, but I
pray they don’t. I mean, every laugh, every cry, every moment that
we had in Heaven will come to our memory once again fully when the
wrath is complete. I’ve seen Gabriel, Michael, David, Christopher
and Peter picking on me when I was an angel in Heaven. But I don’t
remember it, I’ve just seen it. I already explained that to you
before and you keep on asking me about that,” said Jeremy with
stress, handing the Kerchief to Josh quickly.

“Here, I don’t care if you believe me or not.
I don’t care if you don’t believe that this is Jesus’s image. All I
care about is my loved ones, and I don’t want them burning. So, I
have to deliver the wrath, I have to in order to save their souls,
as well as my own!”

Josh gawked at Jesus’s image on the Kerchief
and paused for a moment. “You know, Michael, David and Gabriel are
in rooms like this one in this building right now, and they’re
probably saying the same story as you, Jeremy. Sam and Mary left
two hours ago and went to New York where they are waiting to go on
The Frederick Redone Show in two days. That’s what this is about,
Jeremy. The Frederick Redone Show is a big-time talk show, and he
reaches millions of people every day. All of you are scheduled to
go on his show in two days, and I was sent here to try and stop you
all from this story of yours,” Josh explained in a calm tone.

“You told me that some guy by the name of
Luke said to spread your story to all the people, and try to make
them believe in your story without using powers. Jeremy, when you
go on that talk show, you have to understand that the people aren’t
all going to be nice to you. What I’m trying to say is if you go on
the show and explain in detail about your story and mission, it
will change this world for the worst. What do you think will happen
when a person from the audience asks you why the sun is no longer
there? What do think will happen when you reply ‘Ah, well, my
friends and I are the cause of the sun’s disappearance, sorry’?
I’ll tell you what will happen, they’ll get angry at all of you and
maybe, just maybe, someone will try killing you. This isn’t a game,
Jeremy!”

“Listen, Josh, it wasn’t our idea to go on
this stupid television show, it was Curtis and Victor’s idea. They
want us to go on it for the simple fact that they know once the
people hear our story by us telling it live, that they will
definitely try stopping us from also delivering the wrath. Curtis
and Victor feel that if they have the whole world on their side,
then there is no way in Hell we will be able to go to the Holy Land
and deliver it. But they’re wrong, we will get to the Holy Land
before December twenty-fifth, and we will deliver it. I know this
isn’t a game, but I think that you all do,” Jeremy stated, turning
around and facing the mirror. “I know there are people behind that
mirror, they’re probably tape recording this whole session. Well,
to make the record straight, this isn’t a game!” Jeremy yelled. The
people behind the mirror took a step back from it and began to feel
fear.

Josh put the stack of papers back into his
briefcase and slowly walked up to Jeremy. He looked at Jeremy’s
face through the reflection that the mirror gave and smiled,
saying, “Jeremy, I have been working for the FBI for thirty-two
years, and I have never, ever, ever had a case like this. I have
dealt with killers, convicts, rapists, cult members and even
bombers, but I have never dealt with a story like this before. You
are a seventeen-year-old boy with an incredible story, and
personally you top all of the rapists, killers and others that I
have ever seen. I never feared any case I worked with, but,
strangely enough, I fear yours. Jeremy, I want to know who the good
guy is in this story of yours. You speak of Christopher and Victor
as if they were the bad guys, but then you say that they’re trying
to stop the world from ending. You say that you all are trying to
destroy the world, and that you are Lucifer. Personally, I feel
that Lucifer is a bad guy, and also attempting to destroy the world
is bad. The only difference that makes your story confusing when
deciding between good and evil, is that you all were sent by God.
Jeremy, the plane is leaving in an hour and it will take all of you
to New York where you will tell your story on that talk show in two
days. Before you go, I want you to answer that last question. Who’s
the bad guy, and who is the good?” Josh asked in a pleading, but
calm voice, seeing Jeremy turning away from the mirror.

Jeremy began to walk over to the table,
picking up the Kerchief from it gently. He showed perplexity on his
face, and with it came tears that fell from his eyes once again. He
pivoted to face Josh again. “I don’t know…why is it for us to
decide between good and bad?” asked Jeremy while his tears
dispensed from his eyes more quickly. “Maybe there aren’t any bad
guys. Maybe it’s just good trying to be better, and arguing in the
process. Josh, when I found out that my name was ‘Lucifer’, I tried
to believe that I was still the good guy and that Curtis and Victor
were the bad ones. But now I feel that really no one is the bad or
good guy. If I heard a story about people wanting the world to end,
I would believe right away that they were the evil ones. But the
thing is, God isn’t evil, and he’s the one who wants us to deliver
it. They say that sinners are bad, but are they? Maybe the sinners
are really good inside. Satan was an angel before, and that means
he, or I, was a good guy before. But maybe we’re all sinners, and
this world is our Hell, therefore we all are bad guys trying our
hardest to be good. All these questions will be answered when
Judgment Day comes into hand.”

Jeremy then sat down in the chair, adding,
“When I first saw Christopher and Peter, I mean, Curtis and Victor,
I felt that they were the bad guys and I still do. When I saw
Michael, Gabriel and David for the first time and found out they
had the same problem with seeing statues as I did, I knew they were
good guys, but only because I knew I was good. It wasn’t until I
saw them pushing me and teasing me in Heaven when I thought that
maybe they’re the bad guys. I mean, they were the cause of me being
cast down to Hell; well, they were partially to blame, it was
mostly my fault. Yet I found out that I’m Lucifer. So, in a
nutshell, I really believe that no one is the bad guy, it’s just
bad and good working for the good, which is God,” cried Jeremy.

Josh walked over to him and began petting his
brown hair, like a father would to a son.

“This is supposed to be the wrath of God,
when in actuality this is my wrath. Michael, David and Gabriel need
me because I have the power of a thousand angels. But overall I
still am called ‘Lucifer’. When God touches his feet upon the
earth, we’re supposed to regain our full memory, but I’m afraid to
regain it, Josh. Since I’m Lucifer, that means I’ll have the memory
of all the malevolence, evil, dens of iniquity, and evil doings I
did, and the memory of what Hell really looks like, and I don’t
want that memory ever. Once I regain my memory, will I be evil or
good? Will I want to go and live in Hell, or will I want to live
with my father who is known as ‘God’?” Jeremy cried out.

“Well, Jeremy, since you pounded on the gates
of Heaven every century, that means that you do want to be with
God. And if you are going to Heaven, then I think the memories of
Hell will go away once you go there. If your story is true, and if
you are Lucifer, then I just want to say that you are the gentlest
Devil that I’ve ever seen,” Josh said in a joking way. Jeremy gave
out a silent laugh.

“Do what you have to do, Jeremy, but be
careful. Sometimes, in my situations, when my boss tells me to do
something that seems wrong, you still have to think twice about
doing it. I guess that’s your situation with God. One time, my boss
wanted me to bust a drug dealer. I went to the dealer’s house and
discovered it was my own son who was the dealer. Jeremy, I had to
decide whether I wanted to give up my son’s freedom, or allow him
to deal out the drugs that kill people every day. I love my son
dearly, but I decided to bust him. If God told you that either you
deliver the wrath, or else your loved ones and yourself shall burn
in Hell, then I would personally think about my loved one’s
freedom, or the freedom of many innocent souls, very carefully. In
the end, I would save the people’s souls and allow the ones I love
and me to go and burn in damnation. But that’s what I would decide.
Yet, he is God, and he is the all-knowing,” Josh said when suddenly
the door to the room opened.