The Wrath of Jeremy (47 page)

All heard a low voice, louder than a thousand
whales singing to a nightly moon. “My judgment has been passed,”
God spoke. The Dead Sea was resurrected, developing a life of its
own. It came alive. Fire shot out from it, snakes slithered around
it, screams and blood launched out of its liquid and all Jeremy
could do was look down at where Sam was standing, still in her
protective, smoky cone. Their eyes met and all the other eyes
peered toward the sea, leaving Jeremy and Sam the only ones who
weren’t looking at the fiery lake. Suddenly the angels from the
North, South, East and West shot down from the skies and started to
guide the people who were sinners into the Lake of Fire, pointing
them the way, pushing them a bit to get them moving.

“The Lake of Fire,” Sam said, seeing people
walking into it while screaming out for help. It was like their
legs were possessed by a force that allowed them to have a mind of
their own, walking casually like they wanted to, even though they
were going against their will. Walking into the Lake of Fire that
was now known as the Live Sea, the people’s legs moved faster now,
running into it as if they were being pushed by the mysterious
force. The boys looked at the people as they ran into the sea, and
all they saw was a long line that stretched into it. The people or
sinners were entering as fast as an eye could blink.

God, through the cries and screams, then
proceeded to step closer to the earth, while Jeremy, Gabriel,
Michael and David rose higher in the sky. The Lord’s left foot
touched the earth and fire began to shoot out from under it. A
chain reaction of explosions took place and the fire stretched
through all of the land and went to the cities and towns while
destroying everything in its path. The only thing it didn’t destroy
was the people who were being judged, as well as the boys. As
Jeremy looked down at the fire-covered land; he searched for Sam
and saw her walking into the Lake of Fire, crying out for help.

“What are you doing? Sam is not a sinner,”
Jeremy yelled out. “She is not a sinner.”

“She is your destiny, Lucifer, your love.
Therefore she is a sinner,” God replied. His voice was loud and
angry, filled with rage toward Jeremy’s tone.

Jeremy, perplexed, looked away from her and
his eyes fell on Gabriel, Michael and David. They noticed some
hesitation in Jeremy’s face, how his eyes cried with agony, how his
perception hid a mysterious thought behind them. The Lord started
to step his right foot on the earth when Gabriel yelled out, “What
are you doing, Jeremy?”

Jeremy’s head shook loudly, his eyes cried
harder as he searched the heavens and guided his perception toward
God’s feet of rage.

“I’m sorry, Father, but I am about to defy
you a second time,” cried Jeremy. He looked around and saw fire in
his sight as well as the skies beginning to glow with a bright red
color. He looked around and then his wings slowly stopped
moving.

“No, Lucifer, no,” God yelled out. Jeremy
left the circle, crashing to the ground in great speed, causing the
gate to break, which God tried to step through. Jeremy flew out of
the circle and the angels, light, fire and black hole vanished in
an instantaneous moment. He fell to the ground and darkness took
over the earth once again, leaving Jeremy, holding tears that were
engraved on his face and a smile etched on his mouth. The new fight
would begin.

 III

The Fight He Thought Was
Over Shows a New Face to Battle: Evil Versus Evil.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

T
he sovereign
clouds broke free from their flocked cluster, thinning out,
spreading quickly with a newly made wind, and the nightly moon of
redness glow was unmasked. It outrivaled its red shade of tainted
hurt toward the black soiled land, enlightening blackness to Mother
earth’s garments of natural bereavement and death; this was the end
that almost was. This was the earth dying, its soul’s desertion,
mourning its own death by the tears of the merciful, blood-filled
moon bleeding out its pain for the soil it looked upon for years on
end. Not a sound was heard, not a noise was made, only the small
tears from Mother Earth’s sickly body, weeping at its own death
that was almost complete. The corrupted moon, the voided land, was
now where it was destined to be: in the hands of Jeremy’s
choice.

Jeremy, opening his eyes broadly, leisurely
got up from the ground and saw the lake with flames still burning
shrilly and closed his eyes in gloom.

“This is what I saved…?” Those words,
terminology of undefined mass, came to his mouth in a murmur,
suffocated by tears, not knowing or understanding the blackness of
the land and why he saved it. He recognized the earth was
suffering, yearning with nostalgia, begging to be put out of its
misery; Jeremy kept his eyes sealed, praying that the clouds would
hear his prayers and make this land brilliant again, restoring it
back to the way it was. But then he opened his eyes, and still saw
the blackness, the coal-like textures, their tortured consistencies
that depicted the earth’s scars, wounds that he helped create,
disfigurements that he helped engrave. Melancholy is what Jeremy
swallowed, and anguish is what he breathed in with a gasp of pain
that throbbed at his heart unfathomably. Gawking at the
blood-filled moon, Jeremy cried out as blood trickled down his left
eye, begging the heavens for an answer, for clemency that only he
veiled.

“No!” Jeremy’s word screamed out of his
lungs, bleeding through his teeth, roaring to the distant moon for
him to be heard. He then stopped, ceased his voice and turned
around, observing Michael, David and Gabriel standing around him,
looking thwarted into his eyes of fury. Before anyone could speak
or give a reaction other than their glares, a sudden light appeared
in front of them and, through it, a man with a long beard formed.
Jeremy knew who it was, breathing in this man’s wisdom, seeing his
eyes of an infinite age staring back at Jeremy with an
unexplainable stare. As the man started to walk toward Jeremy, he
thought in his mind why his memory of evil hadn’t returned yet, but
the memory of him being Lucifer in Heaven had. Jeremy was confused,
disoriented toward his bewilderment; he wanted to know the truth.
The man walked toward the boys. In Jeremy’s side vision, he saw Sam
lying on the ground right next to the burning lake. Jeremy looked
at her; spreading his eyes to be more focused, he caught the sight
of her watch lying right next to him. He picked it up and looked at
the time. “12:01!”

Is it over…?

“Father’s gonna be furious with you,” Gabriel
assumed with an evil snicker, evidence that his full memory of his
past angelic life was established and found; the brat was back.

“Yeah, you always think you’re more powerful
than him, but you’re not,” said Michael with David’s jovial smile,
laughing at Jeremy’s position. It was like a flashback for Jeremy,
seeing through these new eyes that weren’t new, fresh at all, still
recalling his life as Jeremy, yet also seeing through the eyes of
Lucifer, like it was an open window, and he was looking through it,
in view of all the heavenly chronicles and memories. That included
his affiliation with Michael, David and Gabriel, and how he would
moderately eat dirt than glimpse them again.

I don’t remember Hell….

Over and over again, Jeremy deliberated and
contemplated those words, content that the sinister was forgotten,
but frightened at how long it would last till the evil crept back
up again in his mentality.

The thoughts screamed out in his mind, yet
they ended when God walked up to Jeremy, forcing him to feel
inferior to him by God shaking his head and saying in a
disappointing style, “You have defied me once again!”

“I know, Father.” Jeremy didn’t know what
else to say, but that he was still dismayed about what he did, and
why he did it. All Jeremy could do was cry his blood and wipe his
eyes.

“So I see that your memory has returned to
its fullest, but the memory of your evil has not. I have an urge to
know why you defied me again, Lucifer. Why?” God also revealed
tears of blood, crying slowly, retreating from his eyes in slow
motion.

“I don’t know, Father. Looking through these
new eyes, I don’t know why I defied the man whom I love the most.
Before, when we fought for the first, it was these angels who hurt
me and pushed me into actually going against you,” explained
Jeremy, pointing at Gabriel, David and Michael.

Unpredictably, in the aloofness obscurity of
red, a noise or growl was perceived through the mountain that was
to their left, hiding something behind its massive concealment,
like a giant hiding its wisdom. God, wiping the blood away from his
eyes with his white, rose-scented robe, gaped at the mountain with
dread in his eyes. Jeremy saw the trepidation in his eyes, and
became afraid himself. “We shall deal with this later, Lucifer. Now
and only now, you must fight!”

“Fight? Who?”

A smile was formed on God’s old image,
questioning with a roar, “You thought this was over? Did you? Did
you think that by breaching the circle, my gateway, that everything
would go as it was? When I told you to convey and deliver the
wrath, it wasn’t because I only wanted this world vanished and
judgment to be passed. No, Lucifer, Luke and my messengers did not
tell you everything, as I ordered them not to. It was also to
execute the truest tyrant, your creation that has God-like powers
but is not a God at all.” God executed his words, congested them
and calmed down a bit. “Jastian is waiting, Lucifer. He is still
flesh and blood, for the reason that you didn’t allow me to slay
this land. Now, you, Lucifer, must, without a choice, battle
him.”

The growls grew larger in resonance, brighter
in color, gathering Gabriel, David and Michael to take cover behind
a colossal boulder that was by the Lake of Fire. They all huddled
in terror and covered their ears to try and block out the growls
that got louder, growing immensely to the point where they couldn’t
hear themselves pant for air.

“Father, why do I have to fight,
Jastian?”

“Because, you created him, Lucifer. Misusing
the powers, a bit of supremacy I gave you, turning against me by
choice, breaking the law of creating a life, an existence that only
a God has the wisdom to do. You are not a deity, a God with a
divinity of goodness, Lucifer, and you created Jastian with my
powers that I gave you, and he absorbed the evil that manifested
through your own urge to be a God that you never will be. Thus, I
cannot destroy him, only its creator can obliterate its
creation!”

God walked up closer to Jeremy’s face, still
recognizing that the growls from the silhouetted mountain were
growing larger. He whispered, “Lucifer, everything in life has a
destiny of death, since you created Jastian, you gave him a special
destiny, an inevitable fate that would permit death to come to him.
What is it?”

“I don’t remember.” Hearing the roars growing
even greater, Jeremy begged, “Please, Father, I don’t remember
creating him.”

“Well, then, Lucifer, let the battle for the
Cosmos begin! Jastian has grown much stronger. The more benevolent
you become, the more evil comes to him. For once, and only once,
use your dark soul to your advantage. I never would have thought
these words would ever come from me, but fight, Lucifer, and
remember who you are, what you are and don’t let this name ‘Jeremy’
fool you as it has fooled others.” God then ambled away toward the
boulder that Gabriel, David and Michael hid behind. He scaled his
wise body to the top of it and sat, like it was a throne, and
looked intently at Jeremy, concerned that he wouldn’t triumph over
the battle. “Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap!”

Jeremy, with Lucifer’s eyes, stood alone, and
watched the secluded, distant mountain, hearing the roars, the
bellows, growls that detonated through the heavens and across the
bleeding moon. Not a sound was eminent, nor a faint whisper of any
kind, but the growing rage that Jastian’s voice gave. Jeremy was
all alone, standing in the middle of blackness, with the burning
lake, the boulder, and the mountain in the distance; he became
overwhelmed with horror, assaulted with a small unnoticeable
sentiment of gradual loathing.

This is my destiny…. This is who I am, what I
am, the whole time….

Jeremy was lost, fragmented into cultivating
enigmas that sliced through his brain with their venomous riddles,
holding him upright and alone, so deeply that he could barely
inhale the murky, smoky air that stung at his lungs. He was
challenged by his own heart of kindness, soul of blackness, eyes of
nausea, and mind of ambiguity, still crying blood that surfaced
over his image and broke into separate trails that ended at his
mouth, making his teeth look like they were bleeding for days. And
still, the roars were heard, the only sound that made Jeremy know
he was still alive, still breathing, still yearning to be in a
different position than he was.

I deserve this…. I am the dark one, for that
I deserve pain….

Suddenly, breaking through his thoughts of
guilt, Jeremy saw a large silhouette far from him, a black shadow
that was three times his size. Abruptly, the shadow grew nearer to
his eyes, and there in front of him, twenty feet away, was the
beast in the distance, a large reptile-like man with horns on every
inch of his body and head. “Jastian,” Jeremy whispered.

Jastian quickened his speed, running toward
Jeremy and portraying his eminence by standing high and mightily in
front of his petrified eyes. There, with only his breath and
Jastian’s growls hidden behind his evil gasp, they stood eye to
eye, creator to creation, evil to evil, looking over each other’s
faces like seeing a memory full of dust.