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Afterlife
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Now Peter had been doing his job for a long time, and for the most part it was boring. Sure every now and then some really nasty excuse of a soul would appear and need to be cast out, but for the most part managing the gates of heaven was a dull job that consisted mainly of explaining that, yes you are dead, and no you cannot go back to haunt someone. Still on rare occasions there was a mix up – hey Angels aren’t perfect either – and someone got dropped off at the gates that were meant to go right through to wherever it was that they would be settled.
A young woman looked with wide green eyes at the pearly gates, mouth dropped open in shock and disbelief. One of the newer Death Angels – not the most imaginative name, he knew – standing by her side fidgeting. Upon seeing Peter the poor guy let out a breath.
“Uhm, I think I got the wrong person…” He whispered, “Because she doesn’t look like a Mr. Franky Milos…”
“Yes, boy, I figured such, oh well.” Peter shook his head, wondering silently just who it was training the newbies that this big of a mix up happened, “Well run off now and tell one whoever it is who’s training you about this and I’ll get the poor girl settled,”
Once he was gone Peter approached the women, who looked at him as though it was his fault that this was happening.
“This can’t be happening! I mean… it’s just a dream right? And at any moment now I’ll wake up back at home in my bed?” She pleaded, “I mean… This can’t be right, this isn’t the Summerland!”
Peter chuckled, “Sorry Darling, but this is real… Oh! You must be one of our Wiccan sisters, got ya, well come along,”
“Wait, if this is heaven then shouldn’t I be in hell?”
“Well, now let’s see,” Suddenly a book fell into his hands and he flipped through it, “Jeanette Rhoden, 24, practicing wiccan – grade A. Nope your good! Well better than good actually been a while since we had a grade A in anything come through,”
“Grade A?” She asked faintly, more than a little confused.
“Yup, see there’s a scale to everything here, and the grades are basically for how well you kept to whatever religion it was that you practiced rules and how much of a good person you were despite your religion,” He began, motioning for her to follow him as he walked down a path that went through the pearly gates and down, “Now see Heaven is just a vague concept, to put it simply, of where the good place is that you go after death, for you it’s the Summerland, and for Christians it’s your general ideal of heaven.
“Now ‘Hell’ I’ll admit, I don’t know much about, and I don’t care to. If you’re a particularly nasty soul, with either no grade or a D/F you can be cast out. Now Atheist, they get the chance to be reborn so long as they weren’t the nasty ‘Fuck Religion’ and god hating ones. Those that simply didn’t believe and left it at that? They’re actually ok people,” He stopped at the edge of a large clearing that was surrounded by lush forests. The dim tinkling of a far off creek could be heard intermingled with the happy voices singing and laughing, some chanting, as they danced and loved around the giant bonfire set in the middle of the clearing.
Jeanette seemed lost for words, her mouth opening and closing several times giving her the appearance of a fish out of water, “It’s so… so… beautiful,”
“Yup, now run along and join them, Darling, I’ve got to get back to my post,”
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