Midnight Theater, 20 - 10 - 2008

The Day The Angels Died


The angels are dead.

It happened so suddenly, that nobody really knew what
happened to them. One day they just die. Falling down from the seven heavens,
like birds with broken wings.

Their dead faces were so beautiful; you won’t be able to
tell their gender just by looking at it.

Nobody knew what happened to them; none save for Him, and to
nobody did He speak of it.

There was Michael, proud and hard. There was Uriel, young
and stern. There was Gabriel, magnificent and grand. There was Raphael and Raziel
and Zephekiel. There were millions of angels none could name. All of them were
dead; their bodies sprawled across the road, on the ceiling, in the river, in
the sea.

We wept, and we mourned for the loss. We put their flawless
beautiful bodies in crystal casks, and we decorated them with roses and
diamonds and gold.

For a while we were lost. We did not know what to do. Some
went mad, some committed suicide, and some repented.

And then we realized that without the angels, nobody would
sound the trumpet that would signify the end of time. There would be no end to
this world we know. There would be no more angels who record our deed. And then
the preachers and pastors said that the angels are paying for our sins. Just
like The Messiah did.

There would always be
someone who would pay for our sins, they said. After all, we are the lambs of God. And He loves us the most, out of
all His creations.

Therefore sin all you
want.

Salvation is here.

And so we sinned. We committed all seven sins of the world, and
then some. Parents were eating their babies. Children were having sex at the
age you would not even dare imagine. Countries were raided. Women were raped.
The swastika emblem was raised once
more. Scientists started using human beings as their guinea pigs. Almost all of
the animals are extinct.

The angels were dead, but we got by.

It went on for awhile. You would probably think that this
was truly Hell on Earth. But you would be sorely mistaken.

As a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite. It was
Heaven.

And then the demons came. One day the ground split in half,
and out they came from the depths of the Inferno. Evil djinns with black
turbans, succubus and incubus, lesser demons with bodies of animals, ghosts and
tortured souls, Beelzebub and vampires emerged from the crevice, laughing.

And leading them was Satan, powerful and charismatic. He
held the Sword of God in his right hand and the Spear of Destiny in his left
hand.

Lucifer proclaimed that he was on a mission on behalf of His
name. The demons from the underworld were to take the place of the dead angels.
The Sword and The Spear was the proof that he was sent by Him. All this while
the demons and devils stood behind him, laughing and making a racket such that
you have never heard of your entire life.

Why He sent the demons and Satan to replace the angels, we
never know.

For a while we lived with the demons. They would eat our
babies, rape our women, destroy our houses, and wage war amongst themselves.

The preachers and pastors would say these are only trials, my sons and daughters. God has a reason for
everything that He does. The Son will come and quicken us from this torment,
and once again pay for our sins. Have faith.

Paradise

beckons to those who believe.

And so we waited, and prayed. But that day never came. No
one sent our prayers, which was accompanied with tears of blood and sweat, to
Him. We wept and cried, we forsook the sins, and we repented. Nobody paid for
our sins.

That day never came.

We are human being, however. We learned to adapt. Under that
blood-red sky, standing on ruined Earth, where no animals exists, and demons
and all the evil of the world ran a mock, we learned to adapt.

It was Hell, to be sure.

But we got by.