Well this is it. This is ground zero. I never expected to reach here ever but here i am.
I was sent by my father onto this planet for one purpose only, Healing. But since that didn't happen i cannot really say that I am not to blame.
Year 2013, October 1st, I was sent to the Earth to clear all suffering, I was sent here to rid the world of evil and hate, I could not believe it when i was holding the gun to my own brother's forehead.
God himself had sent me to clear the world of sickness, i descended from the heavens in a comparatively human form, apart from the wings and the clothing, I was almost human. Moving into an apartment was quite the job considering i didn't know anything about this place humans refer to as
"Manhattan". I found refuge in a busted apartment complex beside a coffee shop. My neighbors were quite the sweethearts bringing me a welcoming cake and gifting me things like lamps, portraits and so on. But this one person, this neighbor of mine, he was a tall dark and swarthy man with a scar across his face and something that looked like a dagger of some sort in one of his pockets. He would leave his house at approximately 9:30 in the morning and return only when it is late at night about one in the morning.
Thinking that he was just another commoner I went back to my mission of clearing sickness, I began with the local orphanage. The looks of sadness in the eyes of some of the children was enough to melt even the hardest stone. The tears of unfathomable sorrow in the eyes of some of those who were unfortunate enough to watch themselves become orphans made me angry at humanity for inflicting such pain on these poor souls. Looking at all the sorrow in their eyes I requested my father to show his generosity and perform a miracle such that all of them could live happy and fruitful lives, and lo!
his divine grace shined his light upon them and immediately the look of sorrow vanished from their faces and was filled with happiness.
After a job well done i return to my apartment complex to rest, this human form may be good but it most definitely is not efficient. I was pretty surprised to see that my tall dark neighbor was back early from whatever it is that he does, he gives me a look, his eyes sent a chill down my spine. I could recognize those eyes anywhere, and most probably, he too could recognize mine because after our brief glance at each other he swiftly closed his door and bolted it. I had a feeling that he was here, I knew since he is on this planet also i could not ever be successful in my job. I sat on my couch and thought to myself, did my father send him to this planet to balance out pain and happiness? Well by the look of it, it seems like the pain and suffering was overpowering love and happiness.
My brother was winning. Quickly I jumped off my couch and had half a mind to go there and end everything right away. But then i remembered what i was sent to the planet for, my one and only job as my father's son. Ignoring this thought of mine was one of the biggest mistakes i had ever made.
The next day i set out on my job, this time to a hospital. All around me i could see suffering and death, i could not imagine that this was the fate so many people go through. But to my surprise i found out that my brother was standing right there sucking the happiness out of this young boy turning him into a sick old man. I had to stop him. But i could not disclose my identity so i chose to let it go and deal with it later. In the apartment i was waiting for his return. He did not return.
I went out searching for him. I found him in a dark place with some sort of syringe in his hand containing a transparent fluid. It looked like he was waiting for me, preparing for the attack, like i had made a big mistake coming to this planet in the first place. He takes out a gun and fires three bullets at me. The first two had missed but the third one hit my knee cap, i could not walk properly. The human form was too weak for me to control now so i had to come into my original form. A dense dark aura of despair surrounded him and he too transformed into his true form, the controller of death and despair, my brother, Lucifer. although he was strong the battle had finally ended. He was standing above me with his foot on my back. I was bleeding profusely, everything was lost. but in the distance my blurred vision could focus on one object only, The gun just a few feet away from me. I pushed him away from me and with one swift blow to the chest I could buy enough time to grab hold of the gun and stand up.
I aimed for his chest but shot his shoulder because i was disoriented from fighting and mortal weapons were stupid.
"Now wait brother, we can make a deal, i swear what i was doing was for a good purpose", he said.
I took aim and shot him on the knee, this time my shot was accurate enough to get him on his knees.
As i approached the bleeding body of my brother all i could think of was killing him and ridding the world of evil. But the thought of him being my brother did not make that decision any easier.
I pointed my gun on his forehead.
"I can explain!", he said
"What i was doing was not causing pain to that man, He was a notorious criminal who had murdered his own son to win a bet. He sold his wife to a drug dealer because he could not pay his dues so i had to punish him. I had come down here to remove the evil from this world but the contaminated minds of the people on the planet made it look like the suffering i caused to the evil people on the planet was another form of evil for which i should be punished. I swear by my father that i am not at fault here!."
His words did seem sincere, the evil minds here on this planet did bring about this question in my head to forgive him and let things go, after all he is my brother.
I could not decide what to do, I was holding a gun to my brother's forehead just thinking. Thinking that with the pull of a trigger i may kill an innocent man, My father would never forgive me for this.
So i dropped the gun and left him to bleed. While he was on the ground, I turned back to look at him once more. His face was swollen and filled with sorrow. Sorrow over the fact that the world that our father had made as an ultimate gift was crumbling to its foundations in the hands of a few men with power who have the ability to control a man's life completely. A job for a god was now in the hands of a mere mortal, an insignificant speck of dust underneath the toenails of god could now make a decision that could end all human life as we know it. The pain and suffering inflicted to the poor and underprivileged by a handful of wealthy men was a big insult to the humanity in humans. Man would sacrifice their mothers even just for a chance at some power and money which could make him powerful in certain societies.
This made me weep, I returned to my apartment contemplating the worth of human life and its meaning. I sat there wondering if it was worthwhile coming down to this world and trying to rid it of sorrows and pain.
"Do they deserve it?", I asked myself desperately searching for an answer to it, trying to give my arrival on this planet some purpose. I sat on my sofa staring at the ceiling, wondering, waiting for an answer. I guess some questions do not have any answers.
I was sent by my father onto this planet for one purpose only, Healing. But since that didn't happen i cannot really say that I am not to blame.
Year 2013, October 1st, I was sent to the Earth to clear all suffering, I was sent here to rid the world of evil and hate, I could not believe it when i was holding the gun to my own brother's forehead.
God himself had sent me to clear the world of sickness, i descended from the heavens in a comparatively human form, apart from the wings and the clothing, I was almost human. Moving into an apartment was quite the job considering i didn't know anything about this place humans refer to as
"Manhattan". I found refuge in a busted apartment complex beside a coffee shop. My neighbors were quite the sweethearts bringing me a welcoming cake and gifting me things like lamps, portraits and so on. But this one person, this neighbor of mine, he was a tall dark and swarthy man with a scar across his face and something that looked like a dagger of some sort in one of his pockets. He would leave his house at approximately 9:30 in the morning and return only when it is late at night about one in the morning.
Thinking that he was just another commoner I went back to my mission of clearing sickness, I began with the local orphanage. The looks of sadness in the eyes of some of the children was enough to melt even the hardest stone. The tears of unfathomable sorrow in the eyes of some of those who were unfortunate enough to watch themselves become orphans made me angry at humanity for inflicting such pain on these poor souls. Looking at all the sorrow in their eyes I requested my father to show his generosity and perform a miracle such that all of them could live happy and fruitful lives, and lo!
his divine grace shined his light upon them and immediately the look of sorrow vanished from their faces and was filled with happiness.
After a job well done i return to my apartment complex to rest, this human form may be good but it most definitely is not efficient. I was pretty surprised to see that my tall dark neighbor was back early from whatever it is that he does, he gives me a look, his eyes sent a chill down my spine. I could recognize those eyes anywhere, and most probably, he too could recognize mine because after our brief glance at each other he swiftly closed his door and bolted it. I had a feeling that he was here, I knew since he is on this planet also i could not ever be successful in my job. I sat on my couch and thought to myself, did my father send him to this planet to balance out pain and happiness? Well by the look of it, it seems like the pain and suffering was overpowering love and happiness.
My brother was winning. Quickly I jumped off my couch and had half a mind to go there and end everything right away. But then i remembered what i was sent to the planet for, my one and only job as my father's son. Ignoring this thought of mine was one of the biggest mistakes i had ever made.
The next day i set out on my job, this time to a hospital. All around me i could see suffering and death, i could not imagine that this was the fate so many people go through. But to my surprise i found out that my brother was standing right there sucking the happiness out of this young boy turning him into a sick old man. I had to stop him. But i could not disclose my identity so i chose to let it go and deal with it later. In the apartment i was waiting for his return. He did not return.
I went out searching for him. I found him in a dark place with some sort of syringe in his hand containing a transparent fluid. It looked like he was waiting for me, preparing for the attack, like i had made a big mistake coming to this planet in the first place. He takes out a gun and fires three bullets at me. The first two had missed but the third one hit my knee cap, i could not walk properly. The human form was too weak for me to control now so i had to come into my original form. A dense dark aura of despair surrounded him and he too transformed into his true form, the controller of death and despair, my brother, Lucifer. although he was strong the battle had finally ended. He was standing above me with his foot on my back. I was bleeding profusely, everything was lost. but in the distance my blurred vision could focus on one object only, The gun just a few feet away from me. I pushed him away from me and with one swift blow to the chest I could buy enough time to grab hold of the gun and stand up.
I aimed for his chest but shot his shoulder because i was disoriented from fighting and mortal weapons were stupid.
"Now wait brother, we can make a deal, i swear what i was doing was for a good purpose", he said.
I took aim and shot him on the knee, this time my shot was accurate enough to get him on his knees.
As i approached the bleeding body of my brother all i could think of was killing him and ridding the world of evil. But the thought of him being my brother did not make that decision any easier.
I pointed my gun on his forehead.
"I can explain!", he said
"What i was doing was not causing pain to that man, He was a notorious criminal who had murdered his own son to win a bet. He sold his wife to a drug dealer because he could not pay his dues so i had to punish him. I had come down here to remove the evil from this world but the contaminated minds of the people on the planet made it look like the suffering i caused to the evil people on the planet was another form of evil for which i should be punished. I swear by my father that i am not at fault here!."
His words did seem sincere, the evil minds here on this planet did bring about this question in my head to forgive him and let things go, after all he is my brother.
I could not decide what to do, I was holding a gun to my brother's forehead just thinking. Thinking that with the pull of a trigger i may kill an innocent man, My father would never forgive me for this.
So i dropped the gun and left him to bleed. While he was on the ground, I turned back to look at him once more. His face was swollen and filled with sorrow. Sorrow over the fact that the world that our father had made as an ultimate gift was crumbling to its foundations in the hands of a few men with power who have the ability to control a man's life completely. A job for a god was now in the hands of a mere mortal, an insignificant speck of dust underneath the toenails of god could now make a decision that could end all human life as we know it. The pain and suffering inflicted to the poor and underprivileged by a handful of wealthy men was a big insult to the humanity in humans. Man would sacrifice their mothers even just for a chance at some power and money which could make him powerful in certain societies.
This made me weep, I returned to my apartment contemplating the worth of human life and its meaning. I sat there wondering if it was worthwhile coming down to this world and trying to rid it of sorrows and pain.
"Do they deserve it?", I asked myself desperately searching for an answer to it, trying to give my arrival on this planet some purpose. I sat on my sofa staring at the ceiling, wondering, waiting for an answer. I guess some questions do not have any answers.
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