The Overthrow part 3

III – The Encounter

I’m amazed at what I see, huge stairs leading to a majestic gate, everything made of gold, even the stairs! I climb the stairs slowly, looking around me in amazement; it was like walking on the sky, although made of gold the stairs feel like pillows. We arrive at the gates. Bruce looks at me, amused by my amazement.
“Hey, Bruce, this the new recruit?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
It feels weird talking to a gate, but I say hi.
“Hey mate, ready to meet the Mighty One?”
“Umm…not really.”, I feel scared.
“Don’t be scared mate, He’s Great.” For a moment I think I hear Bruce mutter something under his breath. “It’s time boy, I can only come till this point, from this point you’re on your own, I’ll see you someday.” All I can manage to say is: “See you.” The gate opens and I start walking up the stairs. I climb for what feels like an eternity, and then I see him, he doesn’t look very…well…holy. He’s wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans but I can’t seem to look at his face, every time I look up something forces me to look down.
“Your story is interesting Blaz.”
“You know my story?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
Suddenly rage engulfed me, but something inside makes me keep it in check.
“I cannot tell you your past, because you have work to do, I can see your wings have grown to full size now, you know about humans don’t you? Considering you were born with them. These kinds of things happen some times, humans are born and are mixed with angelic folk, and this happens”, he points a finger at me. “Such nice entertainment down there, I love seeing the arguments, the happiness, love and even death. I see people dying everyday, you know what happens to people when they die? They simply die, they stop existing, heaven was created by human society, so it would give people a reason to live, and, for me it’s a good thing, because it gives me even more entertainment. I think you know Bruce’s story, he thought too much, and I couldn’t afford a person like him on Earth, because if he had talked, he would’ve changed everything.” His voice trails off for about five minutes. “I am the Mighty One, I am everything and everyone, that is the only important thing you must know. Now go, you must train. You are now part of my army, good luck Blaz.” Now I can’t control my rage. “Why can’t I know my past?” I shout at him. “Because it’s dangerous. Now leave me!” He points a finger at me and I feel myself hover, I find myself in a room, looks like an armoury.