As I fall in my sleep, my last thought,
dream.I now see myself in a total oblivion, total darkness.
It's a nightmare, I scream wanting to escape this prison.
But now I see a small glitter of white.
I race for it, moving my feet, I feel it sinking into the thick darkness.
I fall face flat into the sludge.
I can only see and feel the right side of my upper torso; no legs, no left arm.
Pulling my body with my right arm, I reach for the light.
'Don't leave me behind!' I thought to myself.
My body fully submerged in the darkness.
I can see my right hand, reaching for this light, only inches away.
Now I accept my fate, I will be a part of this God forsaken oblivion.
Suddenly I feel this warmth on my hand. Warm as love.
Now a overwelming bright light is in front of my, I can see!
I look all around me, I was enveloped in the sins of my past. The horror....
They all unify into this one giant beast, it comes reaching for me.
The bright light suddenly envelops me and the beast.
I was sure I have been obliterated by the bright light.
But now I am in large lush green mountain.
I now knelt with my hand reaching up and my face looking down.
I see a man's feet, I can see one hole in each one of his foots.
My hand is grabbed by gentle hands, but strong force. I look up to see the man's hands, more holes, one in each of his hands.
His face enveloped by a bright white light.
Above his head a halo.
I look to my left and right I see three men and four women flapping their wings in perfect unison to stay a float.
Each of them carrying a bowl.
I suddenly feel familiar presence beind me.
"My Lord, what is it you want us to do?" a strong presence spoken in a light, but obscured voice.
"Sweet Demise, the time has come to end your oath with this young mortal you swore to protect from the day he was born" a benevolent, but thunderous voice proclaimed, "You must explain what is to come, and Michael will arm this young son of Adam and Eve."
"It will be done, my Master." the entity behind me said. I feel a familiar pair of hands grabbing my shoulders.
I gently arose from my position and and slowly turned look to see who or what groped my shoulders.
It was a winged man, he wore a hooded robe with a large sythe strapped to his back.
Angels!
I could feel the angel guiding me away from the man.
"Azrael, you shall not intervene with the battle, this is what the young mortal must do alone." the man commanded.
"Yes, my lord" Azrael gently answered.
The archangel continues to guide me away from the man and down the mountain.
We now step to down into a valley.
"Welcome to the Valley of Megiddo," Azrael introduces to me, "come we must find Michael and meet with the rest of the Heavenly Army."
"Young one, I am Azrael, I have watched over you since day you were in your mother's womb until now."
"Do you not remember the time I held you up as you took your first steps?"
"Do you not rememeber the time I held your up head when you found your first love?"
"Do you not remember the time I held your heart the first time you were rejected? The Last?"
"Do you not remember the time I stayed you hand when you had that blade pointed to your throat?"
"Do you not remember I was there to give you warmth and light in the dark, cold world you live in?"
"Do you not remember me?" the angel asked me, "Do you not remember I as your Guardian?"
I feel a sudden warmth in my heart, my eyes well with tears, then my mind suddenly filled with forgotten memories, and I am embrace my guardian angel.
"Azrael! I remember! I remember! You where there! Always by my side!" I cried.
My guardian wiped the tears from my eyes with his robe.
"No more tears, young one, no more tears," he comforts me, "be strong, be ready, cause you must face your sins and cast them all to the bowels of Hell."
We walk behind a large wall of an ancient city, that now seems to lie in ruins.
Another angel brandishing a sword, and a lance strapped to his back.
He turns to face Azrael and me.
"Michael, the mortal has arrived," my angel spoke in a gentle voice, "the Lord, commands that he fight his sin and we are not to intervene."
"Very well, I will arm him, with the armour and weapon he has forged in his life," Michael responded.
His hands glew with a red light aura and suddenly then my body glew in a white light.
White strings of fabric spun all around me, and enclothed me with a white hooded robe.
Then black strings of the divine fabric spun around my neck and a scarf was made.
The fabric so light and gentle it seemed as if it was made from spider webs.
Michael now touched my forhead and then materialized a bow in front of my eyes.
I grabbed it with my left hand.
"Now, young one, this last weapon will be the hardest for you to receive," so Michael tells me.
He now places his hand at my chests and his hand seems to sink inside my chest.
Sharp pains spiral through out my heart, I feel as if I will collapse, but Azrael embraces me tightly.
Michael slowly draws out a sword slowly, every second of the extraction was excruciating.
"Take the sword," the militant archangel commanded.
I completely drew the sword from my chest with my right hand, and gazed in awe of the blade.
'The Sword of the Spirtit' I heard my thought whisper to me.
The two angels once again lead me to Valley of Megiddo.
Now I saw the Armies of Hell and the Heavenly Army.
Light, Love, and Glory of Heaven flourished throughout the valley on the side of the Heavenly Army.
Sin and Darkness of Hell tainted the beautiful valley, with blood, carnage, ruin, and darkness, on the side of the Army of Hell.
I was lead to the frontline Heavenly Army, and every eye stared at me, Holy or Tainted.
Then the a large creature emerged to the frontline of the Army of Hell, and every eye stared at it, Holy or Tainted.
The monster and I walked to the middle of the field, both of us watched by the two armies.
In the creature, I see every sin I have commited. I knew what must be done.
I looked into the eye of the abomination and he too knew what must be done.
Our eyes locked with one another.
Suddenly... I awoke.
