Tyler
Tyler woke up in a cold sweat, adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He looked around and noticed that he was back in his room. Back in California. Wait, that's not right he was just in New York. Where were his friends? More importantly where was Rocky? Did he dream all of that up? Tyler got out of bed and turned his light on. His room looked like his room but something seemed off about it. Of course everything in his room was in the correct spot but he had a weird gut feeling. He walked to his door and tried to open it, only to find out it was locked from the outside. His door normally didn't have a lock on it on either side. His mom thought it was a safety hazard anyways.
He knocked on the door a few times before calling out to his mom. "Mom? Ayo why is there a lock on the door?!" He shouted and started banging on the door. He was starting to panic, he could feel his heart beat pick up. He hated being in confined spaces and all he could think about was where his friends and Rocky could be. Just as he felt like he was about to pass out the door opened revealing a brown skin with dreads. "Nigga quit all the banging and shit, my dad wanna talk to you." He grunted and stepped out of the way so Tyler could come out.
The first thing he noticed was everything being white. It nearly blinded him so he had to shield his eyes from it. "Who are you?" He asked the dreaded man and he rolled his eyes. "An archangel now hurry up and go talk to him. He gets impatient real fast. Stubborn old man." He uttered the last part and Tyler gave him a weird look. Where the fuck was he? He didn't say anything else and just followed the man down the pearly white hallway. At the end were these giant golden double doors. The man opened them with ease; for some reason Tyler thought the doors would be heavy. "He should be in the garden of eden over there to the left." The man pointed and Tyler thanked him.
He had no idea who the hell he was going to talk to, he was hoping they had answers though. He made his way to the garden; which was amazing by the way. The place was decorated in hundreds of different flowers. In the middle was a fountain with benches surrounding it. There was a man sitting there waiting; he looked elegant but his features couldn't be described. Tyler cleared his throat and the man looked at him and smiled. "Ah hello Tyler." He said before patting the open spot next to him. "Take a seat we have much to talk about." Tyler hesitantly took a few steps towards the bench before taking a seat next to the man.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am what you humans call God." He said and Tyler stared at him with a blank look on his face. "Am I dead." he asked and God sputtered. "What? No. I brought you here, you'll return back home soon. Your friends are safe as well." He reassured the teenage boy and Tyler perked up at the sound of that. "Rocky too?" He asked and God gave him a sympathetic smile. "That is what I brought you up here to talk about." He said sadly and Tyler's heart dropped to his stomach. "I don't want to hear it. If you can't tell me he's okay or bring him back then I don't care. I want to go home." He said through gritted teeth; he was fighting the urge to cry. Who wanted to cry in front of their creator? God was shocked; he didn't expect Tyler to talk to him like that much less not want to hear what he had to say.
"You're very bold. You lucky I like all my creations." He said and Tyler noticed how quickly his professional demeanor dropped. "Now before you said all that bullshit I was gonna explain what the hell happened to him." He snapped and Tyler just blinked at the man. "Rocky was stabbed with an angel blade that was stolen from heaven. I'm not sure how that demon Symere got his hands on it but he did. Now when an angel is stabbed with an angel blade their light source is drained thus killing the angel." He started explaining and Tyler listened intently. As much as he didn't care that much about what the fuck the blade does it was still a bit interesting. "Granted Rocky did break the rules by one showing himself to you, two showing himself to others, three getting into contact with people from his past life. Shit he's probably broke the record of most rules broken. So some MIGHT say he deserved that death." God said as he gestured with his hands.
