The Eternal Doom

CHATER 20 THE Death walking in the immortals' nightmare

The angels were playing around the arches of crowned trees, gazing at the moon, wondering why the moon was becoming so bloody over the immortal world? Why was its glow getting hazy? The sky whispers, "Because the immortal dream is getting heavy, and the angels of the dark sky are starting to reveal their fear, by fading their bright silver light into the red haunted nights, as if they were watching the nightmare of eternal doom down on earth."

There in the nightmare, Lester stood in the arch, listening to something in the silence of the wind, something which was frightening the immortal souls out there. Then he turned back to Amy, whose face was glistening with the dim bloody moonlight. But he sat beside her watching, as she was sleeping in the painful silence, he held her hand gently, when suddenly he went paranoid, as he felt her body appearing like a dead one, with no soul; her body was as cold as death, her fragile innocent face was mixed up with a glimpse of death. Lester sat with his eyes fixed on her. Suddenly he started to shove the dust from around her; he started to feel, as if the dust burying her, as if she is lying dead, swallow beneath the dirt.

The night passed, and others arrived, but she

didn't awake, as if her soul had left her body and had forgotten to return, or might run away from the torturing body of pain. Lester was standing and waiting for her to wake up. She might be longing for the search of God, who had hidden himself from the immortal souls, the souls who rise from their bodies every night in search of the door which can't ever be found again, the door behind which Asriel is buried.

Finally, with the midnight alarm of the sky, she awoke, as if a dead one awakens in hell; but her awakening brought strange satisfaction to Lester. He wanted to hold her, as if she were a child again, and wanted to say her that he would never let her be hurt, "Amy, my darling, my porcelain doll;" but he knew that it would seem pretense now, as he had hurt her soul himself. Her eyes were silently open to the bloody crescent moon, Lester watched her eyes, but felt that her awakening hadn't brought her soul back. It seemed as if her body were hollowed out, searching for its fleeing soul, who was only carrying excruciating pain inside. He was just sitting gazing into her eyes, which were fixed on the moon without a single blink. The only thing they whispered was a tear, which was glistening in the moonlight. 

The knifing wind was running outside, moaning in sorrow. He heard the weak whispers of Amy calling him. Shattering the painful silence, her voice took him into phlegmatic surprise, though her voice was calm and sweet as before. He saw a blank expression on her face. The wind came wrapping around them both, listening to the weak and faltering breath of Amy. Lester spoke out again, with her eyes transfixed on the moon, whose reflection seemed to stick in her pupils.

"Release my soul! She wants to go now!" Amy whispered

again, when her words struck him into doom. Lester shook his head, in a denying gesture, as he found himself out of his consciousness. Her words smothered him into grief. But after a moment, he said quietly,

"No, your soul can't leave you, because there is no home left for her to go to in God's world; and even if death were waiting for you, if the door of other world were still open for you, then i still wouldn't let your soul leave you. i would defeat Asriel," Lester whispered, with a quiet, anguished expression on his face.