The Eternal Doom

Chapter 22The immortal fog fading the souls inside

The dawn was emerging out from the dark when Ginger woke up from a deep sleep. He got up from the cozy bed, put on a brown coat, and padded out from the room to the kitchen, where he started to find something in the cabinet, when his vision spotted Mr. Walter through the screen window of the kitchen, standing in the fog, and now moving back from the bushes of roses. Ginger frantically staggered back from the kitchen, leaving the cabinet open; he opened the main door.

The fog was so chilly, and Mr. Walter was again walking over the winding paths towards the church. "Why is he doing this?" Ginger murmured gruffly, taking a frantic stride after Mr. Walter, who had almost vanished from his reach, somewhere in the fog down on the winding path, which was rolling down from the sluggish hills, as if something were alive inside it. What was flowing with it? The dead dreams of a previous world of mortals? Ginger was walking towards the direction of Mr. Walter, with a vile feeling for having lost him on the way, as he was out of his sight. The dawn was still a little dark, rising with a little mystery inside the night. Oh, how the winding paths were covered with the fog, which was getting thinner there, and the glow was falling over the wild bushes around them. The shadow of the sky was spilling strongly over the place.

Mr. Walter was walking tiredly, unaware that Ginger was coming after him. He chose the same path, going between the crowned trees; he always liked walking along with it, feeling a strange curiosity: where would it end? That place was one of the strangest places of all. It seemed as if that path would lead the walking one to some other world. Despite the vile condition of Mr. Walter, he still liked to walk along with it, still wanted to reach the church, as he always says one thing to Ginger, that "The home of God is so lonely, and I have to go there, to tell Him that I still remember Him.

Ginger was just plodding after him. Now the thin fogs were covering him from the sight of Mr. Walter. Ginger had all of his focus on him, watching him all the way, trying to feel his childhood memory along with him. Finally, the church appeared in view.

Mr. Walter paused at a distance and took a long glance over its dull and faded façade. "I am here, GOD," he whispered, walking further, with his breath losing all its strength; and soon he was entering inside the church, where humans lie in immortal loneliness. They awake in a castle of immortal dreams. The door was open, as no one had remembered to close it. When the immortals have forgotten to enter, then for who does the door still remain open? Only the whispers of GOD linger. "Oh, Mankind! The time you will lose in me, that time you can't ever be lost in the devil because it would be Me lost in you. And if you will lose me, then I would be the one who still remained with you. I would still be there to love you, my darling when the devil will leave you for hell. I will still remain inside you when even your soul will leave you for dirt. I am GOD, Who has fallen for His kind, the one who commands his billion angels to prostrate themselves before just one human."

The dawn was falling over the church, making it a place inspiration to God's imagination, with the way the discs of the hovering shadows of the clouds emerged inside the fog. It seemed as if the hidden angels were departing back to their world, away from the immortal world, in the search of God, where the overgrown bushes around the church were playing with the mad wind. Mr. Walter took a deep sigh, taking a hard breath, while walking inside the church over the carpet, with the dust sleeping on it, with no trace of human steps walking on it, even when they started to fall down into an immortal hell, as the world finally awakened to eternal doom, with Asriel no longer walking there.