The Eternal Doom

CHAPTER 25 Whispers rolling down from the dark hills Mr. Walter

In the ashen grey morning, Ginger surprisingly discovered the gardener again, stooped near the bushes of roses, with his head bent down over them. Ginger shook his head gravely, making his way out to him. "I was wondering what to call you, sir, as you come and disappear, and then surprisingly appear again," he said to the gardener in a slightly taunting way.

The gardener gave him a silent side glance from the hood of his jacket, which he always wore. Ashland seemed more amazing than before, that day as if God was in the mood to play with the angels again. the clouds were getting thin, like a thin fog; the sky was shaded in A strange

color, with the slightest touch of purple.

Ginger stood still in a stiff posture behind the gardener. The immortal world seemed to have been driven in a strange direction, where the darkness of life started to spark every night, making the deprived immortal souls vying for the existence of God. sometimes angels wondered over the crawling

souls, crucially chained by their own immortal lives, with their own shadows beating them, whispering "Flee us, as we can no longer walk with you in this hell, which you desired from the Lord by your own selves. The world has finally fallen under the devil's shadow, forgotten by the lord."

sometimes the angels kept circling in the sky, fearing to land on the immortal earth, as the

moaning souls haunted them. "Where is God? Where is our Lord?" the voices kept on echoing day and night. "Oh, no angel had ever interpreted about the strong chaos, which will send every soul into the same hell. everyone is running from this hell but finding no way to heaven this time." the angels whispers quietly, "they are running in the same maze,

seeming cursed to not to awake from this hellish maze forever. Why is hell the only thing beside them now? Why has the dream of heaven disappeared? Is this the doom where the souls will be left in the misery of their own lives for eternity, a doom which is silent but internally haunted, so that the angels of hell go into vague terror; The world where god has been lost from

inside the souls, and Asriel is sleeping, where there is no more mercy and there are no more pleas, as the lord has given all his authority in the hands of the souls, where the soul has handed them over to the devil, and the devils drag their world into the hidden doom, which was sitting like a monster fallen

from hell, waiting to hunt every soul, but once chained by the command of the lord? God had never released it, until man himself immensely

desired it. mankind never understood that what the Lord has chosen is better than a hundred paradises that men ever desired. He always knows what is hiding inside every desire; He always says, "Oh, mankind, I listen to every prayer you whisper to Me, and sometimes I listen to you questioning Me: why I haven't listened to your desire? Indeed, I am the one who knows your every desire before your own soul could know about it. I listen to all, but choose the one which is better for you; because sometimes your one desire could burn your soul a million times. Sometimes, in the dreams of the immortal world, the devil sings a song, playing with all the halos around him in the dark, in the ring of dull moonlight, and then creates a demon from the shadow of every human, asking him 'What have you played with?' 'We played with the ball of lust and greediness, and then another game of lies and betrayal, and soon we will play another game with the Lord.'"