The Black City

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The city was black.

We were promised pearly gates and streets paved with gold, but all I saw as I stepped through into this unknown world was darkness. There was no Heavenly choir forever singing the glory of the Father, and the angelic voices I had always imagined were strangely silent, replaced instead with the echo of nothingness. We were promised a shining city in the clouds, but all I saw was a blackness that never ends.

I began to walk into the city, wondering if I had actually ended up in Hell.

“There was a Heaven once.” A great Voice surrounded me, answering my unspoken thought.

I hesitated, but found the courage to ask my question when I remembered the promise of the golden city, the lie. “What happened to it?”

The Voice was silent for a moment, before it continued on, its echo seeming closer, yet at the same time more far away. “It was corrupted.”

“By what?  By who?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know the answer.

The silence that returned lasted longer this time. “By the same who corrupted the Earth.”

A horrifying twist came to my stomach, and I whispered the name of that nightmarish being who was the first who came to mind. “Satan.”

“No!” the Voice thundered all around me, causing the Black City to shine with incandescent gold for a moment of time, before the Voice, and the light, faded into nothing.

I was alone again, wandering this Black City forever, and it was then that I knew one thing. The Devil didn’t corrupt our world, or Heaven.

We did.

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