HellChild

Reformation

I take in a shaky breath. My memories have returned to me. I just don't know how to react to what I've seen. My little brother is in the hall, but keeps wanting to see me. Why? After all the heartache that I caused, why would he want to see me? I know now that I was possessed by Demora, but all that time of being evil has made me truly evil. I know I am evil, so why am I conflicted about this?

"Mora." Michael walks in. "You have a chance to leave Hell. Are you ready to come home?"

"Home?" I ask.

"Yes. You were never meant for Hell. You belong in Heaven. Are you ready?"

Slowly, I nod. I think I am ready for this. "What do I have to do?"

"Accept God in your heart, Mora."

"How?" I ask.

A flash of bright light appears and a dove comes in the room. It shifts from a dove to a man with tender, loving, caring eyes. He looks at me, into my cold, unloving, confused eyes. He raises His right hand and makes the sign of the Cross. I stare at the motion of His hands. I notice a hole in each of them that goes straight through. He says to me what I've heard Him say so many times to other demons.

"In the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit."

I unconsciously whisper the words in response. "Amen."

He nods His head and disappears. There is the bright light again, but this time, it is coming from me. I stare at Michael, who smiles slightly and backs out the door. I feel my lungs fill with Heavenly air, but this time, I can stand it. I open my eyes wide, relishing in how great I feel. This must be what it's like. I am turning into an angel, and I am loving it. I close my eyes and smile. I can't remember the last time I smiled out of joy and not murder. I feel something sprouting from my back. Wings. Angel wings.

I open my eyes. I am no longer glowing and I feel light and airy. I stand up, surprised to see that I can stand do easily. I don't have any cuts or bruises any more. I am completely healed. I reach behind my back and feel my new wings. They feel so light. I turn my head and look at them. They're huge, possibly the biggest ones I've seen. Michael comes back in the room. He smiles.

"Welcome, Mora."

"Thank you." I say. "thank you so much for everything, Michael."

I smile even more and run over to him. My little brother comes in, smiling.

"Mora?"

"Johnny. I love you so much." I say, running over to him and scooping him up in my arms. "I'm so sorry for what I've done."

He hugs me back, not saying a word. He just keeps smiling that stupid, wonderful smile. For once, everything is going the way it should be. I've changed, and I'm happy for that.