Imagine that before you were born you had another life that you can no longer remember. Welcome to 'premortal' - the book of life before living....
Initially, this premortal world is peaceful and uncomplicated. A clear blueprint has been devised f...
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Chapter 1 – Felled
Michael's math class had already commenced when three thousand troops from first division entered the classroom.
Michael detected the nature of the intruders immediately.
Certainly this division was a sight to behold. The countenance of each visitor was a moderate shade of grey, and somehow collectively they were darker still as though their coming together created some form of evil synergy such that together they were worse than the sum of their individual parts.
Telling them though, that they were anything but the very best of spirits was impossible. They were so far up themselves that they had all but turned themselves inside out. That might have been alright if their inside was any better than their outside, but it was worse.
Although Michael was well known throughout the Kingdom, by chance not one member of first division knew him. They assumed him to be just an ordinary teacher and strode into his class with all of the confidence and arrogance in the world.
For a mortal, Michael would have been considered handsome, with brown hair, brown, searching eyes and a square chin. Nevertheless, there was nothing abnormally striking about him, and none of the intruders were discerning enough to observe the brilliance of his countenance.
Although it was uncomfortable for them to look upon him directly for any length of time, putting two and two together was not their strong point. Accordingly, the nature of the spirit they were dealing with remained hidden from them.
Michael felt like ordering them out just on appearance but knew that he couldn't. He wondered what it was they were up to, but it wasn't appropriate for him to ask the question yet. He recommenced his class, sincerely hoping that he was mistaken and that his visitors were indeed there to learn.
Being aware of their mission, some of first division pretended to listen, trying to look attentive. Others were less convincing and yet others were entirely unruly.
Ironically, it was the colonel of first division who was having the hardest time controlling himself.
On Michael's side of the Kingdom individuals were selected for positions of authority based upon their virtues, and the likelihood that they could be of service to others. On the other side of the Kingdom, however, they were selected for a position of authority if they were the biggest pig.
Consequently, the colonel spoke, joked, laughed, pointed, giggled, grinned and at intervals he yelled at one of his troops. If he was mortal he would also have spat, burped and farted, such was his finesse.
Michael was as patient as he could possibly be, but eventually he could take no more. He walked up to the offender and asked him his name.
'Who wants to know?' responded the colonel, a tall and thickly built spirit with dark hair, dark eyes and a round, brutal face that looked as though his favourite hobbies were hurting small animals and children.
