Death Has Wings

Dreams Tell The Truth

"Clark, wake up." A stern voice commanded. I wearily opened my eyes to a scene of intense horror, the likes of which I had never seen. Screams of agony were everywhere. The smell of blood and rotting flesh was almost overpowering.

I stood up and saw that the ground was pulsating with heat. Strange, the ground doesn't normally do that. I slowly looked up and saw a man standing in front of me. What struck me was that he seemed familiar somehow.

"Clark, do you remember me?" The man's voice was full of authority and power. He stepped towards me, locking into a stare. I scrabbled in my mind to remember who he was. No luck.

"Well?" He said in the same tone.

"I...I...don't know who you are..." I looked at my feet, embarrassed, as if I should've known.

"Hmm...I may have left it too long..." He grumbled to himself. "I will tell you who I am." He paused for a moment, seeming to forget what he was going to say. After a moment, he spoke. "I am Lucifer. Satan is my brother, contrary to many beliefs, and Death is my son. It's actually quite complicated if you think about it..."

Drugs. That was the first thing that came into my mind. The girl gave me drugs somehow...no, that was impossible. The first time I'd ever seen her was at the park.

There was no other explanation. I was insane. Might as well have fun.

"Where am I and how did I get here?" I stared at him, trying to make myself look threatening. It wasn't working. He smiled. A sly yet wise smile. One that would haunt your every waking moment and destroy your sweetest dreams.

"You are in Heaven, Clark. It may not seem like it, but you are. Hell is a hundred times worse than this. God got bored of making everyone feel happy, so he let the 'angels' run wild. The angels now torture all the poor souls that end up here and since you can't die in Heaven, people's souls are bound to an eternity of pain and horror." He explained.

"A-am I dead?" I asked. He let out a chuckle.

"No, Clark, you are not dead. You are dreaming. But this conversation is real and what I'm about to tell you is true." I was waiting in silence. So I wasn't insane then? "You are an Angel of Death, Clark. It may take time to adjust to this news...or not..." He said the last two words with added emphasis.

Definitely insane.

'Lucifer' rolled his eyes. "You're not insane, boy. Just...special."

"Special? What is that supposed to mean?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You'll find out soon enough." 'Lucifer' smiled and began to walk away.

As I watched him, my eyelids began to grow heavy. My mind was getting foggy. I tried to move but I couldn't; my arms and legs felt like lead. My eyes started to close and the heat from the ground found it's way into my body, enveloping my every muscle.

My eyes closed completely and I was thrown into a blanket of warmth and darkness.