The Eternal Doom

Chapter 4: Awakening to Immortality

The roof of the dark green emerald sky, with ash grey smoke appearing like a mist from somewhere behind it, and there, Stephen, standing so quietly with his head facing down, unable to lift it, as if some kind of forcible wind were circling around him, with a strange force which can't ever be defined, with a spell inside it which isolated him, the place so blurred and faded, yet something was so alive there. Oh, the spellbound force came circling over Stephen and left. The silence whispered to him, something which finally made him lift his face over the roof of the strange sky, which was standing just over his head, only feet away. Something was sizing him up; he could feel that the bush next to him was bowing before the sky. He was standing infinitely paralyzed in the blurred world. There was something lingering silently, and hidden, indeed revealing itself by its charm.

Then suddenly he started to be attentive and disdainful, as the

the roof of the sky over his head started to crack apart. He was standing amplified, watching the sky cracking and ripping, as if some hypnotic power were tearing it like a paper. Stephen saw as the strange frantic light stared to shown behind the cracks. It made his vision so blurred to see what it was, but he was feeling himself bending under the force. The screeching sound appeared so terrible so that he clamped his hand over his ears. Now everything was

getting darker; the place was dimming around him, and Stephen looked sceptically at the dark roof over his head. He closed his eyes tight, and then opened them instantly, finding that the sky was gone. The force was no longer there; that strange world had disappeared, but the sound was still coming. He diverted his eyes in the direction of that screeching sound and discovered that the sound was coming from the monitoring machine next to him. First, he started towards it with an inanimate expression; then he moved close to the screen and saw that it was showing a deadline on it.

He sat there incredulously, floundering in puzzlement, wondering over the sound of the deadline of his own heart, when the light enveloped his attention, as some blurred figure entered from the door, and close it instantly. Stephen stared at him with a confused expression. Now the blurred figure finally approached him. Stephen drifted his eyes over him with curiosity, and finally, he whispered huskily, "Are you the angel of hell? Or death?"

"No, I'm not an angel of death, I am just a human," he replied quietly, stepping close to him. Stephen paused in phlegmatic surprise, as he soon found out that it was Mr Natheleo Mark.

After pondering him a while, he opened his mouth in the gap, confusedly, and whispered in disbelief, "What made you dead too?"

A sly smile hit the man's face, as he whispered, "No one is dead; we both are alive."

Stephen shifted his gaze sullenly over the monitoring machine, and whispered, "But I am listening to the song of death, aren't you?"

"YES, Stephen, but this is the song of immortality. The only thing which is dead now in the world is angels of death."

Stephen closed his eyes and then opened them, with a longer pause of confusion. He started to scan the place around him, and then back to the black man. Then he started to realize that he was sitting on the bed in some room of a hospital. The feeling of desolation caught him. "I thought I had ended the nightmare of the mortal world, just as I took a ride to another world. This isn't my world."