departuresong
Bouncing Off Clouds
(Special thanks to Verne and Negrek for their criticism in the last thread. :D)
I.
Arin Lowell had never imagined heaven would be quite like that.
It had been such a lovely image on earth—the thought that being in the vicinity of such perfection was a beautiful feeling, one of unknowable solace. Arin, however, had never felt more empty in his life.
Before he was allowed to speak with Him, the two angels guiding him warned him not to open his eyes.
“To do so would compromise your humanity, child. His perfection is blinding to your mortal eyes. Free will is a burden you still carry.”
Arin agreed without hesitation. After years of endless toil, his retribution was here.
“You should be very proud,” the second one said with a deep, motherly voice.
Mere seconds later, Arin felt a chill over his body. This was the moment he had dreamed of ever since that devastating loss.
He was in the presence of his almighty Creator.
The chill subsided quickly, followed by a feeling of warmth. Arin was somewhere in heaven, and he longed more than anything to open his eyes and see. Finally see! Fighting back the temptation, Arin waited for Him to speak.
“Arin Lowell. You have come to me as a devout follower and loving child.”
Arin was a bit underwhelmed. When one imagines their Creator speaking, they may imagine His voice being thunderous and powerful. Instead, His voice was strangely human—like an elderly man, wise and tender.
“My Lord. You have heard my prayers. Thank—”
“Kari loves you, Arin,” He responded firmly. “As do I. We have both seen your recent actions and we are pleased.”
A small tear made its way down Arin’s face, making it even more difficult to keep his eyes closed.
“Kari is the reason I found You, my Lord. Her death was the most painful experience I’ve ever gone through. It is only with Your grace that I am here.”
There was a small hint of laughter from the Creator. It didn’t make Arin nervous; instead, it provided a small bit of relief.
“You have not redeemed yourself, my child. You have certainly come a long way, but there is still a reason your eyes are not open right now.”
“What must I do, my Lord? The journey to redemption is all I know.”
It really was the only thing he had known. For the last couple of months, at least. The phone call from her mother, the memorial service, her cold and lifeless body—these were images that would always be etched in his mind. He had never known such despair. He would surely have killed himself if he hadn’t found Kari’s letter on her desk days after her death.
Arin, it began:
I know that, deep down in your heart, you feel the same passion and adoration for me as I do for you. You are a beautiful person. I love you enough to know that you are beyond all of this. Taking advantage of people. It’s killing me, and I know it’s killing you, too.
I want you stop.
So I’m leaving you with a choice.
Stop this. Do it or
The message was incomplete, but it was enough to convince Arin that he could not go on any longer. He had needed that slap in the face.
That was why he needed to be redeemed: he could be at peace with himself... and so could she.
“Yes, yes. Redemption. There is another place like this,” He began. “It opposes this realm. It is called many things. Your soul would have been taken there had you died a year ago. You know it as a place of suffering and of despair. But it is not a hopeless place.”
Arin imagined the cold depths of hell like so many of us would. He always thought of it as hopeless.
“Child of Eve! There is a way out of there! All one has to do is seek it. This is your trial: you will go there as a fallen soul. You will explore the other world’s landscape, meet its inhabitants, and find the path that strays from it. I know you are willing to do anything for Kari and for Myself. Will you go?”
“If you have given me this opportunity, I must take it.”
Arin was ready, but he was understandably nervous. He had not expected the road to redemption would be easy, but the thought of entering hell as a fallen soul was certainly overwhelming.
“There are two things you must know before you leave. Time is exclusive to the physical realm; there is no night or day in the other world. Both realms know only eternity.”
Arin swallowed with quite a bit of difficulty, the sharpness of his throat evoking a sudden awareness of his mortality.
“What else must I know, my Lord?” he said, a hint of hesitation and shakiness in his voice.
“She is always with you, even in the darkest hours,” He said, this time sounding more authoritative.
After an uncomfortably long silence, Arin sighed.
“I am ready.”
I.
Arin Lowell had never imagined heaven would be quite like that.
It had been such a lovely image on earth—the thought that being in the vicinity of such perfection was a beautiful feeling, one of unknowable solace. Arin, however, had never felt more empty in his life.
Before he was allowed to speak with Him, the two angels guiding him warned him not to open his eyes.
“To do so would compromise your humanity, child. His perfection is blinding to your mortal eyes. Free will is a burden you still carry.”
Arin agreed without hesitation. After years of endless toil, his retribution was here.
“You should be very proud,” the second one said with a deep, motherly voice.
Mere seconds later, Arin felt a chill over his body. This was the moment he had dreamed of ever since that devastating loss.
He was in the presence of his almighty Creator.
The chill subsided quickly, followed by a feeling of warmth. Arin was somewhere in heaven, and he longed more than anything to open his eyes and see. Finally see! Fighting back the temptation, Arin waited for Him to speak.
“Arin Lowell. You have come to me as a devout follower and loving child.”
Arin was a bit underwhelmed. When one imagines their Creator speaking, they may imagine His voice being thunderous and powerful. Instead, His voice was strangely human—like an elderly man, wise and tender.
“My Lord. You have heard my prayers. Thank—”
“Kari loves you, Arin,” He responded firmly. “As do I. We have both seen your recent actions and we are pleased.”
A small tear made its way down Arin’s face, making it even more difficult to keep his eyes closed.
“Kari is the reason I found You, my Lord. Her death was the most painful experience I’ve ever gone through. It is only with Your grace that I am here.”
There was a small hint of laughter from the Creator. It didn’t make Arin nervous; instead, it provided a small bit of relief.
“You have not redeemed yourself, my child. You have certainly come a long way, but there is still a reason your eyes are not open right now.”
“What must I do, my Lord? The journey to redemption is all I know.”
It really was the only thing he had known. For the last couple of months, at least. The phone call from her mother, the memorial service, her cold and lifeless body—these were images that would always be etched in his mind. He had never known such despair. He would surely have killed himself if he hadn’t found Kari’s letter on her desk days after her death.
Arin, it began:
I know that, deep down in your heart, you feel the same passion and adoration for me as I do for you. You are a beautiful person. I love you enough to know that you are beyond all of this. Taking advantage of people. It’s killing me, and I know it’s killing you, too.
I want you stop.
So I’m leaving you with a choice.
Stop this. Do it or
The message was incomplete, but it was enough to convince Arin that he could not go on any longer. He had needed that slap in the face.
That was why he needed to be redeemed: he could be at peace with himself... and so could she.
“Yes, yes. Redemption. There is another place like this,” He began. “It opposes this realm. It is called many things. Your soul would have been taken there had you died a year ago. You know it as a place of suffering and of despair. But it is not a hopeless place.”
Arin imagined the cold depths of hell like so many of us would. He always thought of it as hopeless.
“Child of Eve! There is a way out of there! All one has to do is seek it. This is your trial: you will go there as a fallen soul. You will explore the other world’s landscape, meet its inhabitants, and find the path that strays from it. I know you are willing to do anything for Kari and for Myself. Will you go?”
“If you have given me this opportunity, I must take it.”
Arin was ready, but he was understandably nervous. He had not expected the road to redemption would be easy, but the thought of entering hell as a fallen soul was certainly overwhelming.
“There are two things you must know before you leave. Time is exclusive to the physical realm; there is no night or day in the other world. Both realms know only eternity.”
Arin swallowed with quite a bit of difficulty, the sharpness of his throat evoking a sudden awareness of his mortality.
“What else must I know, my Lord?” he said, a hint of hesitation and shakiness in his voice.
“She is always with you, even in the darkest hours,” He said, this time sounding more authoritative.
After an uncomfortably long silence, Arin sighed.
“I am ready.”