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There is a Heaven and there is a Hell. I was quite surprised to end up in it. Hell that is.

For a time I remembered my soul searching for my Angel's along the river. The rocks and current had separated our bodies from one another and our souls along with them. Until I ended up here.

In Hell.

The only place for Demons.

Heaven is for Angels.

Heaven is beautiful temperament and opulent. It is a place for Angels to find rest and comfort one another. It looks like a plush palace of luxury. From what I've seen from down here, anyway.

Hell  is hot and smells of sulfur and death. It's cavernous and one wants for nothing, but to wander the dank caves with the other Demons and question this fate.  It's dark and filled with hopeless pitiful Demons like myself.

Our bitterness comes from watching the Angel's in Heaven above.

I was dismayed to realize Heaven and Hell are in quite close in proximity. Heaven is separated from Hell by a thick glass ceilings. Or as the Angels would see it--a thick glass floor.

In one section the glass ceiling is so low you could spend a day looking up at the Angel's feet and see them walking about. Heaven looked pristine and from what I glimpsed the Angels seemed. . . content up there.

I spend days with my head craned up watching the Angel’s from above. Looking for just a glimpse of my Angel.

Occasionally an Angel would look down and see Hell beneath their feet, sneer and be thankful to be on the side of Angels. I watched so many Angels shuffle in and out, tilting my head at odd angles to catch a face.

After what felt like eternity I saw my Angel, I'd know those wise eyes anywhere. I stood on the raised rock and banged my fist again the glass ceiling an uncouth thing to do. To the Angels it was nothing more than an upset animal in Hell below.  The Angel halted and peered down to see me. She dropped to her knees and pressed her hand against the glass. I pushed my hand up against the glass ceiling..

The glass was unbreakable.

We had time. I’d stay there forever with my hand pressed against the ceilings and hers to he floor for hours. Those around thought us mad. To interact with those above or below.

I’d likened that thick glass to purgatory

The Angel tapped on the glass with her talons, the tiniest of fractures appeared. It would never break though, not today anyway. Only millions of those fractures could even crack the glass. Still she tapped and still I pushed and pushed.

I realize the glass might never break, I may never hold her again. I watch her tapping and I know it may it may take 10,000 years but one day I hope we will break through.

Now that we had found one another nothing could keep us apart, not even death.

I jolted up covered in sweat, it's the middle of the night and I hear the rhythmic thudding of my fellow Brothers trickling down the stairs.  I look to the door and feel that something isn't right.

Before I get a foot out of bed Ashe opens my door.

"Ashe---"

"Paris . . . come quick."