Damion, a rather tall man, about six and a half feet tall with a some what ripped body, kicked a small black shoebox that had maggets pouring out of it's lid into an allyway to the left of him. Two holes were on his face, one above his right ear and the other through his left ear. The holes were the size of a small bullet. Skin hung from the hole on the rightside, this was the exit of one of the bullets. This deformity was the result of him being mugged and killed. One night as he was walking to his car after work a man mugged him. The man that mugged him was covered head to toe with black. The man had been very tense even though he was the one with the gun. Damion refused to hand over his money and tried to fight back, a rather weak struggle though, and as a result the mugger put a bullet in Damion's head. He suffered for about ten hours before he finally left life for good.

Two days later, the mugger was killed after being chased by several cops for another murder. He pulled out his gun, shot at the cops and then was gunned down with twelve shots in various places on his body.

Damion walked past a store that sold small antiques and in the reflection of the window he could see himself. The face staring back into his black eyes was a face of a man that was no longer man. His nose arched noticeably. Head shaved from the no good operation. His teeth mostly shattered from the impact with the ground. Of course the horrid flab of skin hanging off his face. And those eyes. The eyes that had been sucked dry of color. No hint of blue like the sky that he wishes he could see again. No brown like the birdhouse he built in boyscouts and then bousted to everyone about. No green like the park that he had proposed to his wife at. Just black.

Black as night.
Black as fear.
Black as Hell.

Damion looked down away from his mirrored self. He wore poorly hand made shoes on his planter's wart covered feet. They didn't hurt much, but they were very displeasing to look at. His hands were covered themselves with calluses from the horrible heat that he was forced to live in.

He was ashamed of the way he looked. But he was poor. Earth is hell. The poorer you are, the more painful life is. But he didn't care anymore. Several times he had walked down to the homeless shelter. And several times he returned to his make-shift home. The people at the shelters were nice to him. But just do it to feel better about themselves. A bed with clean sheets was nice, and so was a cleansing. But they would never know how it felt to live in Hell and be poor. He didn't want to see them in their fancy cloths make a bed for a homeless person. If they want to help, trade places for awhile. Live in a shit hole and watch the rich people laugh and point at your pitiful self. Then they'd care to help.

Tears began to come out of his black eyes and run down his face. He raised his hands to his face and wiped away his tears.

God knows that he did not want to be here in Hell. He hadn't been a bad person when he was alive, infact he was a great person to be around. Married to a loving wife, Maridith, with a four year old girl named Susy. All his life he was a nice person to be with. When he was in school he was a good friend to many kids. He was always a shoulder to cry on in high school (although they had never got to close that he would think they wanted to go out with him.) He went to college and got a good job. Married and planned to live a long life with his wife and kid.

One thing was left out from his happy life though, church. But why would he go to church? His parents never took him and he never felt it made his life any better. It wasn't untill that night when he left his body and dove into the dirt that he realized something very vital, Christianity doesn't help your life, but it does determine your afterlife. If you were good and a Christain in life, you go to Heaven. If you were bad or didn't believe in God and Jesus, you go to Hell. He didn't believe in God and Jesus.

Damion hated this and was very agrivated that he couldn't leave this damned place. He believes now, that there is a God and his son Jesus. He is faithful now and hopes, only hopes that maybe he would someday after an eternity of living in Hell, have the chance to beg for forgivenance to God and enter the blissful land of Heaven.

Damion walked for three hours around the city of a million damned souls, that like him were unfairly sent to Hell because of not believeing in Christainity, weather they they believed in pagan gods or gods that would return and bring happiness with them or were just atheist and lived their lives peacefully. They were all alike here in the city of Good, they were good people that shouldn't be there. The simply hadn't believed in God.

He finally reached his little hovel that he had made. All it had inside was a table, bed, kerosene lamp and a shelf of novels that writers had written in Hell. Infact most of the great writers had gone to Hell. And most of their greast work had come out of their eternity spent in Hell.

Hell wasn't a to bad of place for most of the people there. Mostly Hell was bad when you were bad. Sometimes you would just up and vanish from where ever you were. The next thing you knew, you were out in a deserted place. You'd be haunted for years by your own nightmares and when you think you might die again and go to a better place, you get pulled back to the place you were when you had left.

But for the good people their are better things. Like meeting new people, famous people, lovers, and all around great people. And Hell isn't that different from Earth (the people in Hell are the people from Earth.) Computers, cars, weapons, cd's and everything else accustumed to humans. One thing missing is food. Bad for fat people, great for health fanatics. But that doesn't matter anyways. People don't change in Hell. The way you come in, is the way you stay. The other thing missing is water. Which means nothing is liquid. Well, at least no one has to fear drowing.

People play games, gamble, read, talk, laugh, draw, sing, get married, make love, and enjoy themselves. It surely isn't as good as living in bliss up in Heaven. But, we get by with a little help from our friends.

Damion stepped out of the red glow of the city and into his hovel. He layed down on his bed and after a couple of moments of prayer he was asleep. He slept long and deep.

For the first time after so many dreamless nights, Damion had a dream. But it wasn't really a dream and he knew it. He had really left the bed that he had layed down in. He had traveled to a tropical forest with tropical trees and a tropical smell. Every where he looked he saw coconut trees that were full of those mouth watering coconuts he loved from Earth. He could smell the beautiful pink flowers that covered the place. A prodigious waterfall came rushing out of the sky. He had never been to Hawii, but this place was what he dreamed of it being like.

He floated in a lake with crystal clear water (he was actually in water thank God.) In the water he cupped his hands and dipped them in, he raised the water to his mouth and sipped it. Instantly the water soaked into every crevise of the dried out desert of his mouth like a rain shower on dying plant. His vision became blurred by tears of pristine happiness. And he really was happy for the first time in so long.

He dipped his body backwards and was engulfed by the water that had surely poured straight out of Heaven. The water ran through his fingers and over his naked body. He had never felt better in his afterlife untill now, this graceful fantastic experiance.

The waterfall had unleashed a powerful wave of water and Damion was suddenly pulled under the water. He did not feel a rush of panic like he would of if he wasn't so overcome with happpiness. When the wave had passed and Damion was back at the surface he saw a man, angel, standing on the rippling waves. He was radiating with a brilliant, white light amd had a long, flowning gown on that ended twenty or more feet behind him.

Damion stared into the angels glowing white eyes and he felt himself begin to rise up out of the water and be pulled towards the angel. As he got closer to the angel felt that he was getting smaller. He realized that the angel was enormas compared to him. He kept getting closer untill he was floating into the gigantic angels belly of light.

Light surrounded him and he felt weightless, weightless like a paperclip in the palm of a hand. He felt warm and cozy as a cool breeze blew over his body and through his hair (yes it was really happening, his hair was growing back out.) The black, silky hair was coming back and Damion could even run his hands through it. The holes that had been on the sides of his head healed as he ran his hands over the mortal wounds.

A voice spoke and Damion gave it his full attention. It was a voice that echoed in his mind over and over, "Damion, I have brought you here to this place of bliss for a reason. The world is in trouble and I need some one to help stop the world from being destroyed. There is a man on Earth that has the willpower to save the mortal world. His name is Henry Eavens." Damion could feel the words vibrate through his body leaving a lasting memory on his body. Floating in the light made him feel like he was back in his mothers womb.

"Damion, I'm giving you a chance to live with me in Heaven. You will be the first, last and only to be given this chance. If you find Henry and help him save the world and the souls of every man and woman, I will grant you a forgivance and give you eternal bliss. Do you understand me and what I and the rest of the world needs you to do."

In one small, feable voice he said to the light that resuberated him, "Yes Lord, thank-you for this chance. I understand." He did understand, somehow everything he needed to know was there, stored in the back of his head was the whole beautiful understanding.

Joy had never come to him in a greater way then this. He would never have to walk on the dirty streets. Never cry at his reflection. He would finally be happy again.

He began to fall asleep. The wind that had blown through his regrown hair was now craddiling him into a deep sleep that took him away to a place that he had longed for. He floated through the sky, passing in and out of clouds. Birds flew along side him and then was he back on Earth.