“Everyone,” Amia said to the group. “I am pleased to introduce David Anthony Jones, who was recently appointed as the new God over all creation. If you’d like to introduce yourselves, please.”
“Lord, I am Achré, your archangel responsible for the management of Hell,” Achré said.
“Lord, I am Dorothea,” said the lone female of the group. “Your archangel responsible for the management of Heaven.”
“Lord, I am Gabriel,” said one of the males. “You archangel responsible for MR; Mortal Relations.”
“Lord, I am Raphael,” said another male. “Your archangel responsible for the management of Guardian Angels.”
“Lord, I am Michael,” said the final male. “Your archangel responsible for Angelic Recruitment and Promotion.”
“And of course you know me Lord,” Amia said. “We are your archangels.”
“Uh…hi,” David said nervously. “I’m…well, I guess I’m God.”
“Lord, now that you have been introduced to your archangels, would you like to commence your holy work?” Amia asked him.
“Alright then,” David nodded.
“Excellent, Lord,” Amia said. “What shall we do first? I advise either judgement or answering prayers.”
“Alright, how about judgement?”
“Very well Lord, please follow me.”
Amia led David to the same dark room where he’d been judged, with the gates to Heaven and Hell on either side. There was a large, golden throne in the room, which Amia gestured for David to sit on. He did so.
“Next!” Amia shouted. A nude man, about his own age, walked in. Amia started reading from a file. “Alfred Albert Anderson. Born 18th July 1968, died February 21st 2015. His primary sin would seem to be his cause of death. He died in a gunfight with the police after an armed robbery of a bank.”
“Please don’t send me to Hell!” Albert begged. “I only did it because I’m poor and I needed to help my family! I never meant for it to get out of hand!”
“He seems to be telling the truth, Lord,” Amia continued. “It’s the only major sin listed here. I recommend Heaven.”
“Alright, Heaven then,” David agreed.
“Oh thank you, thank you!” Albert shouted.
“Please sign here Lord,” Amia said, handing him a large document.
I, David Anthony Jones, acting God of the universe, do hereby sentence the mortal AL
FRED ALBERT ANDERSON to spend his afterlife in HEAVEN, from this moment, forever and ever. There he shall receive the appropriate REWARD for his virtuous life, his sins having been forgiven by my holy will.
There was then a line for David to sign on, which he did. He noticed that the bits in block capitals seemed to have been written in by Amia.
“Thank you Lord,” Amia said, taking the paper from him and filing it away. “Next!”
The next one was an old lady, who was practically shaking with fear.
“Mary Alice Banks,” Amia said. “Born March 12th 1924, died February 22nd 2015. Your standard grandmother figure. British. Used to cook for the American soldiers during the war. And invite them to stay with her for orgies.”
“Everyone was doing it!” Mary insisted. “My friends and I would gather up a group of GIs and show them the time of their lives!”
“Lord, I see no major sins on this woman’s record,” Amia said. “I recommend sending her to Heaven without delay.”
“I agree,” David nodded. He signed the paper, and sent Mary on her way.
“Next!” The next one was an old man, who had a lot of tattoos.
“Johnathon Fredrick Barnes,” Amia read out. “Born October 24th 1942. Died in prison on February 22nd 2015. He was in there for 34 murders, 23 arsons, and numerous robberies. I can see very few virtuous acts in here at all. I recommend immediate damnation.”
“You mean…Hell?” David asked.
“Yes Lord,” Amia replied. “If you agree with this judgement.”
“What’ll happen to him there?”
“You saw Lord. He will suffer endlessly for all eternity.”
“But does he really deserve that?”
“He spent his life bringing suffering to others. People who do this are condemn to themselves suffer for the rest of time. Of course, if you wish to send him to Heaven, then your will be done…”
“Alright then, send him to Hell!” David relented.
“As you command Lord,” Amia said. She handed him the form, which he signed, and the man was instantly sent screaming into Hell.
“Next!” The next one was a young girl, who had smallish breasts, but a shaven pussy. “Molly Amelia Jones, born May 3rd 2000, died February 25th 2015.” Wait, what? David looked at the girl more closely, and he realised that it was his daughter Molly.
“Dad?” She asked, looking around. “What’s going on?”
Author’s message: A longer chapter, as promised. And one which I’m much more proud of. I’ve not got much to say in this message, so let’s answer some questions I’ve gotten:
Incest: Yes eventually.
Body Swap: Probably eventually.
Number of chapters: No idea. It’ll last as long as it lasts.
Is this the same world as A Boy and his Genie?: I’m going to say no, purely because a story about Gods doesn’t really work in the same universe as A Boy and his Genie, considering how it ends.
Is DragoTime a reference to something?: Yes it is. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9R5D5TYaP0c
Whilst writing this chapter I came up with 2 possible endings for the story, but I don’t know when the ending will be, or which ending I’ll choose. Maybe I’ll come up with a way of using them both.
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