“Wait!!!” The One cried out, in desperation to save them from eternal abomination. “Master, let us make it right. I beg of You… allow us this last chance to honor You. The Peace Keepers can escort us to the gates of hell and we will retrieve the souls engulfed-too-soon. We will give them back to You and make right where we have wronged. Please, Lord!”

With His back to them all, The Promise Keeper spoke. “This is My will, imparted to You. You have heard and now go forth to the rim of hell and bring back what could be eternally lost in scalding flame”.

Now set free from all restraint, the lost souls followed close at the heels of the soaring Peace Keepers, through galaxy after galaxy, in a constant descent. The speed at which they travelled caused their souls full transperancy, until the blinding heat of their destination brought them back to normalcy.

They hovered, at a distance, at the lip of hell. The smoldering, spitting volcano of damnation pulsed and breathed; long, gurgled hisses mingled with shrieks of the condemned in constant perish deep inside the great gates. The lip itself was vast, with fresh souls slowly slipping towards the opening gates, as they clawed madly, desperate for a foot hold to safety that would never come.

They also saw the Enemies mocking and taunting the new souls, and protecting the entrance to hell. These serpents of Satan stood firm; massive monsters, bathed in blood, with faces and features so wretched none could look on them for more than a second. Clad in armor and bearing razor sharp swords, they lived for battle and war was now upon them.

The Peace Keepers onslaught descended on them quick. Swords clanged and battle cries pierced all that listened. Chamuel beheaded beast after beast, wiping the demon blood off his sword on the dead. As hell itself was unleashed, with the gates now flung wide open, the souls were sucked faster into the mouth of flame.

The One lead the charge. Through warring angels, they grabbed soul after soul, some by their toe as they were in a head first tumble into the abyss but now saved, for His glory. More Enemies arose from inside the gates, attacking both Peace Keeper and helping souls. Bodies were flung, impaled, quartered and sawn in half. The battle continued until every soul was accounted for. The Peace Keepers stood their ground and though open wounds were upon them, not one perished. No one gave up their status as victor when it came to these beasts from the very pit of hell.

Meanwhile, back on Earth…
At funeral after funeral, corpses were coming back to life. Souls back to where they belong, to the shock of friends and family. Some had just been laid to rest in cremation ovens. Next thing you know, the mortician is losing his lunch at seeing the dead body rise and step out onto the cold floor. One corpse, while laying on the medical examiners table, came back to life just as the skull saw was millimeters away from opening his cranium.

The once dead now walked alive! Justice was restored and the lost souls, including The One, had completed their gory journey from wrong to right. Peace came where abandonment and anger once lived. Things seemed almost too settled…

His face was barely visible. The amount of light radiating from Him was almost too much for any of the lost souls to bear, including The One. His mouth did not move as He spoke.

“As you struggle to see Me for all of My goodness, I too struggle to see you because of all of your evil. You,” He thundered, calling out The One. Chamuel released his restraints and brought him before The Promise Keeper. The One’s eyes burned in the glory of his creators presence.

The Promise Keeper continued. “Without direction you did not do well. How did you lead? By killing innocence, altering deaths and confusing eternal destinations. Was that your battle to wage? Patience is a virtue and virtue is not your friend.”

“The issue was not that I did wrong and was trying to fix a glitch. There was never any glitch, though yes, there are and will always be many Enemies bringing chaos, murder and destruction. These are your enemies but that is presently besides the point.”

At that point, the marble floor shook and lightning shot forth from The Promise Keeper. His volume rose. “You created murder and altered eternities for 212 souls that we not ready to leave their earthly bodies and therefore you who should know better than anyone still living, will be cast into eternal flame forever to suffer as the lost do. You did not choose me; you followed your own way and must therefore be separated from Me for all eternity.”

Terror gripped the lost souls and they wept and begged for their souls but only The One had been unrestrained, physically as well as vocally and he remained at the foot of The Promise Keeper.

“You were all chosen; hand picked by Me to lead a division in heaven of the most fluid, brutal warrior angels. To instruct and to transfer the skills you all have yet to realize I have implanted in you. As General’s of the most elite legion of My Peace Keepers, you would have been eternalized with the greatest of honors.”

“But again, I say to you… you chose wrong. For what was in front of you, there was extreme failure and you chose wrong. And now you will fall and tumble and burn forever in the bottomless pit where I do not stand foot. This is your end.”

All went black and all hope vanished in the blink of an eye..

Death after bloody death of the innocent and of the guilty littered the streets. The carnage ended almost as quickly as it began, yet only the dead truly know how life actually begins after death.

The multitude of lost souls piled up, one scared apparition after another, on the floor of a grand throne room. Many statues and indescribable art work graced each massive wall.  The ceiling seemed open to the atmosphere of heaven itself, with swirling colors and shooting stars though like fire works. The floor employed white and caramel marble, cold and flawless; beautiful and majestic.

Peace Keepers flooded the palatial foyer, seizing and arresting all in attendance. With the wave of his fist, archangel Chamuel restrains all lost souls. They kneel in full surrender, arms wide and in full paralysis, awaiting what is to come.

Chamuels sovereign voice becomes audible, deep and commanding. “Remove thy defenses. You kneel naked and fully exposed for all your offenses.”

Visions of their anarchy and murderous calamities invaded their minds. The full effect of their sin made most of the lost souls tremble in their restraints.

Chamuel spoke again. “Nothing can suprise Him. But He is most displeased. Your arrogance and vile retribution as your powerless plight to garner the attention of Him has failed you all. In my eyes, you all need to be cast down into the inescapable pit of fire and death. But He will judge you, not I.”

Just then, the room went black as the darkest night. Warm air seeped in across the floor and the walls shook as thunder filled this place. Lightning shot like gun fire across the room and ripped through all in attendance. If the souls were allowed to speak, screams of sheer terror would have echoed for days out of that glorious hall.

And then in the blink of an eye, the most luminous blur of white light  blinded all who were witness.

The Promise Keeper Himself had arrived…..

The bodies with the dual spirits created the most chaos. Torn inside and misguided and therefore volatile, these battling souls committed heinous atrocities.

It was like test driving a tank… the lost souls couldn’t operate these bodies properly though they tried every gear possible. They weren’t attached or connected and the clash between them and the hosts brain was completely severed. The soul that this mind was aligned with was now at the mercy of a new soul; a lost soul operating out of fear and desperate for a final destination.

And the dual inhabitants were much, much more confused and therefore reached out in maleficence. The lost soul would subdue the alpha soul in many cases and then try to control the host, with the same results as the single spirit hosts. Major difference was that the alpha soul wouldn’t let itself be bound for long periods. They would break loose and re-connect with the host, bringing temporary common sense to the body as the brain could make sense of things. Then the alpha soul gave attempt at binding the lost one, strangulating him while running the show. This wouldn’t last long as the lost soul, having nothing to lose, would disconnect the host and the alpha, then would subdue the alpha yet again.

As these interior wars were waged, outwardly, each infected host body were monsters. Grabbing women, children, animals… anything smaller than them and gutting them. A teen boy was picked up and slammed down on the top of a picket fence, impaled for no reason. Animals had their heads torn off.

Diseased host would attack diseased host, and end them, each soul released. Some of the dual possessions found ways of offing themselves, confused and terrified to the last breath.

Such a bloodbath on earth.

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of hell
Glitch and his Generals of Gore masterminded and controlled the annihilation taking place on Earth. Masters of butchery, they received great evil delight in seeing their plan carried out. Devilish laughter and beastlike barking echoed in their chamber of horrors; dismembered limbs and pools of blood they wade through. Ancient demons of mammoth size, decorated in the highest level of vileness. Intent on victory, the celebration over their proposed defeat of the Promise Keeper was rich in demonic pride…

In the dark night sky, up near the heavens, if visible from Earth, looked like an extreme fire work display. Peace Keepers sliced through Enemy after Enemy. They sought Glitch: the ancient demon now in hiding and protected by the evil multitude of all the Enemies.

They functioned without bounty, doing their masters business. Bred for war, they scoured the heavenlies, no stone unturned. Seek and destroy, without the slightest mercy.

And back down on Earth…
The One surveys the busy street, searching for whom to inhabit. The Gathering watches earnestly, unbelieving his plan.

He approaches a man in his late twenties, big in stature. The man sits on a bench, talking on his phone, unbeknownst to any spiritual presence stalking him.

The One entered fast, embedding himself deep in his body. To the naked eye, nothing changed about this man. He went about his business, with no knowledge that a second soul inhabited him.

Inside was another story. Immediately on insertion, the original soul went into a frenzy, not knowing what to do. Believing two souls could not coexist like this, the One lunged in full force, choking him. The soul clawed at him, screaming.

It was at this moment that The Gathering could get a taste of what was happening on the inside by witnessing the man’s body react. He was choking and stood up, his arms flailing dramatically. People stopped in their tracks, unknowing of what to do as they watched this man convulse.

The One pummeled the alarmed soul, bouncing him all over inside his shell. The soul had no choice but to evacuate his hosts shell, and he was instantaneously absorbed into hell, though well before his time.

And now The One was left alone inside this new host and a overwhelming sense of now-what overtook him. The host himself was lost; frozen up and possessed by something other than all he ever knew.

Immediately, souls from The Gathering began inhabiting body after body after body, taking The Ones lead. Some battled and took full possession, and some didn’t know what to do and ended up double spiriting their host, like a ghost with two heads.

Neighborhoods were flooded with these inhabitations. People seemed to be losing their minds. Wide spread panic and chaos was breaking loose, and it was all over the media. These lost souls that were once in a cold exile were now trapped inside strange bodies, committing even stranger acts…

Minutes passed like days. Days accumulated as months. Hope was failing. Maybe this was the end of the road for these abandoned souls, without a home and without answers.

They stayed connected as one, never altering the plan. And in this distant, cold utopia, no word from The Promise Keeper had come. Not even a whisper or direction as they had felt inhabiting bodies on earth, though foggy in recollection. But their spirits knew, especially now that all they were are spirits, longing for something. Judgement. Acceptance. Rejection. Anything.

And just as they watched each second pass on this lonely orb, wherever they were, in the blink of an eye they felt the pull of the open portal, bringing them out of the dungeon they waited in.

The plan had worked. The legion of apparations, the Gathering, had been called back to earth, piggybacking the One they knew as Chosen. They dispersed immediately, sensing their earthly destinations and wanting desparately to re-inhabit their earthly bodies.

Without knowledge of month, day or year, one by one, realized the only remains of them on this planet resided six feet under the ground, either in bone or in ash. The natural life they craved would not be recreated. As if on cue, all lost souls migrated back to where the portal spewed them and from there, they delved under ground.

“What is left for us here?”

“Why are we abandoned by our maker?”

“The plan has failed! You must not be the One!”

At that moment, he knew what must take place. He commanded all to join as one, to remember what unity felt like. They rose to the surface and stayed united.

Then he whispered these words. “We are souls, lost but alive, yearning for home. Abandoned by our maker, we are given a chance and we shall take it. Possess. Let us inhabit, by choice, those bodies that draw air.”

“But these bodies contain souls already!”

“No earthly body can possess two souls! Can they??”

“If we can inhabit, what if we get swallowed up and never find our way home?”

Meanwhile, up in the Greater Realm
A great uproar is accumulating in the Greater Realm. The Promise Keeper himself, though infallible, is working around the heavenly clock to fix this Glitch; to eradicate this demon that is spelling disaster and messing up the Plans irrevocably. His Peace Keepers are in full force; in full hunt mode for all enemies engaging against.

Battle stations are readying. War is at hand!