The Last Consolation
© Joel Aguilozi, 2020
I was running in a forest. He didn’t distinguish colors. Everything looked black and white. Someone was chasing me. I just ran, ran, ran.
I felt terror, and I told myself; “this is my end.” I closed the eyes. Wait. Nothing was happening, so I decided to open them. That being extended his hand in a friendly manner and said: join me and do justice. But where was that voice coming from? It didn’t take me long to realize that it was a transmission from mind to mind. I didn’t know what he was referring to, or what justice he was talking about. Suddenly an inexplicable force made me fall and then a vision showed me the evil of the world. It was not new to me, and I accepted, I sinned, and I accepted. I let the flesh say goodbye to my spirit; that dirty and cursed flesh that made me commit so many blunders, that made me take solace when bad things happened to someone else. Machine Translated by Google
I entered through the fiery door and was greeted by the deepest darkness. The infernal gloom. I heard laughter, screams, cries and, gathering courage, I took the first step. He walked with difficulty on human bones. My eyes lit up in flames that illuminated my surroundings. From among enormous columns of bones that stood against the walls, other similar and terrifying beings suddenly appeared.
–Follow me–they invited me. I obeyed, I had no choice.
He kept jumping around me laughing tirelessly. I didn’t know what to expect, until suddenly, he touched my head and showed me the truth. He had unleashed supreme destruction. The same Apocalypse. Thanks to my desire to take justice into my own hands, the people I refused to kill were now suffering in a hell worse than mine. I didn’t think twice and I didn’t stop to meditate on his message.
We toured the place, once again encountering tears, laughter, and screams. I knew they were the souls killed by my desire. Dozens of spider-shaped eyes were watching me. In a cave I was left by the gloomy company. The demon that started me on the path of justice appeared again, and this time he seemed to be even happier. The abyss was waiting for me, the creature that had been chasing me from the beginning danced around me. What did it want to tell me? However, the animals seemed not to be scared, on the contrary they came towards me in an attitude of adoration.
And when I saw myself dead in the forest, I knew they had set a trap for me.
–Call me Abbadon –said the creature –The abyss thanks you for destroying the world. Justice has many forms, but your justice was our revenge and you never knew it. Machine Translated by Google
I opened my eyes. I was in a mansion that was falling apart, I hadn’t been there, maybe I remembered, and I definitely hadn’t been there. That anguish that burned like fire, destroyed me again and again, and as an ascended demon I couldn’t even cry. It had no place anywhere. Desperately I looked for a place, I had to cleanse myself, and my soul entered my mind. I felt devastated, betrayed, and my wings began to lose strength. I wandered the world and saw only destruction. At that moment I wanted to end myself, but my soul already had an owner and I could not resort to my end in any way.
I walked cautiously and saw a specter, or a lost soul that seemed to writhe in pain; In silence, I floated slowly down the ebony wooden staircase towards one of the three rooms on the upper floor. As I floated, I tried to follow him with my black wings, but I couldn’t, I no longer had them, my precious and beloved wings were gone. in my back. Indeed he was a simple human, that’s what it was about, in my mind he was again a simple human. Even though fear had not yet invaded me, I climbed the stairs at a slow pace and with the creaking of the wood my ears seemed to be destroyed. The house that preserved its horrible state was very elegant, different exotic ornaments decorated the living room. I stopped to examine them for a moment, and saw that they were the heads of demons that I knew from having been in hell itself.
The door of the room where the ghost entered was in front of me, I still didn’t feel afraid, “maybe hell trained me well” I thought; I tried to open it but it was impossible, the handle, covered by rust, simply gave way on its own and I gained courage. Machine Translated by Google
I asked her the reason for her insistence and she didn’t say a word, I walked closer, and upon seeing her more closely; I thought I saw a woman’s face, with short hair, it was unrecognizable. A bandage soaked in blood covered them; My calculations were incorrect, he slowly slid the blindfold off and showed me the holes where his eyes were supposed to be; someone had torn it off; What horror, I felt nauseated but I reflected, this is my mind, and if it is mutilated like this it is because of me, or perhaps… I didn’t want to understand it, but that was the reason why the demons chose me. My mind was worse than hell itself, or maybe I was worse than hell and all the demons combined. Suddenly and in the continuous murmur, the creature pointed at me with his index finger. between. For the second time my nerves tried to explode, but I was stronger and entered. The ghost was in front of me and getting closer tried to whisper something to me. Look at his eyes, and notice that they were bleeding.
Dressed in white silk, she dropped coins on her right and left sides. I moved forward, just moved forward, nervous and trembling, I passed over it, crossing it, and when I did, a vision entered my eyes, and I saw terror, the terror of the human being that I hated so much, and weaned. The damage was done, now my mind was not a refuge, rather it was another hell. I didn’t know what to do and I ran towards the door that connected to the other room and when I found the exit that represented the end of my torment, I saw a scale, and I finally understood: “Gouge out the eyes of justice, which is blind, and I have also swallowed them”, that pain that lurked like a scorpion needle in my stomach was his eyeballs; My own justice showed her the darkness and she in return and as punishment gave me true pain. The true pain of judging, without wanting to be judged.