Blog 1 Topic 6 Chapter 1 END? (SEASON-2) Restoration of consciousness

 

Blog 1

Topic 6

Chapter 1

END? (SEASON-2)

Restoration of consciousness

My father was leading me to the stairs with a gentle smile. We reached a platform where two paths appeared: one was radiant, filled with light, leading upward toward heaven—the place my father was destined for and wanted me to follow. The other descended into darkness, toward hell. I looked at my father and said, “Heaven is for those who never hurt anyone. Dad, you are the purest soul I have ever known. You deserve heaven. I don’t. You go ahead—I know my place.”

My father gazed at me with sorrow and replied, “Son, I love you. Do you know my greatest regret? Losing you too soon. I cannot bear to lose you again.” I smiled and answered, “If fate wants me to be with you, then no god or demon can stop me. They are not worthy.”

I descended into the darkness, where countless souls were being tortured. As I walked, Lucifer, the king of hell, approached me. “You don’t belong here,” he said. Shocked, I replied, “I thought I hurt my father, so this is where I belong.” Lucifer smiled. “That makes you pure. You haven’t done wrong, yet you accept blame and came here willingly. Look at these souls—if I freed them, they would rush to heaven and destroy it. But you… you don’t belong in heaven. You are above them.”

As we walked, I saw a deep abyss. Lucifer smiled and cast me into it. I fell endlessly until I reached God. “Hello, child. You seem troubled,” He said. I bowed my head. “I think I belong in hell. Lucifer told me so.” God smiled. “Lucifer said you don’t belong there. And you refused heaven with your father, saying only fate could reunite you. But I believe fate wants you to return to your friends.”

I was stunned. “But I am already dead. What do you mean?” God replied gently, “You haven’t confessed your love yet. If you stay, you’ll meet her only after eighty years, when her life is worn and broken. I give you a chance now.”

I smiled. “You are the almighty creator, but even gods can misuse power.” God laughed heartily, clutching His stomach. “Oh, my child, I cannot believe you are my creation. What will you do then?” I answered firmly, “I am a warrior. Fighting is in my blood.”

God’s smile softened. “Go, son. Do what you must. But remember—do not kill. On your way back, you will meet other gods and hear stories that may fill you with hatred. Do not let that drive you to murder, for that would be your greatest sin. I give you freedom and your armor.” He opened a portal.

I looked at Him and said, “Before I clean the world, I want to clean the garbage first.” God laughed. “I hope this cleaner doesn’t make a mess. Go, child.”

THE STORY BEGINS…………………..