[ wp ] after dying god informs you that hell is a myth , and `` everyone sins , its ok '' . instead the dead are sorted into six `` houses of heaven '' based on the sins they chose .

The man groaned as he struggled to see the fading but brilliantly illuminated figure before him through his bloody eyes. Everything was still a blur. He was laying on the floor, he certainly knew that. His leg was in pain, maybe his fibula was broken, but he was n't focused on that. 
 
 On the other side of the room, the figure was reaching out for him through a mirror, making a hideous screeching as the glow from its flesh faded even more. What was once a fantastic light through his faded eyes was now no more than a dim shine. He closed his eyes and reached back into his mind, everything still a blur. 
 
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 Less than a half hour prior he had finally reached what was to be the most epic moment in human history: actualizing God. The walls of his dim, one room house were covered in notes and he could n't help but pace it allowing his eyes to drift through each one. 
 
 `` This is it,'' his musky, underused voice said as he turned away from the faded barrier of notes and to a particularly interesting mirror, riddled with mechanics. He stepped over and began adjusting several pieces of tubing and other bizarre facets. He took a look into its surface. It was black, but still reflective enough that he could see himself in it. 
 
 `` This is it,'' he said again and walked over to a lever attached to the wall. He pulled it. 
 
 Electricity and light poured from the seemingly useless device less than three meters from him. It streaked and began to moan and twist as he shielded his face from the massive amounts of energy being released from it. 
 
 `` This is it!'' he screamed like a madman. 
 
 Then nothing. Silence and darkness. But he was conscious. He was thinking, but was he moving? 
 
 `` Hello, Abraham.'' He could hear it, the voice in the darkness. 
 
 `` Who is there?'' 
 
 `` You found me, Abraham.'' 
 
 `` God?'' 
 
 `` I am here, Abraham.'' 
 
 He could feel a hand touch his face. It was the only he could feel. It was everything. He was touching God. 
 
 `` Finally, after all of the years,'' he moaned. 
 
 Then it was over. 
 
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 His eyes were finally clear as he watched the once screeching figure completely fade out, leaving nothing more than a dim stone of God reaching out from the mirror. It was like a gargoyle, now lifeless and cold. 
 
 As his vision adjusted to the room, he could see that it looks like an grenade was set off. His body was propped up against his flipped over dining table. He looked around, trying to take in the mess and last several minutes. 
 
 Then he saw it. A leather bound book was sitting on the floor just under the creature. While he thought the creature had been reaching for him, it was actually lauding over the literature before him. 
 
 `` A message from God?'' he thought and quickly dragged his bruised and limp body over to the novel and picked it up. The title read, `` Houses of Heaven''. His hand began to tremble and he lifted front cover, allowing his eyes to dive into the tattered pages of text. 
 
 He gasped. `` The missing word of God,'' he said under his breath. `` Sinning is there to help sort us into heaven.'' His voice was trembling, he knew the creature he had felt was real, it was everlasting, it was ungodly, and this was its message. `` We must sin to go to heaven, there is no hell.'' he could n't contain the emotion, the raw feeling, escaping with each word that escaped under his breath. 
 
 `` This is it.'' he said, continuing to read. 
 
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 Behind the man, a shadow dwelled over him. It's darkness looked to be cast by Abraham, but only a trained eye would notice the trail extending from the mirror itself. Its darkness had an unnatural blackness and size that would stand out to any observer. It smiled. 
 
 For over half a century it watched the man live in this house - the tainted walls having never offered a chance for him to escape the madness being slowly groomed within. Over the decades it influenced this man to shut out the world. Over the years the seeds it planted began to grow. Eventually, it was able to fuel the passion that drove him into creating such a monstrous mashup of magic and science in an effort to create a God that does not exist. Well, it would gladly take the title of `` God'' for the bit of effort it had to put forth to deliver its message. Now, the man will spread its message for it. 
 
 `` What a silly man'', the darkness whispered, its body chuckling along side the movement of Abraham's arm turning another page. 
 
 `` There will be so many souls to reap.'' 
 
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 This is my first story here ( and writing in a _long time_ )! I really thought of this on the spot as I read the prompt and could n't help but write a little something. Hope you like! ( and I'd love commentary! )
