[ WP ] A device has been invented that allows the user to gaze upon Heaven or Hell . Hell is terrifying , and those who see it often need counselling . But their terror pales compared to those who witness God 's domain .

`` Lakes of fire. Demonic shrieks that never end. It's all true! Locusts. Plague. Fallen Angles. Goats. Nightmares have come to pass. I SEE THE HORSE! I SEE THE HORSE! IT IS ALL NIGH! THE END COMES SWIFTLY AND ALL WILL BARE WITNESS TO....!'' 
 
 
 The sedatives finally took their desired effect. Greg had been wailing for the better part of an hour since donning the goggles. His faced had aged in seconds, the lines and contours drawing in and forming shadows, and his hair had become a ghostly white. 
 
 
 Nobody could communicate with him. He just kept going on, seeming oblivious to everything around him. Everyone in the lab had tried to talk to him even Father Davis, who had been brought in as a `` consult''. Everyone had laughed at that in the beginning. Now, Greg having been finally subsided, he stood at the center of nearly a dozen questioning stares. 
 
 
 The room was silent, save for the faint humming of various machines. Father Davis stood his ground, sweating profusely. His face stood as impassive as stone, but his eyes betrayed the rest of his hard composure. They held the ancient fears of a child seeking refuge from a stray hound and finding none. But nobody pressed Father Davis because the same fear had reflected in each of them, and they understood that Father Davis did not comprehend anymore than they did. 
 
 
 `` Well?'' Someone finally asked. `` What went wrong. It was meant to show him paradise. What happened?'' 
 
 
 `` I do n't know, Stevens. For the briefest moment, it seemed that all was going to plan. There was wonder, pure joy, and amazement. Then everything went to shit.'' Flenning said. 
 
 
 Greg snapped up in the bed, `` I LOOKED UPON THE HOUSE OF THE LORD, AND I SAW EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! FROM MY PERCH I COULD SEE THEIR TORTURED SOULS, HEAR THEIR CRIES, WHILE SITTING IN THE MIDST OF DIVINE ECSTASY! THERE WAS NAUGHT I COULD DO FOR THEM! THE END DRAWS NEAR! IT COMES FOR US ALL!'' He slumped back forcefully and became comatose. 
 
 
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 Stevens sat in the lab alone. Everyone had gone. Greg had been admitted to St. Mary's for long term care. They could n't find anything wrong with him, and perhaps only God Himself would ever know. 
 
 
 Maybe... 
 Stevens clutched the goggles between his hands. He had to know. It did n't matter the consequences, he had to know what Greg had seen. He had reasoned himself through fear, and the desire had overtaken all else. With a deep breath, he slipped on the goggles. 
 
 
 Immediately, Stevens felt indescribable happiness. It came from EVERYWHERE all around him. Happiness, joy, amazement. He could n't move, but in the flooding ecstasy he did n't care. He was in Heaven. He felt his scope of the universe expand rapidly. He could see it all: Stars, galaxies, the universe, and everything. He could see it all. He could see... Hell. 
 
 This could n't be right. The goggles were meant to see Heaven. He looked around and realized he *was*. But he was inside, and as his visible range expanded, the bubble of ecstasy seemed to shrink. He could actually *see* Hell. He could feel the evil pouring out. The joy he felt shriveled as empathy began to hit. The `` world'' soon became defined as two places. Him sitting alone inside paradise, and everything else, outside in a fire prison screaming in pain. 
 
 
 He could n't bare it. He yearned to help them. He did n't know why, but he had to save them. But he could n't. Their deathly wails bit into the last of his emotions. He sat alone. Unable to help, and physically unable to feel happiness. The only thing that he could feel akin to happiness was cold. He held onto the cold. It was all he could do. Alone and cold, he sought for answers. He found none, and curled into a fetal position with his eyes closed, trying to ignore the terrible screams.
