Rebirth

A Chapter by YokaiShinigami

Howard Allen Newman has been executed. However his real battle is just beginning.

“Howard Allen Newman, eh?” A deep raspy voice boomed, in a musty and dark room. I was strapped in and blindfolded, a soldier in my late 20’s, I sat in a torture chair.

“It’s Colonel Newman.”

“I know what I said. You are here because you are a heretic. You joined the holy army, even though you are a heathen that does not believe in our Lord. “

“So what? I fought for you didn’t I? I saved your men and women and children didn’t I?”

“We know what you were planning! You were planning on rising through the ranks and overthrowing our command. Of reforming HIS laws. YOU ARE A HERETIC! YOU have challenged HIM, and now to HIM you must answer.”

“You’re crazy. This war will never end if you keep that up.”

“So you were conspiring against us then. Do you not understand that we are His soldiers? We are His servants. Heathens such as yourself must be eradicated, if this world is ever to achieve a state of peace. Finish him, he is a traitor.”

I felt a sharp pain in my head, like a bullet had entered my skull. I didn’t believe in an afterlife back then, but now it seems I have absolutely no choice but to. The evidence is here, right in front of me. I’m in the fabled land of Hell.

Of course I must say I was surprised. I found that hell was one of the most peaceful and most technologically advanced places I had been too, I mean take a good chunk of great thinkers and give them eternal life and stick them in one area, and it doesn’t take them long to make even the worst of places into a paradise.

I must say, at first I thought I was in heaven, but I was quickly corrected. It turns out I have a meeting with the big man himself coming up. Of course I speak of Lucifer. He’s not exactly in charge, but he is the one with the plan, or so I here. Well, I’ll find out soon enough, I’m here. I walk out the elevator into a an elegant office with Holographic images floating around everywhere.

“Hello, how have you liked Hell so far?” A man sitting in a chair speaks to me. He has sleek blond hair that falls slightly past his shoulders. He wears a black suit, with dark red decal. He stands up and extends his hand; I’m shaking hands with Satan? I must be a heathen.

“So the Christians were right?”

“Somewhat right, there is a being superior to all of them who resides in this dimension, and he is in fact the most powerful being that exists in this dimension, and he does in fact take under his wing those who are blindly faithful, after all he may be powerful but he is not all powerful. He was not the first, and he certainly won’t be the last. Infact, one might go as far as to say that the only noticeable difference between him, and you is that he has experienced, like me, millions of more of what you call Earth years, our civilization had been around for much longer, and we were far greater in comparison to you humans. Many millions of years before Yahweh or I were born, our race learned of a way to traverse dimensions. By that time we had gained control of our genetic structure, surprisingly similar to yours, and were able to alter it such that as long as we had certain resources available our bodies could continue to live. Your new body is much the same.”

“New body huh? So how did I get here, you’re telling me this isn’t a soul?”

“No, there is no such thing as a “soul” at least in the sense in which you’re using the word. You see, our ancestors after learning the secrets to perpetual longevity and dimensional “transport” fell under a great epidemic and were almost wiped out. We scoured the dimensions looking for a new species to replace us. To make use of what we had made. We found yours. Still infantile, so we were able to send some of our information to you, to let your kind know that upon your death, you would continue to exist in our world. Or at least a configuration of molecules similar to yours.”

“So I’m not really me?”

“Yes and no. You are you in the sense that your Earthly counterpart was used as a blueprint for the you that stands here now. You know what your Earthly counterpart went through, because you’re essentially built from him, and you are him, and he is you. You are one and the same, because the molecular structure that you two shared is exactly the same, albeit the new you is more resilient.”

“That makes some sense.”

“Well, it was the only way. You see, actual dimensional travel is still impossible in the sense that matter nor energy cannot be created or destroyed in any universe, we don’t even know if it will ever be plausible. However we found a way to peer into dimensions, and we found ways to rearrange things in universes very similar to ours.”

“I see”

“You called for me?” A female voice said, I turned around to find a short, black haired girl, who was probably around 20, or at least appeared to be.

“Ah yes,” Lucifer said, then gestured towards me, “Lumanaria, this is Col. Newman, Col. this is Lumanaria. She will give you a tour of Hell, and let you in on the history of our universe, and that of many others. Please join her, and learn about us. I will meet with you again, more formally, later; you will continue your post as a warrior. Because Yahweh will not rest until we put an end to him or until he puts an end to our now peaceful way of life.”

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