intermittence

As he sat on the edge of the railing, watching the blood and glitter spill out onto the ground, he couldn't help but be grateful that he was finally dead. He was finally done with the pointless thing called life. 

Tempus omina diruit, meaning, time destroys all things. It's a Latin phrase that was deeply rooted in his life. What's the point of life if everything you do will fade away with time? He wasn't some genius to get his thoughts and ideas passed down through generations.

Even then, his name would eventually be lost to time, and so would all of humanity. So every time the man would do something, he just felt like it was pointless. So, he did the only logical thing his mind could think of. 

He strapped a vest full of glitter to his chest and acted like a terrorist. A quick way to die without doing a commit die.

So here was was, kicking his feet over the edge, just watching as the paramedics tried to resuscitate him. Heaven, Hell, Nothing, and Reincarnation. Those are the only four options he believed were possible, so he wasn't too worried about what would happen now.

"Hello," A woman said. "How was your life?" She came from nowhere and was now talking to the dead man.

"4 out of 10," he responded. "Wouldn't recommend it to anyone." 

"I don't know, seems like you had at least some fun in your life," she said pointing towards the glitter.

He took a moment to look at the woman. She was of African American descent, long black braids, and amethyst eyes. She had a kind smile plastered on her face. He followed he finger and chuckled when he saw what she was pointing at.

"Yeah, had to at least make my life somewhat interesting. Good luck to everyone else." He didn't care for other people, only himself. Maybe that was why he didn't have many friends. 

He sat there in silence while his body was being ushered onto a gurney and taken away. She stood there with him as it all happened. When his body was taken away, the place was taped off and everyone was gone, the two people stayed there in silence. 

The man twisted to look the other way and got another glimpse of the woman. She had long blond hair and was wearing something similar to what a barista would wear. She was white with amethyst eyes. He sat watching over the crowd that was still there. Then he jumped. 

The woman's eyes shot open as she followed behind him. When he hit the ground his legs buckled under him and both his knees hit the ground violently. The rest of his body followed soon after and smacked the ground with a thud. He looked like he was in the middle of prayer.

"What the hell was that," the woman said. It took a while, but he managed to move and look up with a groan. He stared at the Asian woman's eyes.

"Just wanted to know if I could die again. You know, death then super death type deal," he confessed. He was just curious if you could die again while dead. What would that even mean?

"You could have asked," she stared at the man on the ground. Back to the silence they went with neither communicating. All of her focus was on the man, it was like nothing existed in the world but him. 

It was another five minutes before she broke the silence. "I've never been the one to have to initiate, but let's begin. You are dead, and you need to go to the afterlife. Heaven, hell, or another round of life. It's your pick."

"Wait, you can pick? That doesn't make sense," the man was bamboozled. "And another round of life, what does that entail?"

Many people had asked that so the woman wasn't surprised. "Well, you see there are three options as you were a Christian. Heaven, where you will go to God's kingdom and be within his love for all of eternity. Hell, where you can go be in the Devil's kingdom and embrace sin. Meaning all the sex, murder, and bad thoughts you have can be embraced with no remorse. Then there is the option for another life. Honestly I feel like it's the worst decision out of the three because everything you want can be accomplished in either of the other two."

"Can you kill people in heaven," the soul cut her off when she said that last part. 

"Obviously not," the ginger woman responded.

"Can you find true love in hell," 

"I highly doubt it," the woman said. The man just shook his head and motioned for her to continue. "So, for the another life option, it is basically neutral ground, or purgatory. A place to think and find yourself more before you decide which place to spend your eternity in," the woman finished her explanation.

"Ok, I get it," the man smiled. "Send me to hell," he said happily. 

She smiled and shook her head. "Why hell?" she wasn't taken aback by his answer. It was surprising how many people would choose hell considering how hell was talked about in their religious texts.

"Just sounds fun," he spoke his true thoughts. "Plus, I wonder if I could convince the Devil to turn over a new leaf and come back into the grace of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ," he said feverously. "I mean if I have an eternity, I'm sure I could pull it off."

"Nope," some random guy said. A man appeared in a burst of fire and brimstone. "There is no way I'm letting you come to my place." He flicked his hand and sent the soul flying away.

The Samoan woman looked stunned at the man. "Why, would you do that? It is the sacred right of every soul to choose their afterlife!" she yelled at the man. He didn't say anything, he just put his hand on her temple and let her see what he saw.

In the visions, the man went to hell. It took a couple of years for him to finally find the devil and when he did, he started preaching to him. The Devil cast him away multiple times but he would always come back. Eventually after hundreds of years, the Devil stopped sending him away as he felt it was a pointless endeavor.

That wasn't even the worst part for him. See, as everyone in hell was fulfilling their desires and doing whatever they wanted, not many cared about talking to the devil. So day after day 24/7, 7 days a week, he was the only person he saw and communicated with.

Eventually, he broke and pleaded with him to stop his harassment. But that was the trap all along. He said he would stop if the Devil made his normal form into a female. He didn't think much of it because gender meant little to him.

After five thousand years in hell, he made love to the Devil on the daily and had the queen, former king, of Hell as his bride.

The woman had seen all that happen and was shaken. "Sounds fun, he said. He really just wanted to go to hell to get with the Devil. Crazy Bastard."