Work (Original Piece)

[Kongfuzi]

It was a regular day. Up at six, traversing the roughly cobbled road from my home to the place where I have spent the majority of my life. Work. I looked to my right as I traveled through the Mouth and past the sign, bearing the letters, "AAHYWEH", the Lakes were doing just fine, one in its usually state, the state most associate with where I live, and the other frozen. Odd, but my the tastes of my boss have varied greatly over the many years he has been in charge here. I ply my managerial trade down on the sixth floor of the place, overseeing the peons and making sure their tasks and punishment are always up to par. I pass my coworkers, some ranking with me, some below me, and one or two of which I are trusted lieutenants to the boss. Down the levels I go, you might even call them rings, they certainly are arranged that way, till I reached the sixth. Downright heretical really, why some of the worser layers are above us rather than below. Anyway, off to the daily grind, torturous and painful as always.

This is not right. There should not be that much light down here. The normal sounds of the upper areas have stopped, replaced with what I can only describe as a chorus, one made up of voices too ethereal and penetrating to have ever come from the lungs of a man. I can here them, the wretches my peons watch, cheering, believing they are saved, shouting and pleading to be able to return home, to the light. I order the legions to silence them, to return them to their usual depression and agony. This is not right. Some of the higher ups went to sort out the mess on their own. They should be powerful enough, but the chorus and light are grower ever stronger, tearing my eardrums and making my flesh sizzle. Just as I am about to flee to the boss, I notice they have reached my level. Many winged things incinerating all they touch. But most disconcertingly is what is leading them. A man.

Just as I thought all was lost, my hopes were rekindled. There was the boss, he would take out these invaders. I was shocked as he charged the man leading them, only to be thrown back, his normally beautiful visage torn to shreds, reduced to his true ugly and damned form, my boss lay weeping on the ground, wondering how he could have lost his kingdom in such a way. Shocked with fright and fear, I was about to sob as well when I felt a the sensation of the man's arms around me. At that moment I could feel it, all of the cold and hate I had held inside me was allayed by the feeling of his arms. In them, I could feel everything I once loved. The warmth, the love, the sheer majesty of His grace, all of it flooded inside me as I felt my essence purified, saved even. In that moment, I knew who that man was. HE WAS JESUS.