The Wrath of Jeremy by Stephen Andrew Salamon

if something was good or
evil, no one should cause pain or agony by teasing another person.
So, without a thought, without any force in himself to hold Jeremy
back, he got up and began walking toward the angels, seeing them
push the angel Lucifer even more, allowing more tears and pain to
shed from Lucifer’s eyes and wings of beauty. Jeremy’s walking
turned to running, passing by miniature fairies as they stood on
rose petals and sunflower leaves, watching this argument and trying
to yell toward Jeremy not to get involved. He did not hear their
faint voices, and kept up his stride, wanting this scene to stop,
knowing he was here, in this realm, for a reason. His feet began to
feel heavy, that of a dream landscape, yet he fought the weight,
and kept up his run, finally reaching the circle of angels, and
yelling at the top of his lungs, “Leave him alone!” But the
children couldn’t hear him.
    All Jeremy could do was listen to the next
abusive word, and pray that this scene would be over with soon, and
he could return to the park with Mary to comfort his new
experience. “Hey, Peter, do you think Lucifer is the most powerful
of all?” Michael asked in a sarcastic way. Michael then yanked one
of Lucifer’s feathers from his silvery white wings of beauty,
plucking it out in an instant, causing it to bleed and have the
blood running down Lucifer’s back. He held the feather high in the
air, like a wand of power, proving to all, especially Lucifer
himself, that he was not powerful at all. The feather was a prize,
and the blood shed on his back was the entertainment.
    The angel named Peter, seeing Michael still
holding the bloody feather, laughed out loud toward Lucifer’s
crying eyes, and shouted, “Hey, Christopher, how about you, do you
think Lucifer is the greatest, the most powerful being ever?”
    Christopher giggled. “No, I think he’s the
weakest angel of all!”
    The five angels of beauty, with souls of
disgrace, folded in more toward Lucifer, yelling, taunting, and
laughing at him, watching his back bleeding and not caring about
the pain he had in him. Jeremy, full of puzzlement and sadness, saw
one shining tear out of many falling from this angel Lucifer’s
eyes, like his soul was bleeding out with agony. Jeremy tried once
again to stop the other angels from picking on him, but they still
couldn’t see or hear him. Jeremy turned a bit, and saw millions of
fairies standing on millions of flowers in the distance, all crying
themselves, and Jeremy just stood there, not knowing what to do.
That’s when Jeremy stood silent and watched the scene, saying no
more to stop the battle.
    Suddenly, Lucifer shouted, “Alright, I’ll
show all of you, I’ll prove I’m the most powerful!”
    “I got to see this. God isn’t going to like
this one bit,” giggled David, with all of them following Lucifer as
he walked toward a forest of gold.
    Jeremy followed them at the same time as the
clouds of white became dark green meadows of wonder, and entered
the forest of gold, turning into a forest of pure green on the
inside. The animals, fairies and Jeremy followed these six angels
as they walked fast, with Jeremy stopping for a second and gazing
up through the trees toward the sky, filled with rainbows of colors
that he didn’t even know existed. He was in a trance, seeing angels
upon angels flying and soaring through the sky like automobiles on
a highway. Jeremy was intrigued. But then he heard a loud noise,
like a door slamming, and turned away from the heavens, only to see
that the angels were gone from his sight, and in his view was the
angel Christopher running around a corner and toward Jeremy, like
he was being chased from a fear that came abruptly to his angel
eyes. Jeremy grabbed Christopher as he passed him and asked,
“What’s wrong?”
    Christopher’s young and beautiful frightened
eyes looked up at him and answered, “Lucifer’s gonna get in trouble
if he goes against Father!”
    “Wait, you can hear