The Wrath of Jeremy by Stephen Andrew Salamon Page A

me? Where am I?”
    Before Christopher could answer Jeremy, he
disappeared into thin air, allowing Jeremy’s eyes to show
frustration at this new mystery of appearance. He saw the corner
where Christopher came running from before, and ran toward it,
following it, only to have his mouth drop once he passed it. Before
Jeremy stood a palace, a gigantic palace that had thousands of
stairs leading up to it, as it floated in the heavens, with the
angels circling around it like a twister of love. His eyes followed
the stairs, seeing that they led to two enormous doors. As he
looked closer, he saw the palace was on a single cloud, like a
magical secret uncovered, and his eyes were the only witness.
Without thinking, Jeremy ran toward the first stair and stepped on
it, questioning, “How the hell am I gonna walk up all these stairs?
It’s gonna take me at least a day!”
    Before he began his journey up the staircase,
the angel children came soaring down them, shooting past Jeremy,
knocking him down. It was all the children, and they were pushing
at Lucifer. The angel David shouted, “You see, I knew you couldn’t
do it!”
    “I could to, I just didn’t want to do it
now,” defended Lucifer’s young self, before Peter and David started
hitting him on his angelic head.
    David yelled toward Lucifer, while pushing
him, “Just because you sit on the left-hand side of Father doesn’t
mean you’re more powerful than him!” David slapped Lucifer in the
face while finishing with, “It just means you are a kiss-up and a
chicken!”
    “You’re just jealous of me, all of you,”
cried Lucifer, with Jeremy falling to the marble staircase in
weakness.
    This scene confused Jeremy once more, saying
in fatigue, “I didn’t know angels talked like this.”
    David kicked Lucifer in the leg, shouting,
“Oh, yeah, I’m jealous of your bright pulsating self. Listen, I
wouldn’t want light coming from me, you look like a firefly that
Father just created in one of his works. Lucifer, he just gave you
simple powers, not the power to create, like Father does every time
he paints a picture. You are nothing but a bright thing.”
    Lucifer started to cry more, especially after
this realm took over the silence, and the silence took over it,
deafening his ears and causing a weakness that he couldn’t
understand where it came from. Lucifer whimpered, and cried, “One
day I’ll show you—I’ll show all of you.” He took flight and
disappeared into the skies of wonder, with pain to his flight.
    They laughed again, then the angel Gabriel
asked, “When is that going to be?”
    Jeremy tried to get up, but his weakness was
growing, and David asked, as he spotted Lucifer in the skies,
“Yeah, when are you going to do it?”
    Lucifer turned around in the sky and was
still, waiting to speak, craving to find the right words. They all
waited, while this angel of future evil shined his body light more
and opened up his mouth.
    “It’s going to be in about an hour,” a voice
said, with Jeremy opening up his eyes and seeing the words coming
from Mary talking to a stewardess, walking away from him and Mary.
Finding himself on a plane, his tired eyes opened more with
bewilderment, bouncing up from his seat and yelling, “What the hell
happened? Where am I?”
    “You passed out in the park, and you’re on an
airplane right now,” Mary answered seriously, while Jeremy fell to
the ground in awe.
    Jeremy was terrified, even while the
stewardess helped him to his seat; he was distraught at what he saw
and what he was seeing now. “What’s wrong with me?”
    Jeremy sat in his seat while Mary replied, “I
gave you some medicine, it kind of makes your muscles relax.
Jeremy, what happened to you in the park?”
    Jeremy’s eyes scanned the plane and the
people who gawked at him with whispers of what drug he was on going
past all of their lips. “How long was I passed out for?”
    “Well, for about nine hours. I called your
parents and told them what