Samantha snapped her fingers as the screams dissipated from the room. "Hell is not an endless party. You cannot have sex when you want. You are tortured from now to the end of time. Most humans would have decided by now. You have ten seconds, or you will be cast into The Void."
"Okay, okay, whatever you want me to do, I agree to it," Sean said. "Don't let me hear those screams ever again. I heard a person say they were pulling out their fingernails. One woman had her eyes gouged out. She was naked and being raped by some sort of demon." Sean laid face down on the bed, his head buried into the sheet. "It sounded awful. Please have mercy. I will do whatever it takes."
"That is a good choice." Samantha clapped her hands twice, turning around. "Anastasia does have mercy on humans. There are occasions where we must scare you into the right decision. I'm sorry I had to show you the other side. Your free will is also your greatest fall. What are you waiting for?"
Sean lifted his head. Putting his legs over the side of the bed, he cautiously stood up. His body felt lighter than usual. It was a weird sensation. If he could describe it, it would be like being on the moon but with weights on his arms and legs. He jumped for a moment and felt like he jumped twice high as he could on Earth. It wasn't quite what people described the afterlife to be. He was scared, but he knew The Void was not a place he wanted to go.
Samantha walked forward, her wings tucked behind her back, opening the door before her. "Sean, welcome to the Dreamweaver's Society."
Sean stepped through the door. His eyes surveyed books on shelves high as the eye could see. He saw people of all sizes and angels that looked like humans with supernatural abilities. They were floating flawlessly, pulling books out and putting them back on the shelves at an alarming rate.
"Humans are dying at a rapid rate, and we don't have enough time to process them all. Why can't we get some help here?" An older angel with a double chin floated above them grabbing a book quickly scrolling through its contents.
Samantha walked by, looking at the angel who shouted. "You know most of the warrior angels are fighting advance level demons. We don't have angels to put toward this project."
The older angel glided toward Samantha. He had a dwarf like appearance with a long beard. "You speak the truth, but it's hard to keep up with how fast they are coming in. We can't catch them all and some of them are going straight to The Void without a chance." He put his wrinkled finger up pointing it at Sean. "Like that one. I saw your conversation through the observation mirror. He almost didn't make it."
Sean looked up and at the pint-size creature. "You're one to talk; you barely come to my waist." He put his hand on his hips, bending over his eyes glaring down at the angel.
Samantha put her hands up, slapping them tougher as if brushing off dust from a good cleaning. "Ignore him. He's confused. I am taking him to the briefing room so he can understand what all of this is about."
"Hope so. Alexis can put him into shape. I hate being here, and she dragged us with her." The grumpy angel twitched his neck to Sean. "I miss the cooks in paradise. These chefs here are good but I consider them rejects."
"They're not that bad," she stated, turning away from him smiling. Samantha waved her right hand, continuing down the long path.
Sean put his hands in his pockets and gave the angel a head nod. He followed Samantha out of the extensive library area. So, this area is where people are processed. "Those doors connect to the world or our subconscious?"
"At the moment, it is beyond your comprehension," Samantha said. "Alexis, who's in charge of the program, will enlighten you. There is no turning back. This is your path to redemption, and don't blow it." Samantha opened the door, and they walked out into a giant mall of sorts.
There were shops and stores with people running to and fro.
"This looks like where I'm from. What is this?" Sean looked bewildered as they walked, noticing escalators and stairs and people flying. If there are people with magical abilities on display, why do they take contraptions like elevators or stairs for a situation instead of flying?
"Guardian Angels want to feel close to you. We want to know what it is to live in your shoes. We were created by Anastasia, so our existence is different. We have lots of power. But you were made in the image of Anastasia, which was different from how we were made. So for us to best relate to you, we dress like you and created a home similar to yours."
Sean nodded closely, following Samantha. He saw what appeared to be clothing stores, entertainment facilities. There was also music playing. It sounded like rock music with harps and violins. It was a unique sound that he'd never heard before. "From what I gather, this looks like a hangout spot for humans. You said welcome to the Dreamweaver Society. What is a Dreamweaver? Are all of these people Dreamweavers?"
"You do catch on," Samantha said, looking back at the tiny human behind her with a smile. "You were always intuitive when I watched you as a young child. Why didnt you become an engineer?"
"The old man pushed a lot on me. He wanted me to be good at everything. I got tired of it. I still do have a knack for that skillset." Sean looked at the ground, thinking about his father, who died before he could see him reach his full potential.
"I'm not going to show you all of our society, but the door we're about to go through leads out to the extraordinary chambers to where Alexis resides. You will do well to mind your manners. She holds the key to your salvation and your success here."
Sean nodded, taking a big gulp as two large golden doors open to a brilliant staircase with large pillars on each side. He could barely comprehend what was before him. The physics of the earth played no part in the supernatural area. When the doors closed behind him, it looked like he was walking in the clouds, the stairs were translucent, and he stepped up beside his Guardian Angel.
"Continue onward," a loud voice said.
"She sounds scary," Sean whispered, looking over at his Guardian Angel.
"She's only scary if you get on her bad side. She is a loving angel, but she has a limit. Thankfully I'm one of her favorites, so everything should be well."
Sean nodded as he continued to walk up the stairs. He came to the top; it appeared to be large golden drapes and velvet chairs everywhere. They were three maids cleaning up the room, and a desk with an oversized chair turned toward the bookshelf behind where the influential voice echoed.