A Home Like Ours by Fiona Lowe (feel good books .txt) 📕

What the hell? Is he turning me into a guinea pig for his experiment on how to get more people into Heaven? Or Heaven worlds, because Hell worlds are getting full?

“The most important reason why I am giving this feature to people. Right now, on most worlds, no one knows if they are getting into Heaven or not. Well, I am introducing what I am calling,” he pauses and moves his hands from left to right as if displaying a sign, “Heavenly Tokens.” He finishes and simply stares at me with a big proud smile.

“Heavenly Tokens?” I say, baffled. Then suddenly I see, or hear, I am not sure which to be honest, words.

Heavenly Tokens: 1 of 200

“Yup,” he says, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth, “Heavenly Tokens. Reach that magical number 200, and you are guaranteed a spot on a Heavenly world. Like it?”

“So I have one point? From what?” I ask him, trying to take all of this in.

“Oh, that was for your death on Earth and not taking the choice of removing your old boss’ soul from his body. Heavenly Tokens are received for doing good deeds. You can gain them, or you can lose them,” God says.

“And this Heavenly world stuff?” I ask him.

“Think of it as your version of Heaven from Earth. Live the rest of your life happily, until Armageddon. Otherwise, you will spend your life in pain on a Hell world, which is just a really hot, desert-like world with almost no water, and lots of monsters and such. But if you die on there, your soul dies as well, so you don’t go anywhere. Easier on me, to be honest, but I am getting so many souls going to Hell worlds lately that even the deaths of the souls aren’t leaving enough room,” he says with a sigh.

Shit, so if I had truly died and gone to Hell, it would have been to a Hell world like that? Fucking hell. Yeah, nope. I don’t want that.

“Now, I need to get going. Things to do, people to see,” he says, getting up, his chair disappearing as he does. I get up as well, and my chair also disappears.

“Wait, I have one more question before you go! Why is English a magical language here? I mean, I mean that’s going to make me pretty powerful,” I remark quickly.

“Ah, that is my test for you. I’m going to need someone to watch over a world of mine one day, and I want to see what you do with this power of yours. What you do with it is up to you. I won’t give you choices, options, or even a guideline—just this. Enjoy your life, but be good to others. And Alex?” he says to me, looking at me intently, and that powerful gaze is back, causing my knees to almost buckle under the power of it.

“Yes?” I ask him, feeling the need to shit my pants.

Suddenly the power from that gaze is removed, and he smiles at me softly and says, “Self-defense is allowed,” and then he is gone.

I just stand there and stare at the spot he had been standing in and wonder to myself, what the fuck just happened?

Chapter Ten

Did God just say that the reason he gave me the English language was to see how, or what, I would do with it? And was that just a potential job offer? And is the rest of my time on Boromour the job interview?

“Alex?” Leeha says in a panic, looking at me with big, scared eyes.

Rushing to her, I help her up and ask her, “Are you all right?”

“Alex, how did you go from sitting down to standing over there? And how did I end up on the ground?” she asks, disoriented.

“Yeah,” I say with a sigh. “I had a visit from my God.” What the fuck was that last part he said, about self-defense being allowed?

“Well, well, what have we here?” I hear a shout from outside our wall. “Is that an Elf fucker with that bitch?”

Leeha looks at me in fear and whispers, “Oh no. They were able to track me.” But she isn’t really looking at me.

I get up and look over my wall, which is about five feet tall, and see three men. The one who shouted is short and overweight. He is dressed in a blue robe, and it’s filthy as hell. There are mud and grass stains all over it. He is balding on top and has a scraggly beard, that honestly looks about as good as what I was able to grow back on Earth at the best of times.

The one on the left is tall, skinny, and is wearing a green robe, and like his buddy, it’s dirty as fuck. He has a big grin on his face, but it’s not friendly at all. His right cheek has a large scar on it, and I can see it’s fresh. He has short black hair, but he is clean-shaven, which is why I can see the scar.

The third one is tall and butt ugly, but unlike his friends he is in armor, with a sword over his back. He is staring at us with no emotions on his face. His arms are crossed and he has a crest on his armor in the shape of a star with two crossed swords. His armor seems to be in better condition than the two men’s robes.

“Listen here, animal lover,” yells the first man. “Give us the fucking Elf and you can go on your merry way. We have no quarrel with you. But if you don’t step back, you will die with her.”

“What did she do?” I ask, to buy time.

“Does it matter? She’s an Elf. We can do what we want with her here,” he says with a nasty laugh.

“So, you claim these woods as your own? What are they called again? Mitel Forest?” I ask him, keeping an eye on the other