The Trial

         A lady in white stood before me. She had a pleasant face and purple eyes. Her supple lips pursed as if waiting for me to step forward. Her figure was defined in her garment. The white garment clung to her breasts then fell in folds of fabric to the floor, it was quite pleasant. I thought she had a kind look about her. "Come she said," Her hand was held out to me. "It is time to meet my lord."
         I accepted her hand freely. We walked together down a featureless blue corridor. The light was pleasant coming from above me. The air smelled fresh as if a wind was blowing. There was no wind but I felt a giddiness that I was privileged in some way to be there. We walked to the end of the corridor. The woman stopped at a door.
         The door was carved with symbols of angels pouring water into basins, it was a rich brown. There were handles made of rope that lead to the next chamber. I looked at the ropes with curiosity. The woman spoke again her voice was musical, "It is time for you to choose."
         "Choose what?" I asked. I looked up at her. Her eyes had changed color to a deeper purple, they were almost black. I also noticed her black hair, it was long and flowed down her back. It moved but I felt no wind. Something started tugging at the back of my mind, it was a warning that things were not quite right. I dismissed it.
         "Choose to follow my lord, then you will meet him." Her eyes looked deeply in mine like they were pleading with me to go along and not ask questions. I never accepted things on face value, I always had to go to the library back home to find the answers out on my own. Home a place that seemed far from here, I did not feel comfortable here anymore.
         This was getting a little weird. I followed God, the god of Abraham, but this woman was asking me to follow her lord. I did not understand her so I asked, "Who is your lord?"
         As the question past my lips, I felt a brush of air glide next to me, brushing my back. I turned to see what it was but nothing was there. The woman answered, "He is a kind lord, he will forgive you, if you take him into your heart, you will bask in his glory if you accept him, he loves you."
         I know I heard that line before, my friend had just converted to a religion that worshiped forgiveness. She seemed to be concerned for my soul, that I would not be forgiven if I did not accept her Lord. I started slowly walking backward. "I'm sorry I can't. Than...."
I was tackled to the ground. I tried to push myself up, that is when the first searing pain streaked down my back. I screamed.
         The woman started talking again in her musical tone, "I see that you are not yet ready to choose. I can help you, all you have to do is take my hand, then you have made the right choice." I looked up as another red hot flash scrapped across my back. She was smiling while I was in pain. I wanted to reach out to her to stop the pain but I could not betray my God. I felt helpless and something horrible was on my back.
         I pushed up to look at the woman's face. She was smiling serenely. Just standing there waiting with her hand held out to me, but she made no move to help me. I found that strange because what person would watch someone being attacked and do nothing to help? I felt strength flow into my arms from where I don't know. I pushed myself up and rolled to the left to confront my attacker.
         It was hideous. I could barely make out a face but the face I think will haunt me forever. It had three beady eyes, with no nose and a huge gaping mouth filled with serrated teeth. Its claw was raised above its head, then swiftly came down and clawed into my chest. I screamed! My hand reached up to push at its sunken chest. Its other claw came down into my shoulder to bat my hand away. I would not let go. The pain was unbearable. In the back ground the woman kept singing, "Accept him and this will stop."
         The creature was winning. My blood pooled around me, I felt it soak into my hair. I shook my head, no, this is not happening. The last thing I saw was its scaly wings. Yes wings. I was fighting a demon. I knew I would not win this fight, so I prayed, "My God, my life is in your hands."
         I heard a scream. I think it was the woman's. The thing that was on top of me started to melt. It writhed in pain. It's blood burned me. I felt it's body fall off of me. The horror of the situation seared into my mind.
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         I woke up. I was on my couch and the TV was on. A Christian Evangelist was talking about how a person would suffer in hell, tortured by demons, if they did not accept the Lord Jesus in their hearts, that his eternal forgiveness was the only way into heaven.
         It was then I understood my dream. I got down on my knees and prayed to God. I thanked him for saving me from the evils that hid in simple messages.