Warren felt almost as if he was drifting in a space of light after everything blacked out. He awoke in the pool of light bare and naked. Every scar and mark around his body glimmered and exposed in the light. He could not get past how serene it was and he became consumed by it.
"Where am I?"
Were the first of his words to come out vocally, but it was without moving his lips. It was his thoughts and it spurred rambling confusion. So he stared around and found a point. A single brilliant pillar of light, brighter than anything in the illuminant white space.
"So bright... who are..."
And before a single word could follow a man covered in light swallowed the pillar of light into his singular bright form. A walking statue of piety in the air. It simply stunned him and a familiar voice replied,
He said, and then the white space around him peeled away like clouds showing a harmonious honey sky. Warren could not fathom why he would be asked such but he walked enough to see that he was upon a solid pillar surrounded by clouds and below the honey sky where the pillars would plummet was a literal streaming river of flames etching through a black ground haunted by wailing and lurching souls.
Warren stared to his left seeing the bright figure more clearly covered in humble robes of old faded blue and red. His hair was dark and long inches over his shoulder and had a strong face with a smooth short full beard and mustache. His eyes were of a light blue and held such patience and kindness. Warren was different short messy hair and rough face with a slight scruff. His eyes were a deep brown and held questions and hesitance.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be? Jesus?"
Warren asked the man with a dry sense of judgment and sarcasm. The man could only stifle a chuckle at Warren's words before turning with a smile walking to the edge of the platform looking down at the Black valley cut by rivers of flames.
"It does not cease to amaze me how many times I see it. Ways and people have certainly changed from how it all used to be."
He gave a pause that allowed Warren to sink it in, and him to change his tone.
"The way it used to be... we trusted eachother, and we gave our visitors respect. It seems when the days grow darker so do the people."
The strong blue eyes gazed straight at Warren and into his. So much knowledge was awake in them along with a world of experiences. Warren could feel the age in him that he could not see on surface, and in ways made him humble like a child when he spoke. So much Warren himself wanted to interject, but he could not compelled by the stare. This man was not finished.
"For someone who does not believe in heaven and hell you sure do blame God alot. Warren your father, mother, friend, and the innocents that died around you are not the fault of God. The fault lies in humanity and their own choices, and sadly others are affected by it. You could just as easily blame the Devil for your pain, but know that he does not play with what isn't there in the first place. You must learn to let go of that pain..."
The words pierced through Warren wrecking up his heart inside hitting a sensitive part. His form tensed up almost as if he was going to punch a hole in this "All Knowing Bastard", but he was beaten to the act as the man walked to the edge of the giant white pillar they were on and walked directly off suspended by nothing. Warrens eyes went wide in confusion and wonderment at the man who with his hands in eachother floated back turned to him. He looked back at Warren slowly saying,
"I will show you to let go my child..."
Warren was slowly broken of his anger by curiosity,
"I heard of walking on water, but on air? How is that..."
His words were broken quickly at the end with softness,
"Faith... one of the fundamental powers in this realm. Faith makes what you see around here. Faith built these pillars that form this gate to hell. Faith gives me the foundation I stand upon. Faith is power that gives you a way when a mountain blocks it."
Warren could not help but not be more confused by the whole prospect of what this man was talking. Like a pious wise man blathering on about a subject he could not care about. Eli was supposedly an Angel and had told him once about "Faith", but he still could not believe. Eli after all could just be another alien from space. Warren was not buying it he could not believe a single word he said.
"Gate to hell?"
Warren asked with a scoffing laughter,
"A Gate... one of many. It is a gate which souls pass through. A simple gate formed by two pillars and once you pass them you cannot get out, and if you are alive you cannot pass."
The man answered staring down almost as if he had shared an eternity with this world. The fires sparked in his eyes like memories rushing by. Warren easily blinked moving back feeling a bit uneasy staring into the epitome of what was supposed to be Hell.
"Am... am I alive?"
Warren contemplated through an open question, and he was answered quickly and sharply,
It was simple and blunt and it almost crushed him with worry, but he kept a fake guise of strength. So he would follow with another question which seemed to be his popular choice of late,
"Then what am I doing here?"
Again it was a quick reply from the man, but this time with brevity,
"You know exactly why Warren, and normally when if you died this is where you would come, but instead of up here you would be in the line down there. However as luck may have it Heaven has its eyes on us, and we are not finished. You are a Warden, and you do not get to die as those above suffer."
Warren understood basically why he would be here upon death. His life was not exactly exemplary or to be proud of. However how the man spoke of "us" and "we" there was an insinuation to much more in this picture that tied both of them together.
"Us and we? I don't even know you Mr. Holy for Crosses."
The way the man simply turned around and looked Warren in the face without humor or hint of amusement sent shivers down his spine. And the man spoke with a powerful and broad voice,
"I was the first, I am the key, and I will be the light that guides. It is up to Warren to use me to Unlock those doors that kept you inside all this time."
Those eyes wracked through his entire being again and Warren could not speak. Then this man on the scape of hell and golden skies commanded,
"Come to the edge..."
Warren stood still shocked and inside frightened out of his skin,
"Come to the edge..."
He said and Warren stepped back.
"Come to the edge..."
He said again and Warren came foot by foot to the very edge that towered over the sea of damnation. The man lift a hand up and stretched it out to him. His voice was compelling and heavenly as light began to surround him and wisp like an aura,
"We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another... Take my hand Warren your seven seconds are up. Time for us to answer a prayer."
Warrens hand reached out to the man's hand feeling the light pour into him and his whole body begin lift through roaring light.
=====In the Factory...
The Shadow Mass continued to swallow up past Kiara's leg and now to her waist and continued to writhe and consume. Fear flowed through her as she prayed for a way. Lone behold however much she believed that it would actually be the day the wheel in the sky was listening.
A hand in the darkness now surrounding her gripped her hand and held it in a protective manner. A voice belted out as the mass began the shriek and shrug allowing Kiara to gain some view of the world around her and the demon blob itself.
"I told you to get to the room kid..."
Suddenly a piece of the Shadow Mass disintegrated in a pillar of white light and what looked like a man and sounded like Warren was the center of the light that exuded off his silver aura and there were sprouting from his back silver ethereal wings. His hand was holding Kiara's and lifted her up. In the other arm was the passed out the pale Demon Aleister. It was Warren no matter how she took as he smiled down at her condescendingly. Stranger thing then how he was drenched in silver light with translucent silver wings, it had to be the change in his eye colors being blue and for once a softer smile. It was unseen from him and unusual. Warren seemed far more then himself even if it was him.
Warren let go of Kiara's hand and dropped Aleister down to the ground marching forward to the cowering and lurching mass. He did not bother to look back as he spoke to Kiara,
"Look after the pale guy, I'll be back."
Suddenly Warren charged ahead at the mass give a large shoulder bash against causing it to fly up into the air and smack against the Factory wall. Quickly the Mass turned into a shadow on the wall and tried running away into the dark, but Warren was too quick fly and dropping to the ground grabbing at the shadow with both hand pulling it out like a giant black string.
"Now now buddy, coming here trying to kill us... then leaving!? I think not."
With a heave he pulled the whole mass out and slammed it against the ground then heaved the other direction slamming it again on the ground. He continued back and forth causing the ground to crack then began to spin it in the air over his head while walking back a bit. He loosened his grip and let the mass slip out writhing wildly in the air. While it was in mid air he lifted his right hand in the air causing a bundle of silver light to culminate in his hand. And like an Olympic spear thrower he tossed the light that turned into a long piercing rod that shot through the Mass causing it to shudder and unravel in black gas and light.
He spoke cockily as he rose up into the air. He hovered back onto the platform marching towards Kiara as his whole aura dissipated to a faint glow. The wings dissipated from him as well along with the kind almost joyful look on his face. She would be able to see the iris of his eyes peel back to the normal dark brown and he gave almost a classic sneer. He locked eyes with her for a few minutes then growled saying,
"Give me back my damn hat."
He quickly swiped the hat from her head and plopped it ontop of his owns acting as if nothing strange hadn't happened and that the unconscious pale Demon next to her did not exist. It was a very very strange moment that had alot that needed explaining.