Having dropped off this latest soul, Death decided to take a detour. "Pearly gates, sure thing," he mumbled as he reached the gates of His fortress. " No pearls of any kind here, just a blockade for His favorites and those that he allows to have some fun."
At the entrance of the huge doors, there stood one of the beautiful ones. One of His own personal helpers. He could not help but compare his visage with the other. Where he was allowed a cowl, and ugly body, scarey even, this favorite was all white, wings half the length of his body, flowing hair and handsome, so very handsome. It just wasnt fair. And he had a name of all things, a name!
"What is it this time, Death? Did you forget your sickle, need a new blade? Ah, I know, you want to wear a different color black, is that it?" Peter loved ribbing Death. Such a somber personna, no humor at all.
Death was determined this time to enter the gates of heaven and have a much wanted meeting with Himself.
"Peter, out of my way! You have to allow me to speak to Himself. It is a matter of.... well.... life and Death, you might say."
"Himself does not see anyone except with an appointment. According to my record book, you dont have an appointment, so sorry Death. Would you like to schedule one now?"
"This is crazy Peter. Everyone who is anyone meets with Himself, I should be able to do the same." Death was frustrated that Peter would not allow him the same importance he allowed others. It seemed there was a monoply and only the very best of the very best got in, ever!
"Well you know how it goes Death. You are not everyone, or even anyone. You are Death, why would Himself take a chance to see you. You must understand that even Himself has to protect his heavenly home."
In anger Death raised his sickle, intending only to scare Peter, but the wise old angel just looked blandly at Death, challenging him with a smoldering look that dared Death to even try something so foolish. Peter reached and put his arm around Death's shoulder.
"Whats wrong old friend?" Death shrugged off his arm and pushed Peter away. He wanted none of this angels mercy or pity. He just wanted to see Himself.
" Cut it out Peter. Just get me in there, or I will find another way to get to Himself. Its imperative that I talk to Himself, himself."
" Are you threatening me Death? Do you dare to presume youhave any say here. My JOB is to keep trouble out of heaven, and by the will of Himself, and Herself, I will do that job. Now move along, and just do what He created you to do." With that Peter turned his back on Death certain the issue was over.
Death fuming, his already scarey skeletal scowl turning even more visious. With the flesh of Heaven surrounding him, he faced Peter one more time. taking a deep breath, he began once again.
"Peter, would you please make an appointment with Himself or Herself so that I may present my case to the courts of Justice.?" Deaths voice and smile was saccrine sweet.
"Of course Death, let me check here." Opening the book of forever, he made a great show of pausing to read here and there, humming to himself until finally he look up. " Here we go, Himself has an opening in about a month or so, after he takes care of Gabrial and Michael. Some sort of issue involving the right to enter Heaven again, or some such thing. How bout it? Good for you?"Peter miled as nicely as he could, looking benign and handsome as was his wrought to do.
"I will be there. Dont forget to write me down Peter, or I wll find another way in here. Nothing is impossible. Just ask Himself, He'll tell you the same thing." Death turned around, to return to his dismal home by the foggy lake, to wait the next soul that might need him to ferry him across the realm of the living and the dead.
" Hey Azrial, watch the gate for a sec, no one in or out." With that Peter entered the gate to let Himself know that Death was here and trouble might be brewing.
