The couple strolled up to us. Their eyes were on our palms which were held out with a shimmering silver cord. My cord connected to Scarlet while Brianna's to Sabastian. All the emotions known to man flood my system. Happiness to see my brother. He seemed okay. No pitchfork, or being chased by demons, or archangels. Nor was he hunting Scarlet? No angry or annoyed expression crinkled his face. He was whole and alive. Well, not alive. The bright light. No doubt, it meant he had gone to heaven.
I almost laughed out loud at the factor. An evil God died and went to heaven. Surely, the Supreme God was drunk when he wrote Sabastian's name in the good book. My brother was a terrible God in the semi-land of the living. He would be a more horrible God in the afterlife. The dead souls would never have peace. Heaven would be like hell.
