Chapter One- Prom

This was freaking awesome. Adam figured it was heaven, but it was completely different from how he'd ever imagined. He was making out with a hot girl, and could almost forget about being eaten alive. It seemed like whenever he got bored, the scenery would change to another one of his best memories. Adam didn't know how long he had been here, but he hadn't gotten bored of it yet. At least he had figured out how to change the music that had nearly bored him to tears at his real prom. He had no reason to fear for anything, but nothing new to look forward to. He would never get old, or sick. It seemed like all he had ahead of him was a bittersweet eternity. Or so he thought.

A bright, white spotlight interrupted his train of thought. There hadn't been a spotlight at prom. It only took a moment and the light was gone, but before Adam had even looked away from where it had been, he felt a strong hand pulling him from the scene. An almost angry jolt left him in a garden. His mom's flower garden to be exact. Standing in front of hem were two men. Both of them older, though one considerably more so. The elder one was also far shorter, and black, while the younger one was taller, and looked hispanic. Adam didn't recognize either of them, but for some reason they made him wish, for the first time in a very long time, that he had his old knife.

The younger man walked forward, a big smile on his face, it made Adam want to shudder. After what felt like an eternity of familiarity, this sudden new experience was unsettling. He really wished he had his knife. The tall, smiling man stopped after just a few steps. Adam thought for a moment that the sky darkened slightly when this guy got closer. Adam heard a distant roll of thunder. The man in front of him gave a mirthless smile. Adam found himself clenching his fists. What was up with these guys?

"Hello, Adam. How's life?" The young man spoke with a deceptively low, rumbling voice. His eyes seemed to flash venom at Adam. All Adam could think was what is this freak's problem? It almost seemed like a fight was inevitable, until the older man stepped forward, both hands held up, palm outwards, as if Adam was a cop.

"It's alright, it's alright. Now Adam, you have been brought here for a reason, one that you and Ramiel can discuss quietly and peacefully here. Otherwise," and here he seemed to be directing his words specifically at the scary man next to him, "you will both be sent away from here, and not invited back." He had a certain level of sternness in his voice that seemed to uneasily calm his friend. Kind of. "My name is Joshua, and as I said, this is Ramiel. We know you are Adam, so you two get your business taken care of without tearing up my garden." The old man ended on a smile, and walked away. Adam looked back at Ramiel hesitantly.

"So, I have a deal for you..."

Adam listened, amazed for half an hour or so, as this guy introduced himself as an Angel, and told Adam that God himself had a plan for him. A plan that involved a few other Angels, named Michael and Zachariah, but most importantly it involved being able to see his mother again. At first Adam didn't believe him, and asked Ramiel to prove himself, "If you're an angel, show me what you can do."

Ramiel smiled his heartless smile again, and quietly spoke, "My name means 'Thunder of God'" His proof covered the sky of heaven with the blackest clouds Adam had ever seen. Ramiel's proof would have busted Adam's eardrums had he not already been dead.

"Now that you believe me, will you answer God's call?"

"Definitely, as long as you promise I can see my mom again."

"Of course. Now before I send you back, there are two people I need to warn you about..."