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And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Then another book was opened, which is the Book of Life. And the dead were judged by what was written in the books, according to what they had done. (Rev 20:12)
Ah, The End. Crowley had felt it looming the last few weeks. The world had been off color as of late. Actually, it was more overly-colored to the edge of color having no point. Its saturation was so strong that the contrast split reality in two, like a Technicolor Ansel Adams nightmare. There was only the light and the dark with no nuance in between. All their shades of gray were disappearing.
It was the Second Coming.
He wouldn’t have minded Jesus having another chance on Earth. The lad had been a lovely and kind fellow who just wanted more for himself. Temptations were not even necessary to make him want it. When they embarked on all the kingdoms of the world, the wanderlust in the poor sod’s eyes said it all. Unfortunately, as Crowley knew so well, the Creations did not get to choose. Not their situations, not their ambitions, and She would spit at anyone who dared to question Her purpose for them.
She had made everything in Her image. She had designed some to fail, to Fall - to disappoint and burn and suffer for it- just to show that the system was operational.
Even humans, for all their Free Will, still had to answer for the choices she allowed them to make. Heaven and Hell neatly divided the messy and morally fluid lot- through no system Crowley had been able to untangle- and kept them till it was time for the final act of Her self-indulgence.
It was Judgment Day.
Heaven’s last Righteous Flambe of Souls would be performed by unreliable narrators attesting for the souls of all beings. Anything that has ever lived would all stand and be judged by an omnipresent and out-of-touch deity trimming the fat off Her precious little vanity project.
Those deemed unworthy would burn for the last time. Then, they will fail to have ever existed at all.
It made no sense. It never had, even when he was casted out and had endured all of God’s wrath. Even after all these years, through the games and trials and heartbreak of it all, Crowley could never make sense of “Why?”