“I want to meet it,” Linda said. “I want to be just and if it hasn’t given the tools to be fair then it should expect me to look to it for help.” She was a little scared, after all, she was asking to meet the Supreme Being, but not knowing who her boss really was bothered her even more. It was true that she was the master of her own realm but she had still always had the feeling that she was being watched somehow and she would like to meet the watcher.
“Impossible,” said Dante bluntly. “I have never seen it once; I don’t think it pays any attention to us. I think it set us up so that it didn’t have to pay attention.” Linda sighed; she suspected that what Dante said was true. He had been around longer then she had and he was one of the more sensible people from the former administration. She respected his opinion, if he said that it couldn’t be done then she was willing to take his word for it.
The paper work had been building up since Linda had had some vacation time that had made it impossible for her to leave her parent’s house. The people in hell were used to this, it had been much worse when she had been in middle school, back then she had had to plead after school activities. So they just piled the paperwork on her desk for her to get around to when she had time. She had intentionally told her mother that she had a friend’s house to go to after work so she was able to stay late to take a chunk out of it. She sent all of the demons away though, hell never slept but they could leave her in peace for a while. She didn’t concentrate well with all of the others around her.
Linda was at her desk, head bowed over a junior demon’s report of the condition of the lower pit, when she got the feeling even more then usual that something was watching her. It had happened on several other occasions but in the past she had just always written it off as being in her head. This time, with the Supreme Being on her mind she decided not to.
“Come out and talk to me if you’re going to stare at me,” she ordered, looking up from the report. There was a blinding flash of light and the next thing Linda knew she was laying on the floor. There was an instinct, far deeper then her brain, which told her that she was not to stand up but she did manage to look up. She could see nothing but a bright white glow forever.
“You called me?” said a voice. It wasn’t male or female, angry or kind, it was neutral in all forms but if anything that scared Linda even more then any other voice she had ever heard. This was her god she realized, her equivalent, her judge and she had called it and was depending on its good graces for her continued survival.
“I realize I am going to be asking a lot,” Linda stuttered. She wanted to call it sir but she wasn’t sure if it was male so she didn’t dare in case it got offended.
“I grant no promises to give you what you ask for,” said the voice. “But I will listen so stop shaking.”
To be continued...
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