End of the World (again) 3

End of the World (for real, this time) Part 3 of 3

Archangel Raguel spoke up, "I propose a peaceful, calming ascension. We could send a bright star that would shine down upon the world with soft, but radiant rainbow rays in shafts of every hue and color, evoking a sense of calm and peace. Then the souls would be raised within the light, while angels whisper comforting words of love, joy, and delight within each of their minds."

"Very nice," said Michael. "Let's get the Heavenly Choir to add additional notes of serenity to the experience."

"Perfect! It will be wondrous!" exclaimed Raguel, with a smile.

Satan glanced at everyone around the room with a look of incredulity. "Really?" he said. "Must you make this such a dramatic production?"

"Yes, Beezel," said Michael. "It is a climactic event, don't you think?"

Satan Growled, "I'll show you some climactic drama. I want the stars consumed in a creeping surge of inky darkness in the sky. A tsunami of blackness will travel along the earth underneath the darkening sky, containing hordes of ravenous locusts that will slowly devour the flesh of every soul left on the planet. Then the hoary bones of the damned will combust in a fierce and fiery conflagration, and be scattered by a ferocious, foul wind. Afterward, the dust of humanity will be sucked into the bowels of hell via cracks in the earth to provide my minions with a fluffy snow of gray death to caper upon while they roast the human souls.

It will be a feast of fear as never before seen! How's that for drama?" He looked around the room, grinning at the looks of utter revulsion on the faces of the Archangels.

"Beezel, your capacity for evil, over-the-top cruelty never ceases to amaze me," said Michael. "Are you sure that is what you want?"

"Thank you for the complement. And yes, it will be yummy," crooned Satan, so satisfied with himself that his body began to smoke.

"Alright," said Michael. "If there is nothing else, the meeting is adjourned."

Satan rubbed his hands together in gleeful anticipation, went home, and grabbed himself a beer.

The archangels of Heaven passed around ibuprofen and Alka-Seltzer.

And so, it was done. The end for mankind lasted 6 days. First was the Heavenly Reaping, and then came the Feast of Fear.

When it was done, Satan gave a hearty belch and said, "Time to partay!"

God said, "Now -- for my next project..."

And the angels groaned in unison.