And so we kissed. We kissed like we never had before...I saw her tear ducts overflowing until she finally pulled herself away from me.
"I have always loved you", she whispered half-gaspingly.
"And I you" I started getting teary-eyed on my own, "I'm sorry it has to end like this, my love..."
Then she took one of those pills on the plate she prepared herself and swallowed the cyanide capsule. Within seconds she vomited blood and dropped to the floor, a scene I could not bear to see.
It took me full ten minutes before I finally regained composure of myself. The heavy artillery was still booming outside the walls.
It had been decades since I last cried like this...since the day my mother died.
With heavy sobbing, I took her body and laid her neatly on the sofa.
It didn't took me any longer than a minute before I reached my own .9 mm on the small table next to me, pointed it towards my mouth, and pulled the trigger.
I fell onto a large hall that seems like a vast court with white tiles, with my head hitting the floor first. Strangely enough it didn't hurt.
Everything was white: the tiles and the walls I can see from yonder.
I looked up and saw a cypress desk with a huge Swastika engraving right in front of me..is that my desk?
There is a blonde-haired woman in red tuxedo behind it, sitting on my chair, writing on notebooks with a lightning speed. As she finished one notebook, she piled it up with a piling mound of notebooks she dumped on the floor.
She didn't even seem to notice me, despite us being the only two human beings in the room.
I stood up and realized that I was wearing my own uniform. Hey, that's pretty neat.
"Excuse me, young lady", as I spoke to her nicely, "but where is the restroom?"
She glanced up from one of the notebooks she was writing on.
"Restroom?" she frowned, "you really think you have a need for that anymore, huh?"
I ignored her sarcasm, "so what place is this? And why are you on my desk, young lady?"
"I only conjure up images with whatever stuff you are familiar with. And this is the gate of heaven"
"Heaven? So you guys actually exist, eh? The God and the angels and all those hogwash?"
"We are not hogwash"
"I mean, yes you do exist, but I've always thought you were invented by the Vatican so they can control the world"
"Regardless of what you think of us, we are who we are", she responded tersely. She does not seem happy with my last statement.
I wanted to say another word but she held her hands to hush my word, "Okay Adolf, you are...outstanding. I haven't seen like you before...well, at least not under my assessment"
She spoke in a matter-of-factly tone and called me with my first name, Adolf. How disparaging of her, how dare she! Not even my wife Eva has ever called me in such a way!
I wanted to slam the table and strangle her but I don't think there is much point of doing that now.
"Where is Eva?"
"She is being assessed by another angel as we speak"
"So you're an angel? I thought you had wings"
"As I said, I can conjure up whatever imagery that my assessed subjects are comfortable with"
"So is she gonna make it too?"
"What do you mean, make it too?"
"You know..across the gates"
Then she laughed. How annoying, if only I can order one of my subordinates to shoot her.
"As you see, Adolf... When I said that you're outstanding, I meant your sins" she explained while the residue of her laugh still remained on her face.
"But I'm a hero for my fatherland Germany"
"You're a hero? You killed a multitude of civilians without any sort of mercy"
"They loved me"
"They don't. A small portion does love you, but most of the rest, they're only afraid of you"
"But they're Jews and Gypsies and crippled and homosexuals, surely they have no right to live?"
"Whether or not they have the right to live is not yours to decide"
This angel's voice was calm, much calmer than the voice of Eva when she was in my embrace. Ah, the old glory days...
"Anyway, you're going back to the earth, being reborn one hundred times as some randomly-picked subjects of your egregious treatment. Then you will be reasessed after your one-hundredth death whether or not you deserve hell"
"So...there is a chance I can make it to heaven, too?"
"What do you mean by deserving hell, then?"
"Your soul is too corrupted to even pass through. It would be lucky for you to even go to hell. But before that, you have to experience some of the worst hells you created yourself on earth. If you don't pass these assessments, we will simply let you perish"
I said nothing, silenced by the heavy air she was bringing with her tone.
"Your first rebirth would be as a male named Yishak Goldberg, born in November 1929 at Gdansk, Poland" as she wrote the statement down in one of the opened notebooks lying on her desk. And by her desk, I meant my desk.
That name sounds filthy enough.
"I don't want to be born as a Jew"
"I'm sorry Mein Führer" she spoke to me softly in a sarcastic tone as she stood up from my chair and walked towards me with her red stiletto tapping heavily on the floor, "but you have no authority here"
She was about to raise her left hand and tap me on my shoulder but I wanted to ask one more question.
"Does my wife Eva make it to the heaven?"
"She will be having some long assessments too with rebirths, but yes, she has the possibility of entering paradise"
Ah. At least she's okay. Watch for me when you're up there, my love...
"Get ready now", she smiled.
Then she clapped and everything went black.