Chapter 1

David Jones laid on the floor in immense pain. He'd just been hit by a car, which wasn't an experience he'd particularly enjoyed. It was his own fault though, since he'd crossed the road without looking. As he laid here on the road, he wondered what would happen to him. He couldn't move, and he felt like death was certain. But how would his family cope without him? David was 42, and he and his 39-year-old wife Samantha had two children, 16-year-old Jack and 14-year-old Molly. His wife had a well-paying job, so they'd be fine financially, but would they cope emotionally? How would the kids react to losing their father?David's train of thought was interrupted, however, by the feeling of a soft hand on his, which instantly took away his pain. The hand pulled him to his feet, where he saw that it belonged to a beautiful girl, who was wearing pure white robes, with large wings protruding from her back.

"What's happening?" David asked her.

"Look around you," the girl replied. David did so, and he saw a large crowd gathering around, looking at the floor.

"Someone call an ambulance!" Someone shouted. David looked down, and he didn't like what he saw. There, laying on the floor, was him. He was badly injured, but it was definitely him.

"What on Earth..." David said, before he looked down at himself. Unlike the version of him that was laid on the floor, he was totally naked, yet no-one seemed to be paying attention to him.

"Figured it out yet?" The girl asked him.

"Am I-"

"Dead, yes," the girl said bluntly. "Didn't your parents ever teach you to look both ways before crossing the road?"

"Are ... are you an angel?" Another nod from the girl. "So what now?"

"Well, now I take you to await judgement."

"Judgement?"

"Yes. God will examine your life and decide as to whether or not you have lived a good life or a bad life. If you've lived a good life, you'll be admitted into Heaven, where an eternity of indescribably amazing bliss awaits you."

"And if I've lived a bad life?" David was dreading the answer.

"Then you'll be cast into the fires of Hell, where an eternity of indescribably horrible agony awaits you," The girl replied, apparently un-phased by this.

"I was afraid of that."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Really?"

"I have no idea. I was just trying to re-assure you. Come on."

The angel led David through an infinite void, to what appeared to be some sort of waiting room, like one at a dentist's office. In it, there were people of all ages, naked, and sat waiting.

"Please take a seat, and make yourself comfortable," the angel said to him. "It could very well be the last bit of comfort you ever know."

"And then what?"

"You'll eventually be called in for judgement. Good luck."

"Wait a second, I-" David shouted, but the angel was gone. He looked around at all the faces of everyone around him, all of which looked very sad, apparently thinking about what was awaiting them. He took his seat in line, next to an old-looking man.

"Hey," David said to him. The man didn't look at him. "You okay?"

"I'm going to Hell," the old man said sadly. David noticed he had a strong German accent.

"Don't be like that, maybe God will have mercy," David said. Wow, he felt weird saying that, what with having spent his entire life as an Atheist.

"You don't understand. When I was young, I was a guard at a concentration camp." David was shocked by this. "I was convinced what we were doing was right. But since then ... I've spent my life trying to make up for what I did. To try and atone for every innocent life I've taken. I've never forgiven myself, and now I'm worried that God won't either."

"It sounds to me like you've more than made up for what you've done," David said, trying to assure him.

One by one, people were called in to be judged. Finally, the man who was before the ex-Nazi was called in. A few minutes later, they heard a loud scream, followed by a shout of "Next!".

"Oh my God, this is it," the old man said, almost in tears.

"Good luck," David said, as he went off.

While David sat waiting, he wondered about his own chances. He'd never believed in God, and from what he'd heard, God didn't take very kindly to that. He'd always tried to live a good life, but would God see it that way? Or would he be more concerned about his lack of belief in him.

"Next!" It was time. David stood up, and walked through the door. Through it he found a room which was almost completely empty. On his right, he saw a beautiful gateway, glistening with holy light. On his left, he saw a dark, flaming door, through which he could hear loud screams of pain.

"David Anthony Jones," said a female voice. David turned to see a large, golden throne, on which a man in lavish robes was sat. He looked incredibly wonderful, simply radiating magnificence. Next to him stood a beautiful woman in pure white robes with a golden trim, who was holding a large ring-bound folder. "Born January 23rd 1973 to Alfred and Sylvia Jones. Married Samantha Sanderson on August 18th 1996. Became a father to Jack Thomas Jones on November 4th 1998, and Molly Amelia Jones on May 3rd 2000. Died on February 21st 2015 due to a collision with a speeding car."

"What is this?" David asked.

"Please don't interrupt," the woman said politely, before turning back to the man. "Notable sins include cheating on his wife with the teenage intern at his office back in 2005."

"Care to explain?" The man asked.

"Well ... I..." David stuttered.

He had no explanation. It had been a moment of weakness that he'd never repeated, but which he'd deeply regretted for many years, and which he'd always kept secret from his wife. "I thought not. What else is there, Amia?"

"Well Lord, there's little else worth mentioning," The woman replied, reading from the file. "Just your standard human sins. He didn't believe in you."

"Please, I'm sorry for it all," David said, getting on his knees, about to cry. "Please don't send me to Hell."

"Crying won't get you anywhere," The man told him. "What about good deeds, Amia?"

"Oh there are plenty of those in here, Lord," Amia replied. "After he realised the mistake he'd made in cheating on his wife, he made a promise to himself to try and be the perfect husband to her, and he's mostly kept that up. He does lots of charity work, loves his kids dearly, and generally tries to be a good person."

"What do you recommend?" God asked her.

"I recommend that we send him straight into Heaven," Amia replied. "But he decision is yours to make, Lord."

There was a nerve-racking silence, as David awaited the decision of how he would be spending all eternity. He'd never been so nervous in his life ... or afterlife.

"I have made my decision," God said in his big, booming voice. "Heaven." In his 42 years of existence, David had never been so relieved.

"Very good Lord," Amia said. She handed God a form, which he signed, and handed back to her. She then looked at David. "Please come with me, sir." Amia took David's hand, and led him to the gate to Heaven. "Go on, in you go. Claim your eternal reward."

"Wait," David said. "That old man who came in before me ... what happened to him?"

"His sins, much like your own, were forgiven, and he was admitted into Heaven," Amia replied. "Now off you go."

David smiled, and looked towards the gate. It looked so beautiful. It was calling to him. He walked towards it slowly, knowing that this was where he belonged.

Back on Earth, Samantha Jones was sat on her sofa, trying to get through to her husband. He was late home, and he wasn't answering his phone, which wasn't like him.

"Mom, where's dad?" Molly asked her.

"I don't know, I can't reach him," Samantha replied. "I'm worried about him."

Samantha's worries were then briefly interrupted by a knock at the door, but they then returned to her when she opened it, and saw two police offers stood there.

"Mrs Jones?" One of them asked.

"Yes ... Oh my God, what's happened?"

"Mrs Jones, your husband has been in an accident."

"Amia, I think that's enough for today, I wish to rest," God said after David walked into Heaven.

"Very well Lord, as you wish," Amia said. God waved his hand, and shifted himself into the large hot tub of his Holy Palace, where two angel girls kissed and fondled his almighty body.

"Let me tell you Amia, I'm getting tired of all this," he said.

"Lord?" Amia asked, confused.

"When I got this job, I loved it, but I think recently I've started to tire of it all. All this power and responsibility."

"Would you like me to fetch more angels to comfort you?"

"No no, I'm fine with these two beauties. But listen Amia ... I'm considering retiring."

"Are you sure Lord? You are very good at your job."

"You're just saying that."

"Lord, I would never lie to you."

"I know, I know ... Amia, I want you to put together a list of possible candidates for my replacement."

"As you wish, Lord. Would you like me to begin now, or would you like something else?"

"No no, don't do it now. Go home and be with your husband. In fact, take tomorrow off too. You work too hard."

"Very well Lord, I shall."

Amia bowed, and left God's chambers, thinking about what God had said. Retire? Well, she knew this day would eventually come, but honestly, she'd expected him to last another few billion years at least. She was glad he was allowing her to assist in choosing his successor though. Most Gods just chose someone by themselves, without consulting her about it. Of course, they were free to do that, but she so wished they wouldn't. She was God's chief archangel, and personal assistant, and it was her job to guide his almighty hand in the running of the universe, something which many Gods simply didn't allow her to do.

As Amia walked through the halls of the palace, everyone she encountered got on their knees as she passed. She outranked every single one of them, so they wouldn't dream of not bowing in her presence.

"Lady Amia!" One of them shouted, running up to her. "I was wondering if it would be possible to arrange a meeting with God to discuss the possibility of having my home planet moved to prevent it being incorporated into-"

"I'll make a note of it," Amia said, interrupting him. "But God has an extremely busy schedule, so don't expect an appointment for a long time."

"Thank you Lady Amia," The angel said, before bowing and leaving her.

Amia returned to her home, a large mansion which would have put all Earthly homes to shame.

"Welcome home Lady Amia," said one of her angelic servants as she arrived. "Would you like me to get you anything?"

"Have a bath prepared," Amia replied. "Is Achré home yet?"

"Yes my Lady, I believe he is in his study."

"Good," Amia smiled.

As David walked through the gate to Heaven, he was bathed in a glorious white light, which felt absolutely wonderful. When it cleared, David saw that he was in a beautiful field. He was completely naked, but he did not feel ashamed. He looked down at his body, realised that he was young. He had the body of his teenage self again.

"Hello there, David." David turned to see two beautiful, naked girls, sat on a tree stump, staring at him. Their bodies were perfect, exactly as he would have liked them. His cock went instantly hard at the sight.

"What is this?" He asked them.

"We're your reward," One of the girls said seductively. "Well, part of it. You can enjoy us for as long as you want, and then go off to enjoy something else."

The two girls then got up, walked over to him, and began kissing and cuddling him, fondling every bit of flesh they could.

"But I'm married," David protested, moaning as they pleasured him.