Hadrian thought that was an odd reply. “Then why am I the only one in here? Don’t hundreds of thousands of people die every day? Where are they?”
“You humans all think the same way. You’re so used to being bound in place and time, you have no idea the vastness of what is out there. Yes, many others are just dying and are encountering their own version of this room. Do you think we’re so poorly organized around here that we’d have you all in the same place, waiting some indefinite amount of time to be dealt with? Besides, this could all be happening in your mind, couldn’t it?” The man stepped down from the podium, collecting a large book that had been resting open upon it.
As he passed by, Hadrian could see the book had his name on it, and he wondered if the stories inside were mostly good or bad.
“There’s nothing for me to do here, so I’ll be on my way. I might as well take a break before my next assignment.” The short man grimaced. “It’s such a waste of time when they do this to me, but you know… for a little while, it can go either way. But the choice has been made, and there’s nothing I can do for you.”
His gait was uneven as he shuffled across the floor to one of the golden doors and slipped a key inside the lock. As he pushed the door open he turned back to Hadrian. “Don’t try any of the doors. We have a better security system than it might appear on the surface. Oh and… when you get back there, try not to think you’re too invincible. Some day we’ll be having another conversation, and it would be a shame to have your evolution slowed unnecessarily by this little detour.”
“Wait!” Hadrian’s voice echoed off the walls. His plea was useless. The door shut and the lock turned back into place, and he was left alone in the room. Was this all happening in his mind? It must be.
Most likely his body was somewhere in or near the church, waiting for this transition to complete and his essence to come back. So where was he? Locked inside his head, while he thought he was locked inside this too-bright room? Or was he somewhere else entirely?
Only a few moments passed in existential crisis before a thick, black smoke started to form in the center of the room near the podium. As the smoke grew thicker it made a hissing sound, then it started to spin like a cyclone until it transformed into something that looked solid enough—a demon.
The demon was a large, shiny black, and strangely dressed like Father Hadrian. The beast was larger than him by almost a foot in height and who knew how much in breadth? His eyes glowed a fiery red, and inside his mouth were the nastiest, sharpest teeth Hadrian had ever seen.
The priest felt around in his pockets for a cross, to no avail. He held a hand up to the demon and started to chant.
“Exorcizo te, immundissime spiritus, omnis incursio adversarii, omne phantasma, omnis legio… ”
The demon laughed. “That won’t work on me. I’m you.”
What? Father Hadrian was beginning to lean toward dream. Perhaps he’d eaten something very strange, a bad burrito from the Strip. Maybe the part where Angeline had revealed herself as a vampire and bitten him had been a dream as well. And the sex. The sex had been a dream. It was just one long dream. None of this could be real.
The hulking monster moved toward him at a swift pace, his footsteps echoing much as Hadrian’s voice had only moments before. Ordinarily Father Hadrian wasn’t the type to run from a fight. Even as a priest, he could and had stood his ground. Not that most had wanted to mess with him having both an intimidating presence and God on his side. But he had no weapons, and the one demon-fighting ritual he knew appeared to have no effect, so he ran.
The doors seemed to go on forever even though that couldn’t be true since the room was a circle. He could see the whole thing and yet it expanded as he moved through it, growing bigger and more impossible to travel the whole circumference with each stride he took.
Each door he encountered was locked. He banged on a few, yelling for the old man to let him in. He was like a gladiator left alone in an amphitheater with an angry lion. But the demon didn’t look angry. He looked amused. In fact, he was no longer chasing him, just standing near the podium with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I could chase you down, but it’s too schizophrenic for me. You’re smart. You’ll figure this out and get tired of trying to bust down the gates. The rules won’t be ignored or changed for you. You aren’t that special.”
Hadrian paid him no heed and continued to go from door to door praying someone might have accidentally left one unlocked. It could happen. There were an uncountable number of doors, growing ever more uncountable by the minute. One had to be unlocked. It was a statistical certainty.
“Okay. I changed my mind. I am chasing you down. I’m not spending three days in here like this with you. It’s like watching a tiny puppy chasing his tail.”
Hadrian turned in time to see the demon charging toward him. He felt himself slammed against the door he’d just been trying to get through. The priest had expected the demon to tear him apart, but he was still standing, and the demon was gone.