Sweet Little Space Marine

[Doomguy]

The transit from the endless void to the world beyond was deceptively smooth, to the point that if I wasn't coming from an endless space of dusk to a fluffy cloud I would have not even noticed the difference. So I was caught very unaware when I found myself in that fluffy cloud in some unidentified sky. First instincts told me to check my corners for some ugly abomination to jump me but it never came. The cloud was as safe (and soft, as I poked to see how it was holding my weight up) as it first looked. When I scanned the horizon, it looks exactly like a place a god would live: a mix of fluffy clouds and angels floating here to there while in the distance a gold gate barred to a city of wonder. The City itself, however, ended any semblance to some early cartoon's idea of heaven and into something that could only be considered its own thing. A mix of ancient Rome, Gothic Renaissance, and futuristic metropolis from Logan's Run. It was in equal parts a mishmash of styles and yet a seamless fusion.

Like I said, it looked exactly like where a god lives.

With a test bounce I found the gravity closer to that of the moon and bounced closer to the city, keeping any thoughts of what would happen if I was to slip and fall to the sideline.

Eventually I made it through the gate, all the while the angels greeted me warmly into the empty street. Like normal everyday people on a normal morning to a normal person, not angel analogs to a space marine who snapped Hell in half.

Finally I reached my destination, a long hall stacked with drinking tables far larger than the outside of revealed, decorated in tales of glory and tragedy down to the smallest detail. It was beautiful to behold, and some part of me wanted to stay here and take part in it's atmosphere. But I could not stop, and my goal was at it's end.

I stood before my captor, my hand on my holster. How ever this would end, I had the power to start it how I wanted it to.

"We finally meet. It's about time, Omni"