Free The Two Devils by David B. Riley

pulled by two magnificent horses came to a halt in front of me.
    "Hop in,” the robed fellow advised. “They'll take you where you need to go."
    I did as instructed. The horses took off down a grand boulevard. Just like in hell, there were folks around. They gave me a few glances, but weren't overly interested in me. Everyone I saw wore white robes, though some of the styles did vary. The city was clean and sparkling. And, no, the streets weren't paved with gold. I don't know what they were paved with, but it wasn't gold. They were gray. I guess the marble buildings offered enough glare.
    We passed a few immaculate gardens and stopped in front of an immense palace. Since we'd stopped, and the horses didn't talk, I decided that was my stop and sauntered up the steps and inside the first entrance to the building that I could find.
    "Where do you think you're going?” a high-pitched voice greeted me.
    Something big and wearing a blue robe came running towards me. I later learned it was a cherub. Picture a seven-foot tall baby and that's a close approximation to their appearance, but they're not babies.
    "Where do you think you're going?” it repeated. I'm still not sure about gender with cherubs.
    "I'm here to see God,” I explained.
    "But is God here to see you?” it asked.
    I shrugged. “They said He wants to see me, but what do I know?"
    I turned and started to leave.
    "Are you Miles O'Malley?” it suddenly asked.
    "Yep, that's me."
    "Well, why didn't you say so?” It pointed down a long marble lined corridor. “Go right down there, until you reach the large double doors."
    "Uh, okay.” I sauntered down the very long hall, perhaps one hundred yards, until I arrived at the doors. They opened without need of knocking or pushing on them. Inside was a large meeting hall. At the far end sat seven cherubs on a bench. Another set of double doors was next to them.
    As I entered, the cherub closest to the doors stood and manually opened the other doors.
    "Mr. Miles O'Malley,” it announced.
    I found Buffy sitting behind an enormous mahogany desk. Her office was quite large, with a large window providing an incredible view of heaven.
    Another door, a simple standard wooden one, was at the far corner of the room. She smiled. She looked gorgeous in her white robe, which was exquisitely tailored. Her blonde hair seemed curlier than I remembered.
    "Miles, nice to see you again.” She stood and came around to the front of the desk and gave me a hug. “Hope you had a nice trip up."
    "I'll say."
    "Well, God wants to see you.” She went over and opened the little door, then led me inside a room filled with various plants. It sort of looked like a greenhouse, but with regular floors and windows. “It's customary to kneel. Just answer His questions and you'll do fine.” She gently touched my left shoulder and left me alone.
    After a minute or so, God appeared before me. If you haven't seen God, it's impossible for me to describe Him in any fashion that makes much sense or adequately answers one's questions. He's not the old bearded guy some religions portray him as.
    He's there. He's more than a light, a lot more—He's an overwhelming presence. Yet, He really didn't take physical form, either. There He was, God, right there in the room with me.
    "Miles, it is good to see you,” God said.
    "The pleasure's all mine, Sir,” I replied.
    "Few mortals are brought here. It tends to completely destroy their lives. Most go crazy,” He explained. “You have visited hell itself and shown no obvious effects from the encounter. I find that most impressive."
    "Well, folks say my horse is smarter than I am,” I replied.
    He laughed. It was a real loud, deep roar. “Though Paul is a magnificent horse, I think you may be selling yourself a little short."
    "Uh ... thanks, Sir."
    "First off, the matter of your titanium bullets. You said you destroyed them,” God said. “Is that true?"
    "No sir. Six are in my back pocket. The rest are in my