Emma paled. The only thing stopping her from fainting was the look on Marithu’s face. He looked both bored and amused at the same time.

   “A-are you here to take me to Hell?” Emma’s voice was barely above a whisper, so quiet even she could barely hear it. But Marithu tilted his head slightly, looking not unlike a curious animal.

   “No. I tried to while you were unconscious, but it didn’t work. So I took a look at your soul, and it seem like your only major sin was suicide, but that one doesn't really count, since, technically, I pulled you off the roof.”

   Emma blinked. Marithu was speaking faster than Emma could process what he was saying, and the fact that his black eyes were oddly hypnotic definitely didn't help. She was also still confused, shocked, and terrified from the rest of the night, which also didn't help.

   “Am I going to Heaven now?” Emma asked after a pause.

   “Yep.” Marithu took a step towards Emma, and giant wings that were every shade of black unfurled from his back. He offered Emma his hand, then sighed and said, “Yeah, I know. Giant black wings. Very surprising. But don't worry too much. It’s normal for an angel. Also, you should probably take my hand before you disappear forever, never to be seen again.”

   Emma hesitated for a second. “You’re an angel?”

   “Yeah. I’m kinda the personification of Death, and the basis for pretty much every death-related deity you humans ever came up with. Now seriously, take my hand or you’ll disappear for a very long time, if not forever.”

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   Marithu’s omniblack wings surrounded Emma as they rose through the sky. Emma had never felt anything so amazing as flying with an angel’s wings, power and glory burning through her blood. They flew in silence for a few minutes, until they reached the Gate of Heaven.

   Marithu let go of Emma, who stumbled for a second. She looked around and saw that they were on a seemingly endless cloud.

   “Are we here?” Emma asked excitedly. “Where’s the Gate?”

   Marithu gestured to something behind her. And Emma turned around to see a simple brown door.

   “That’s it?” Emma was extremely disappointed. She was expecting something huge and mad of gold and diamonds and stuff, not a regular door.

   “The Gate looks like different things to different people,” Marithu explained. He had called his wings back into himself, so now he looked like a somewhat normal teen. “For example, if you are an extremely religious christian, you’ll see the Pearly Gates. If you are a devoted muslim, you’ll see the entrance to a garden. And if you’re an atheist, you’ll see a sign that says ef you.”

   “Really?”

   “Yeah. It was my idea. I still can't believe my father listened to me. I’m pretty sure I was half drunk when I suggested it.”

   Emma grinned. “You know, you’re starting to sound kinda ridiculous.”

  “Only kinda?” Marithu grinned back at her. “Well, i’m gonna have to fix that?”

   Emma giggled, but before she could do anything else, Marithu walked past her and to the Gate. He opened it, revealing a tunnel of light surrounded by darkness.

  “It’s time,” He said.

   Emma took a deep breath, nodded, and walked through the Gate, with Marithu right behind her.