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Brian Buckley comes face-to-face with the apocalypse. He's the last human on Earth. Now he gets to see who's running things behind the scenes.

The meaning of life, death, and after death is a million dollar question. But one thing is certain whenever there is birth for any living being; death is also inevitable part of life. As the sun rises and sets; the seasons come and go; beautiful flowers become withered, some yield fruits, some ripen, some produce seeds; later the cycle will continue; so also people and other living beings are born, live and die. Since the emergence of cultures and civilizations, there is no house where no one had ever died. It is a fact that everybody should accept and be aware of death, because every living being has unnoticingly accepted birth. The doctor decides the birth of the child; the society bears its acts; And then who will decide its Doom’s Day? What shall be the next? Here is an old man who has no page in the New Year’s diary. But, he answers about life, death and after death. Now can anybody guess who the old man is? Read more--------For unveiling the ultimate truth after death.

A heartbreaking characterization of what can happen when one is diagnosed with a debilitating disease. Loss of marriage, family & career doesn’t keep Richard from depicting the brighter side of life with his funny anecdotes. His story will leave you with the feeling of satisfaction and resolved joy.
The story begins with him contemplating suicide as he looks down the barrel of his gun.

The prince’s features became angry once more, but this was a different kind of angry. The twin dark pupils which rested in equally similar dark azure eyes flashed red as they turned to glare at the fallen angel. His beauty really was a travesty. Amy wondered not for the first time if God had wept when he was forced to banish the beautiful Lucifer from heaven.
Lucifer. They didn’t know him by that name, here. Lucifer was a title reserved for legends. Here, he was the prince.
“Is that true, my pretty little Amy?” his gentle voice was now full of scathing anger. “You are worse than a mortal.”
The disdain in his voice was physically sickening. Amy felt suddenly ashamed. Worse than a mortal, that was the worst insult he could have inflicted upon her. Mortals were nothing, wisps of life to be taken at a moment’s notice. Playing pieces in a greater game between God and the prince, as they battled with each other for the right to reign over all of mankind. Angels were playing pieces, too, the only difference was that they knew this. Mortals were foolish enough to believe that they had some sort of a choice in the matter.
“But I don’t want to be here!” she screamed, her frail voice lost in the great vastness of her surroundings. “I hate it here! I hate it! I want to go back, you know I do, you tricked me into coming here, you tricked me…” she dissolved into further tears.
“Do you think He wants you, little angel who hates so much?” the prince laughed harshly. “Oh, I know he’s so forgiving,” his voice was dripping with sarcasm and bitter, bitter mockery. “But you cannot serve two masters.”

Brian Buckley comes face-to-face with the apocalypse. He's the last human on Earth. Now he gets to see who's running things behind the scenes.

The meaning of life, death, and after death is a million dollar question. But one thing is certain whenever there is birth for any living being; death is also inevitable part of life. As the sun rises and sets; the seasons come and go; beautiful flowers become withered, some yield fruits, some ripen, some produce seeds; later the cycle will continue; so also people and other living beings are born, live and die. Since the emergence of cultures and civilizations, there is no house where no one had ever died. It is a fact that everybody should accept and be aware of death, because every living being has unnoticingly accepted birth. The doctor decides the birth of the child; the society bears its acts; And then who will decide its Doom’s Day? What shall be the next? Here is an old man who has no page in the New Year’s diary. But, he answers about life, death and after death. Now can anybody guess who the old man is? Read more--------For unveiling the ultimate truth after death.

A heartbreaking characterization of what can happen when one is diagnosed with a debilitating disease. Loss of marriage, family & career doesn’t keep Richard from depicting the brighter side of life with his funny anecdotes. His story will leave you with the feeling of satisfaction and resolved joy.
The story begins with him contemplating suicide as he looks down the barrel of his gun.

The prince’s features became angry once more, but this was a different kind of angry. The twin dark pupils which rested in equally similar dark azure eyes flashed red as they turned to glare at the fallen angel. His beauty really was a travesty. Amy wondered not for the first time if God had wept when he was forced to banish the beautiful Lucifer from heaven.
Lucifer. They didn’t know him by that name, here. Lucifer was a title reserved for legends. Here, he was the prince.
“Is that true, my pretty little Amy?” his gentle voice was now full of scathing anger. “You are worse than a mortal.”
The disdain in his voice was physically sickening. Amy felt suddenly ashamed. Worse than a mortal, that was the worst insult he could have inflicted upon her. Mortals were nothing, wisps of life to be taken at a moment’s notice. Playing pieces in a greater game between God and the prince, as they battled with each other for the right to reign over all of mankind. Angels were playing pieces, too, the only difference was that they knew this. Mortals were foolish enough to believe that they had some sort of a choice in the matter.
“But I don’t want to be here!” she screamed, her frail voice lost in the great vastness of her surroundings. “I hate it here! I hate it! I want to go back, you know I do, you tricked me into coming here, you tricked me…” she dissolved into further tears.
“Do you think He wants you, little angel who hates so much?” the prince laughed harshly. “Oh, I know he’s so forgiving,” his voice was dripping with sarcasm and bitter, bitter mockery. “But you cannot serve two masters.”