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Great Romances of
Great Romances Of The Afterlife
Well, I've been up here for too long.
Since I have passed and gone.
Above the clouds where you can't see me,
But I'm watching you right now.
You know how they say Heaven is this great place? Peaceful and beautiful and right? How it's
unlike anything you could ever imagine? I guess to some people, and to some extent, it really is.
But in the same moment, at the same exact time, I'd almost rather be in Hell. It just doesn't feel
You know how they say that phrase. . . how does it go again. . . Home is where the heart is? I
left my heart with her, back down on Earth when I died. I say that like it was a choice, but that's
not what I mean. What I mean by that is that I was ripped from my home when I
died. I gave her my heart, and in the end I guess I ultimately gave her my life, too.
Things up here aren't so perfect.
Without the touch of your lips.
But I've got a plan, so I'm coming for you, precious.
Some people have their faith. Hell, to some people, faith's all they've got. Personally, I have
my God. If you don't, then you don't. To each their own, you know? Anyway, I'm shattered without my
girl. God can sense it, I know He can. I mean, how could He look around at the happiness here and
not spot my little corner of darkness and gloom? I can't stand it here. I can't
stand myself without her. I take a long time to think, watching her down below. She's heartbroken. I
can just tell. I can read her like an open book.
With my mind made up, I stroll slowly over to Big Guns in the white. He's massive. At least five
times the size of my one hundred sixty-three, six foot two frame. He's not fat or anything. Just
almighty, as lame as it sounds. Anyway. I want to ask Him a favor, my one dying wish, and after
seeing the look of helplessness on my face, He was quick to grant me any wish I could ever have.
God, let me just fall down, and let me have one last kiss
God, I'd trade Heaven for Hell
If I could feel her softness.
This decision. . . It's the biggest decision I've ever had to make in my life. And yet, somehow,
it was the easiest. It was bigger and easier than asking her to marry me. This decision is one that
would change my entire future completely. Instead of comfortable living, I'm choosing to rot. To
completely decay away. Instead of an eternity of happiness, I'm choosing an eternity of misery.
Forever. And damn, forever's never seemed like such a long time. With her, forever could pass in the
blink of an eye. But with these words that I ask Him, and with this wish I'm hoping He grants me,
forever feels like an endless nightmare that I just can't seem to steer away from.
"So you're telling me this right now,
That you'd trade Heaven for Hell,
Just to relive that first kiss
And the love of that girl?"
Is my wish so unclear to Him? Did I stutter? For being an all-knowing figure, God sure is
slacking right now. Yes. Yes, I want to go to Hell if only just to see her beautiful face once more.
Even if it's tear stricken, even if it's caked up with make up, it will be the most beautiful,
breath taking sight in the entire world. It will be worth death. It will be worth living in the
depths of Hell until the end of time.
"Yes, I'd give up everything
Of the love we shared and
The way that she used to stare.
His pondering face is making me uneasy. It's making my stomach flutter, my defenseless heart
sink. It's making my lungs collapse, though in reality I don't technically need them anymore. He
looks so thoughtful, like this is his hardest decision. But really, it couldn't
be. I'm just one person. One insignificant person. But her. . . She means the world. So please, God.
Please, let me fall. It's my heart's desire. It's what I truly want more than anything in the entire
universe, on Heaven, in Hell, or on Earth. This. Her. She's what matters. More
than anything. More than me. It's all her.
"So I'll grant you this one last wish,
If you trade Heaven just for a kiss.
Tonight you'll dine in hell."
My face lights up instantly. It's like somebody flipped a switch on my cheek muscles. The first
smile, first real smile, I've shown in the entire few months I've been up here. Sure, I've grinned
at the silly things she did back down on Earth. Creepily enough, you know I couldn't help but watch
her. I mean, what would you do if your world was pulled out from underneath your feet? Would you
walk on nails for true happiness, or would you stand on clouds in mediocre bliss? I choose
happiness. And so I jump.
Just to find my princess is already dead.
I'm falling faster to Hell
And I have nothing but pain ahead of me.
This is unbearable. This pain. . . This is the most foreign feeling I've ever known. This is the
most intense pain I could ever imagine. Worse than that. I wouldn't wish this pain on my very worst
enemy. She has my heart, but I can still feel it breaking. No, not breaking. Shattering. Completely
shattered into ruins. Falling through the air, it makes me want to vomit. The air is choking me. The
feeling of loss is enough to take me away. I can feel the heat of Hell fast approaching, but then it
all stops. The heat halts on my skin and slowly decreases.
Wait, what's this that I feel?
I feel as though I am being carried.
I look back and all I see
Is my beautiful girl with angel wings.
Never let me fall down again.
Beautiful angel in all of Heaven.
Haven't written a story in months. Seriously, half a year I think.
But here's a songfic. Great Romances Of The Afterlife by November Blessing.
First song fic, so I hope you like it.
R&R? I'll give you cookies:3
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