When I opened this pub I never thought I would be some leader of a supernatural task force to stop evil in the world whenever possible. I just had a gift for taking theology and turning it into consumable beverages that had the same effect as alcohol. Since the time the doors of the pub opened I have been given other gifts far more terrible and with graver consequences than I ever wanted. When Professor Bourbon’s machine allowed me to see three alternate futures for the pub it was a heavy burden to bear. Not as heavy as though as the burden of the gift I had now been given.
To cheat death or to allow someone else to do so is nothing to take lightly. More selfish people would just save that card for themselves until the last moment and then play it but I knew I was too selfless a person for that and I would probably use it on someone else especially considering the danger of the pub. I could see myself having to make an agonizing choice between two people and wondering if I could make the decision.
Death itself has been personified in many different ways. I mean the grim reaper with scythe and black robes has been around for ever. People’s’ responses to this image have been varied and I have always thought the image could better be served if it was a beautiful woman with a scythe. She would smile and take your hand and lead you to your reward. Death is after all not always to be feared if you know the right person.
The magnitude of the gift I had been given almost made me want to swear never, ever to use it but these immortals have a way of granting gifts they know will be used. They tend to be annoyingly accurate about human nature like that. Love has a selfish side when that which you love is about to be taken away from you. Then you tend to want to do anything to bring your love back.
I sipped some more on my bottle of theology I had opened earlier. Pint was curled up in his bed and snoring and the girls were cleaning up the pub and putting chairs on top of tables. My lovely wife Tequila was trying to tease me by bending over just the right way and smiling at me. I appreciated the effort but I knew that this gift might be well used for her and would that love of mine for her be the right decision?
I knew one thing however, I would eventually meet Death before this war was over. I would meet Death and have to make a decision on who he or she took to the after life. Naphtha and the Angel of Death were foreseeing something I could not and I doubted it would be as simple as simply saving a life. Death itself was coming and that always complicated the game we were playing and upped the stakes.
The pub closed for the few brief hours it was closed, Tequila took me home and we shed our clothes in the foyer as always. She could tell something was bothering me but didn’t say a word. She just took my hand and lead me upstairs to our bedroom. She kissed me once we shut the door behind us and in a few moments her love and living soul as our bodies joined made me forget all about Death. In fact I found myself, as I fell into restful sleep a little while later, thinking how very good it was to be alive.
Welcome to All Things Rabyd, your friendly neighborhood ‘clothing optional’ theology pub. I, the Rabyd Theologian and your bartender, thank you for stopping by. Please drink your theology responsibly or have a designated driver to get you home. Please tip your waitress and they might give you a kiss on the cheek. Just remember life is short so enjoy it. Blessings and Cheers!