Sometimes we are the ones who bring misery to our lives. I’ve always been a good man with good principles; at least that’s what I thought I was. My name is Uriel – it means God is my light. Was God my light when I sold my soul to the devil? The seraphs must be mad at me in heaven. Uriel, the archangel must be ashamed to share a name with me.

I’ve always been a man of misfortunes. When I was a minor, I lost my mum in a fatal car crash, and as for my father who has never been a dad to me, the guy is locked up in jail for rape and murder. I am better off without that man. I never see myself as the son of a rapist and murderer because he is practically dead to me.

I met this ravishing woman who made me the happiest man in the whole universe. Her name was Violette. She died giving birth to our first born. Our first born son came out of the womb already dead. She had a stillbirth. I mourn the death of my wife and son. I named him Raphael, meaning a God who heals.

He was going to be a healer to all brokenness I had of my screwed up childhood. He was going to be my bundle of joy. Rest in peace Violette and Raphael, whom I never got to know. I know, he would have been a better man than I ever was.

I was a broken writer who drowned his sorrows in alcohol. I was all alone at the apartment, full of bittersweet memories. My books always earned peanuts, and my publisher had ditched me since my books were not selling. I am no longer a best-selling author; thanks to that dark cloud hanging over my head.

My car is being repossessed. The landlord is hostile, as he gave me two days to get the hell out of my apartment since I am no longer able to pay my bills. Things were hectic, as I got two days to find myself another shelter. I said, “Oh! I wish I did not have these misfortunes. God does not exist. He took my mother, my beautiful wife and my Raphael away. I may sell my soul to the devil when I have to. I am tired of this life.”

That night, I dozed off on the desk, as I was trying to write a book that could bring me money.

I woke up from a nightmare and I found myself on the couch. I know for a fact, I was sitting on a chair so who could have put me there? I had that weird feeling I can’t explain. I looked around and I saw a woman figure. I recognised the woman’s body and her voice. She resembled my late wife.

“Violette! You are dead. I buried you, what are you doing here?” I said.

She came closer to me and kissed me but I felt some strange intense fear. This is not the woman I married.

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