Rmma wiggled his soft ears as the wispy clouds cushioned his face, caressing his skin with its gentle breeze. The elements of heaven were much more pronounced with each movement appearing in a slow, methodical motion. Rmma loved heaven but he was a sacrificial lamb, destined to be killed once he reached twenty years of age. He did not comprehend the strange aura of death, so such a heavy truth did not infect his mind. He was ultimately carefree, able to do whatever he pleased as everyone knew his time here was short. He was treated very well and his life was simple and easy. He shifted position, rolling around as the earnest sunlight of the heavens warmed his face.
He smiled as he began to tumble on the clouds faster now. It reminded him of the times he had done this with his brother, Nergal. He missed his brother as he was his only kin. His brother had been sent to hell as a spy, to scout what was going on there. He constantly worried about Nergal but he knew his brother was doing what his job entailed. That didn’t stop him from thinking what would happen if he ever got caught.
Rmma stretched out on his stomach as he rested his face on the top of his palms, looking down on the village below him. He wondered what hell was like, was it really full of fire and evil? It seemed so peaceful up here and he worried that his brother was stuck in a pit of evil. He desperately wanted to go down and take his brother back because of the loneliness that clutched his own heart. He wanted someone to talk to but it seemed everyone upon this place had no care in the world and as much as he was just like that, he still worried what was to happen to him.
“Rmma!” a voice sharply uttered.
He turned his head to the right and saw a tall man; his body shadowed from the sun.
“Yes?” the young lamb answered.
“It is about your brother,” the man answered, his face looking pained.