End Game:

"Well," He smiled as he stood up in the sudden brilliance of a pure light I'd never seen before. "Seems to me it's that time." He laughed in mournful joy as he raised his arms into the air and cried out into the light. "I'm ready." He whispered.

"JESUS!" I suddenly sprung to my feet.

He only turned and looked at me as his arms dropped to his sides.

I stood looking so seriously at him, as the very air around me seemed to quiver with...terror?

"Is it... time?" I squeaked out in quiet assurance.

"Yes, it is." He calmly replied as I could see the solemness of the moment in his eyes.

"What happens now?" I whispered.

"You'll hear the trumpet." He simply answered.

"And then it's over." I cocked my head and looked at him as the revelation seeped through my entire existence.

He only nodded.

I smiled at him as the floodgates of years of waiting burst forth. Mixed feelings and memories of my life and... all of time, flashed before my eyes. I wailed in joy and pain, but mostly in relief as I fell on my face.

The trumpets reverberated through the universe; of the worlds God had created and the one He'd died for. Yes, that one world of redemption, filled with millions I'd never seen and on some level wasn't even aware they existed. I pushed myself to my hands and knees and finally to sitting on my legs, as I just waited and watched; held by the Word of God in suspended animation... somewhere?

The angels were enchanting, beautiful and horrible at the same time. They poured forth from the piercing light of the highest heaven, flooding all the corners of the nether world below. The very space we all seemed to occupy melted away from our existence. The hot winds of spacelessness folded in around us and I could feel myself moving with the entirety of the host of heaven.

My attention was immediately drawn to Christ before me. Creation's Lord and Redeemer who led the charge to lay hold of the final visage of His once good universe that had waited so patiently mired in death's curse until this very moment.

I smiled... and cried...and laughed.

I watched the bodies rise from their graves and the dead all assembling before us. Some, barely to consciousness - suddenly translated in their moment, in their twinkling of an eye. One of those bodies must be mine. The thought passed through my sense as I could feel the force of those surpassing me on their journey to be joined to the souls they'd been severed from - and in some cases millennia ago.

And before I realized it...