At the end of all, there was peace.
That thought had always frightened me on some level. There is something terrifying about the very idea of true lasting peace, and this thought nagged me through all my earthly struggles, even though I myself fought for peace, or always told as much to myself, because it is simply barbaric and foolish to fight for anything else. All the people I killed and all the cities I burned - all the atrocities I ever commited - I have done for the sake of peace, because military expediency demanded a great deal of ruthlessness, and to give the world anything less would have prolonged the fighting even more. I guess that I really did believe in my cause back then, even though I did know full well that people like me had no place in the utopia that was to come after our victory. We kept trying, though, and our enemies could never quite beat us. We ourselves won many great victories, though each felt less than the last, as none of them were truly decisive; the war truly never ended.
Fortunately for me, the world came to an end at that time, which, I suppose, was to be expected sooner or later. We have been judged, and sure enough all went to Hell. I was not surprised, though apparently I still had a soul, as somehow something more died inside of me, for the first time in many years. Without hope we endured eternal torment, but - and this was probably a bad thing - I did not notice much of a difference from before, even as some of my coldest comrades despaired. Here, a new war was fought, and I found some solace in it; we were fighting again, though inasmuch as Hell was everchanging we always had to change sides lest we be changed ourselves, and so could hope for a victorious resolution even less. I did not hope for peace - victory - anymore, but could not let myself take pleasure in senseless war either, and instead moved on in cold blood, slaughtering millions of the fools who still believed in love or might, or whatever had they.
I know not how time passed in Hell, but apparently it all passed eventually, and even eternal torment turned out to be finite, for nothing is forever. An old friend of mine, whom I have not seen in Hell before, came before me after a battle, and told me that this was about to end. I shrugged it off, but he never went away, and as I grew more used to his presence he managed to persuade me to stop.
And I ascended into Heaven.
We all wandered there. It was a lush and clean, but empty place, though my friend told me that the emptyness was an illusion; God was everywhere in Heaven, and perhaps that was true, but no matter how hard I looked, I could never see Him. It was strange, for at times I could have sworn I heard God's voice - on Earth, and even in Hell, but here, all was silent. There were animals everywhere, and people went about as well, but I had no need to hunt the former, and as for the latter... I had known many of them; but I knew them no longer, except for the friend that visited me in Hell. We talked with him, on the occassion, but even he had no answers to my questions, and I knew that we, too, were now drifting apart.
All was at peace, for no war ever happened here. There was noone to fight and nothing to fight about, except perhaps for the sake of the war, but nobody cared for it much, not even myself. No. Apparently I won. The utopia was right here, and final peace came about - through my victory. No, it was not mine at all.
"There are other good things in life, not just war." - my friend told me.
"Certainly," - I replied - "but... no. Not for me, in any case."
"How could you know? Have you even tried to wander around here and explore?"
"I have. Yet it is all nothing. It's just... terrain, and provision, but what use is terrain without artillery and provision without foragers?"
"There is more to it."
"Certainly. But I want none of it."
My friend shook his head in disappointment - and at the same time, I suspect, understandment.
"Then what will you do?" - he asked, after an awkward pause.
"I... do not know. I have always fought for the sake of everyone else. But now, they truly do not need it."
"Well... yes."
"Yes. I thought about how this will be, after the war is finally over. I thought I would settle down; I knew that I would not be happy, but I would suffer everything, even peace, for the sake of the rest of us. I could suffer a lot easily enough; so I thought, and so I know; but..." - I closed my eyes. No "buts". Those were pathetic, weak excuses which I always loathed. Then I opened my eyes and stood up in full height - "Nothing. I will suffer this as well, even forever. With time, perhaps I could... forget."
"You could not." - said my friend harshly as he himself stood up - "You could not and would not. Do not lie; I know that you could never rest."
I looked away and started walking through the Garden in which we all lived, with a still vague, yet increasingly clear destination in mind.
"What do you want?" - asked my friend as he caught up with me.
I went on silently. I passed through forests and mountains, swamps and plains. My friend followed.
"Answer me! What are you trying to do?"
"I am weak and selfish, and could not resist." - I replied calmly, without looking back - "I am going to the Tree of Knowledge."
"What? Why?"
Then he understood.
"You are going to eat the apple." - he said, distraught.
"Yes, if it's there. If not... I will find something else. It just looks like a good place to start."
"But why?"
"Did you not understand?" - I said, bemused - "I cannot live in peace. This perfection is what I fought for, and I was right to fight for it, but what a fool was I to think that I could live here! I could not. And I could not die, even if I wanted to; not here, for there is no death here, not yet."
"So you want to... destroy Heaven?"
"I want to end the peace. What exactly will it mean metaphyiscally is irrelevant, but what I want is a real world."
"Our world was scarcely real, and it is gone now."
"If it is not real, then I will make it so. Oh, perhaps I have no way of bringing that about, but," - and I finally looked back and smiled - "A war to start all war is as good a war as any."
"Stop, stop. Do you truly want to betray what you have fought for all along? You do not have to do this! What good is war if you cannot ever win?"
"War is its own reward."
"You do not believe that."
I swam across the sea and the river, and marched through the swamp.
"No, I do not."
"Then will you stop?"
I emerged from the swamp and entered a scorched desert. I stopped and looked around; there was noone else in sight, other than my friend who once more caught with me.
"I will not stop." - I said, and continued my march.
"Why, then? Why insist on defeating yourself? This is not how a war is fought. It is one thing to not take unfair advantages; it is another to deliberately undermine yourself. This is a game, not a true war."
"Perhaps," - I said, as I looked up into the empty sky - "Perhaps this is not as simple as it may seem. I have lived for long enough to tell that things are never this easy. This paradise is doomed; peace and order is always fleeting, and if it seems to be otherwise then it is merely a calm before the storm. I think that this is not the end either, if the end of Earth and the end of Hell were not; there is certainly some way to destroy Arcadia, and that means that someone would. It would be simply arrogant of me to assume that I am the only one that, for whatever reason, still craves war; or that I am the only one who might figure it out that the key to ending the peace is on the Tree. No; someone would set the world on fire at some point - but perhaps I could pre-empt them, and start it when I am most prepared and they are not ready. Anything less - now that would be treason!" - I suddenly screamed at the end of my monologue, and felt, with some satisfaction, that not only had I shocked my friend, but I had, for a moment at least, revived my soul as well.
"But... Is that it, then?- asked my friend after a minor pause - "Is that what you think is going to happen? You did not say it before!"
"That is what will happen, and I will admit that it took me some time to wholly understand it. But tell me - does it not make sense?"
"Oh, it does; but perhaps it is merely a self-fulfilling prophecy?"
"How so?"
"What if nothing of this kind would happen? What if you are the only one who has decided to do this? Then you will have condemned us all to an eternity of war for no purpose other than your own... insanity!"
"Whether I am insane or not, I do not think that your idea - while certainly interesting in the academic sense - is worth compromising my sworn and sacred mission. No, the risks are too high, and I will go ahead."
We now arrived at the gates of the Inner Garden. They were wide open. We stopped.
"Still, I do not think you have to do this. Would it not be better to avoid this if it were possible."
"If it were possible... I suppose so." - I said, and cursed my friend without words, for now my despair returned - "But it is not, and I will do what I must now."
And I made a step forward. My friend placed his hand on my shoulder and once again told me to stop.
"You do not want to take any risks; but this is not such a big risk. You are a great warrior, after all, and here you need not sleep or eat."
"What do you suggest?"
"I suggest that you protect the Tree instead."
"The best defense is a good offense."
"But you do not even know who is the enemy, much less where they are now. All you know is that they will come here. So why not wait for them here?"
And yet another pause set in, while we walked through the gates and into the Inner Garden. We went into its very middle, and saw the Tree before us.
"Well then?" - my friend asked.
"I will protect it." - I said, with some resignation, but also some relief. We parted on good terms, and so my vigil began.
I know not how time passes here; but somehow, it passed. Other than that, Heaven was quite different from Hell, for very little seemed to happen here. No, this place was not dead; but if Hell was ever-changing and chaotic, Heaven was static and well-ordered. Yes, perhaps it was worth fighting for.
And yet, and yet... Time did pass. And as there were some constants even in Hell, some things slowly changed in Heaven as well. Occasionally, some people came; I scared most of them off, and a few I had to fight - and some of them were fairly good, but all lost in the end. With time, I grew more and more attached to the Tree. I was calm, now, and no longer needed my friend, who had drifted away as I predicted; the Tree was more than enough for me. Subtley, I moved around it, looking for oncoming beings (especially ones that were like I once was); carefully, I hunted them down, and if need be, destroyed them in cold blood. I did not sink into barbarism after all.
Yet an admission must be made: I am not at all cured of doubt. Such is the burden of knowledge; for I have read enough to know that he who is invincible is always his own worst enemy. My friend was very right back then, during the journey, though I may have hated to admit it; I was indeed self-defeating, and the temptation to do something to end the vigil and begin a real war remained so very, very strong. But I feel that, as long as I remember that, and as long as I remain in control, all should be well.