Faye, in Hell.

[7twistedwishes]

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On the other side of the door...

Hell...

No, no fire and brimstone. A large room, half living room, half office, tastefully decorated and furnished. Thick carpet, a big couch, several recliners, an old-style desk, bookshelves, filing cabinets... and a computer too.

Classical music plays in the background and the delicate scent of incense hangs in the air.

"Welcome dear, welcome to my house. Enter freely and of your own free will! Go safely when you must, and leave something of the happiness you bring!"

The Devil steps aside to let Faye enter.

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[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

Faye, despite her mind screaming that this was wrong, hugs back.

"I kind of get the feeling that I've got your attention somehow."

[7twistedwishes]

"Milliways rarely picks the mediocre ones, dear. And you are almost as lonely as I am." The Devil lets out a small sigh.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She blinks and tilts her head, opens her mouth to say something, and then just nods.

"We're a strange pair, but I could see us being friends, sure."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, thanl you, I would like that. But I might try to make you embarassed too.." She grins. "It is part of being sin and temptation incarnate."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She smirks. "As long as you don't mind my sarcastic wit and snarky quips, we'll be all right."

[7twistedwishes]

The Devil smirks and kisses her.

Its is a demonic kiss, very much toe-curling, with pure essence of Lust.

Snark that, is the challenge.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

Faye yanks herself away, a horrified expression on her face. "What are you doing?!" she cries, tears beginning to sparkle in her eyes.

[7twistedwishes]

"Testing you." The Devil is not sorry. She never is, just sometimes she pretends to be. "Learning more about you in a gesture than hours of conversation could tell me."

"If you want, feel free to hit me. I think you need to really hit someone, without joking, without excuses. And I just gave you a reason." Indulgence number two, Wrath. Or it was Envy just a bit ago, making this one the third?

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

Faye shakes her head. "No. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I won't hit you."

[7twistedwishes]

"I am not playing a game, dear; I am offering you a reason and a chance to vent some of your anger." And she is. This time. "It is not like you can actually hurt me, but sometimes, there is nothing better than the feel of flesh giving way under your fists."

Third. Offered freely...

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"I think I'll take up tae kwon do instead, thanks." She steps away from the Devil.

[7twistedwishes]

There is a glint of something in her eye...

Almost as lonely as I am, she said. She can not help it but alienate people. taunt and tease and offend them. And drive them away.

"Good. Now, can you see?"

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"See what?" There's open anger and mistrust in her eyes as she watches the Devil.

[7twistedwishes]

"Good. Nobody does, ever." She offers a hand, and suddenly, looks all to human and tired. "Shall we? There is one more thing I would like to show you."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She's still staring at the Princess of Darkness with mistrust, but since there's no way out of here, she takes the Devil's hand once more.

"What is it?"

[7twistedwishes]

"A secret. That you will think is a trick, as I expect you to." Up into the air, faye is wrapped in light as the Devil's form melts into... ethereal essence.

"It is not far... but then again, this is my domain, everything is as close or as far as I wish."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

Faye waits, nervous, her hands balling into tight little fists.

"Show me, and we shall see."

[7twistedwishes]

Down, now, in a long, steep but not too fast dive. It gets cold, and colder; Hell is supposed to be hot, right?

"I can give you a coat when we get to the bottom."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Okay." She's confused, and she looks around as the two descend.

[7twistedwishes]

Just a tunnel. At the bottom the temperature is very cold, but the Devil returns to normal long enough to offer Faye a coat. "Here. Just go straight ahead, what you should see is in the center of the next chamber. The ground is slippery, watch your spet."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She walks forward slowly, carefully, wrapping the coat around her tightly.

She feels a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole.

[7twistedwishes]

The next room is... a domed cave, filled with ice. No floor, just ice, like a massive lake frozen.

And under the ice, tehre are more sinners, frozen but 'alive', contorted in agony.

Ahead, a small sone slab rises from the ice; there is an humanoid figure on it.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She can't turn away. She can't stop moving forward.

She steps up to the slab hesitantly, fearful.

[7twistedwishes]

The figure looks up. Wearing rags, dirty bandages covering old wounds, emaciated.

The Devil smirks. "Take a seat. It is not your fate to freeze here." As she gestures, the manacles and chains rattle.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"What... is this?" she whispers, horrified.