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7twistedwishes) wrote2008-10-03 12:18 am
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Weyland's Visit
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.
The Devil steps aside to let Weyland in enter. No need to make promises of release for him, since he is out of her purview.
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.
The Devil steps aside to let Weyland in enter. No need to make promises of release for him, since he is out of her purview.
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It was not there a moment before. Anyway, she walks in with Weyland, and presses '97' on the panel: it starts moving down...
On the way, the glass walls will show infernal panoramas and peeks at sinners being eternally punished.
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"Do you ever go for walks and talk to the people being punished?" he asks. "Ask them whether they regret it--can they reform, or are they here forever?"
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The elevator stops with a 'ding', and the doors slide open to admit cold air. "I can not go further... or rather, this avatar can not go further, but the passage is straight. Just watch out for the ice on the floor."
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He glances out through the doors, and finishes his drink. "I shall be careful," he says.
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The room at the end of the tunnel is... not a room but a vast domed cave, filled with ice. No floor, just ice, like a massive lake frozen.
And under the ice, there are sinners, frozen but 'alive', contorted in agony.
Far ahead at the center of the lake, a small stone slab rises from the ice; there is an humanoid figure sitting upon it.
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So he walks carefully along the ice, observing his surroundings.
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The Devil smirks. "Take a seat." As she gestures, the manacles and chains that bind her wrists, ankles and neck to the stone rattle.
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"This is where you are, always?" he asks quietly. "How did it happen? How can you change it?"
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"There was I time when I was flame, now my fire is used to burn petty sinners." She shifts position, stretching legs a bit, the chains being way too short to allow any kind of comfortable postion on the cold stone slab.
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"There must be something that can be done," he says. "Are you not simply carrying out your purpose as the rest of us do? Why should you be punished for doing what you were created to do? It is unjust."
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"He is making you do his bidding," he says, "be his scapegoat, and this is your reward? Do you at least--in my world, there is a rebellion, there is a war against the gods, and the forces that oppose them will be victorious, or perhaps already were. Do you have that comfort, at least?"
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The Devil shrugs. "Good thing I can send out avatars of myself. or I would have gone insane, alone here in the cold."
"Hmm, maybe I did go insane, just am unable to notice."
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He shakes his head. "I suspect we are all at least a bit insane. Immortality will do that."
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Interesting, the manacles have locks.
Locks have keys, right?
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The Devil shifts from an uncomfortable position to the next. "My brother Uriel has the key."
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