Hell by Request And so the powers of darkness
Through her death"
Summoned her to the gates
At her request"
And so it was,
And come to be:
Hell"her forever temple:
A memorable tragedy... #1041 2/2004 She Spots her father Odd and drastic did she look, helpless, but she weathered the moment. A furnace like heat drifted to her from the mass of people beyond the Gateway City. It was what you would call day-time, and the sky took on a glacial white cold look"more pale than bright or white. Cape Cobras with their venomous mouths wiggled to and from the mass of people up to the Gateway City, but not beyond. As she stood there flies feasted on her, trying to get into her eyes, ears, nose, she moved a foot back, and they stopped, again they did not enter the forbidden zone, or so it seemed, the zone was forbidden, it was were this tall man wondered aimlessly though. There were those from the mass that found their way to the city, to walked up toward the safe zone but could not get into it, to the edge of the Gateway City, and stood staring those like Ms Rice, and the Tall Man; now some even started prolong staring at Ms Rice, they had ticks and virus' [like boils] all over their bodies; yes the bodies were of spirit, but none the less, with shape and form to them were un-descript. The ticks and ants were attached to them, even so their heads being eaten away, they paid little attention to it, to get them off, to shoo them away: most likely, if they were after blood that they would not find, I suppose they would go on their own. And it seemed the droppings of mammals were on the floors of this hellish world everywhere. Mosquitoes swarm the rim of this city like a nightmare: big bull mosquitoes"with their high pitched droning sounds, how could anyone get rest she thought, and if they could, it would be insomnia at its wildest; the buzzing alone would not allow it. ""Ms Rice," said the tall man, with a most pleasant and arduous voice. She turned toward him, as a layer of dust filling every opening of her body to include the environment, which was settling over the masses. Said he with a thunderous voice the second time, for "Ms Rice," but she was so taken by the cloud overhead, she was mesmerized for the moment, disassociating from anything in particular, "Yes, yes," she acknowledged, as she swatted away flies; there must had been a thousand verities of flies, again some entering the premises, most not as they'd make their way to the boarder of the river city, the city by the gates, Ms Rice's home new city home. "I think I can help you with your mission in"[pause]: I want to say life, but it is better put, here in death. You want to find your father, and I, yes I can help you with that very thing." Said she: "How so?" Said he: "First things first, even in hell we have our business to attend to, and, what would say you, if I could produce him immediately, and not with a vision, but in person, would you (he stepped now within three feet of her), I say, would you, I say would you give your right to live in the, what we call here the: 'Gateway City,' here in Hell; would you sell it to me, make an agreement with me?" She had not seen her father as she came through the gate, henceforth, she thought, surely he must be in the mass, or beyond. "What is beyond the mass sir," she asked with a pitched and zigzagged voice, one that was anxious, and getting tired of being anxious, vivacious" "You see Ms Rice, beyond the mass are dungeons, and fires and cold caves, and mountains, Hell has its whim's, degrees, its secrets. Yes, oh yes, you are at the best location to say the least, but as you see, you do not get here what you want, what you asked for, came for, and that is why you came, to see your father"is it not? A rhetorical question at best, you needn't answer it, I already know. Beyond the mountains lies the fires, and all the pests a dead life can offer a soul, yes they have them here by the gate and one-hundred fold more in the mass, but god-forbid should you even go farther into Hell, you will melt, be frozen and decay all at one time"." "What then," asked Ms Rice "lies beyond the river?" He hesitated, for there was a dark mist that covered, or blocked entrance into the other side of the river; for there was another side. "You mustn't worry about that, it is barren land now", well not completely barren I suppose, but not used much anymore, and for us, you in particular, you will never go there, it is not for us to be, yet if one looks from the tower [now he pointed to the tower, along side of it were the two men that spit on her, one fat and short, the other broad shouldered: their backs were turned to her] from up that tower you can not see the other side not really, you see just the water, and not much else, and it will bring your eyes pain, much, much, much pain that will last a thousand years: it is cursed land, yes oh yes, more cursed to the brain and eyes than all the terrors and tortures of Hell, the other side is a little belied-dungeon. Not much to see, it would only make a person more dreadful, but back to your father now this is the subject at hand, what say you to my deal?" She looked hard, and harder into the mass thinking: she could find him, it would take forever, or just about forever, but that she had come here for that purpose, and here, safe as safe can be in a prison she had no one, their she'd have a mission, at least it was not as thorny as the waters of the river, so she comforted her decision with, and said, "Ok, yes, yes, do please, tell me and show me where my father is!" At that request his body got somewhat contorted, his smile dispelled, "So be it," he now said with a tone to his voice as if he was a lawyer, giving her notice: "so be it," again he concurred. She held her breath, her mind felt as if was made up of tumbleweeds which were dancing around in her head; her stomach, she was excited and marred at the same time, and her stomach was cramped. The agreement seemed to appear out of nowhere, and given to her in a heartbeat: she signed the agreement, even her picture was imprinted on the ancient scroll as she put her last line to her name in everlasting-ink, then looked at the tall man for guidance: "Follow me, "he commanded, his voice had changed, he seemed now to be in the authority box of sorts. As she followed him, she knew she was to be placed in this massive living dead"this heap of shadows and bones and the locust of the dead world, all would be infested around her, where it was now eighty-degree Fahrenheit, it would soon be 120-degrees or more, and the farther in, the hotter. Now his long arm pointed to the two gate guards, in particular, the one who had spit on her, she had never seen his face only his back side and never gave him a notice when he had spit, but she would in a moment, "There!" he commanded, "look there, that is your old man, your father, he has made a deal with us to guard our city, to spit on each and everyone." The man look about, caught her eye, "My god..." she said, "daddy..." and a smirk appeared on his face. "Yes," she said, "yes indeed, it must have been him, my daddy, but...but, why?" his face was a bit heavier, but it was him all right, she figured. "Yes," she repeated, "...he spit on me," then he turned about, to pay her no attention, as if his job was more essential, as if he did not want to miss out on spitting. Not even saying a word to her. She was crushed, mentally and internally crushed. For the moment, she was dumfounded, shocked, in disbelief, it was her father, in a huge body, but then everyone and everything looked so lopsided here. But it was her father nonetheless, how could he have changed to such a pathetic demonic ass she pondered. Then as she stood their in disbelief, depression and despair seeped into her character, she murmured: '...you mean to say he made a deal with the chiefs of Hell, and part of it was to defy me, to look the other way, to spit on me.' For the first time she cried, the first time in perhaps a long, long time; as the tall man arrogantly commanded two beings to rustle her away: hence, grabbing her in a moment's time, as if time was of the essence and flew her, likened to a dead fossil, wrapped around the flying demons forearm to the center of the mass of fifteen-billion. Like a drunken chicken, a tattered rug, he dropped her some fifty feet to her destiny, to her new abode, her face turning red and cracking from the dry heat almost immediately. |
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