Post by The Marquess on May 20, 2017 17:51:42 GMT
So, this is what hell was like? The home of the damned, those that would suffer for all eternity for their sins in life? The place The Marquess had fully expected himself to go when that damn mercenary blew his head off?
To be honest, it wasn't anywhere as near as bad as he thought it was going to be.
The disembodied spirit of the crime lord simply floated in place, taking in his surroundings. Many other souls like himself were merely floating around, going about their business. In life, Hell had always been this place of fire, brimstone and agony. But here, it didn't really seem that much different to Earth. Just that the sky was now a yellow colour, and that the water was red, possibly blood, and though there were some rather creepy rock formations here and there, the place didn't seem that bad. The Marquess wasn't sure if this was the god's little joke, making Hell seem similar to how the living world was, but the crime lord wasn't going to complain. After all, it wasn't burning for all eternity.
The only other forms of life (so to speak) that the Marquess could see in this place were Ogres. Large red and blue brutes walking around keeping everything in order. So these guys almost acted like the police of hell, making sure the peace was kept. Though the thought of that did bring up one question. Why were they needed? The souls wandering around didn't really have any power, so it wasn't like they could cause any trouble. Was there something else? Others dwelling in hell that The Marquess was unaware of?
The soul hovered over towards the edge of a blood pond as he thought. So, now that he was here, what was he supposed to do? When he was alive, he had goals, ambitions, things that now meant nothing now that he was no longer of that world. So, what was he to do? Simply go through his life with no purpose? The more he thought about it, maybe this was how hell was supposed to be. Punishment by sheer boredom.
The Marquess shook his head. Well, he would have if he had a head. He died standing up to a mercenary that completely overpowered him. He was not going to simply succumb to the wasteland that was living in Hell. This world had mysteries just begging to be solved. And with all these souls and ogres here, there was no doubt a hierarchy. A way for someone to be on the top. Through all those years working as a slave for the Saiyan Solar Empire, the Marquess had sworn he would never bow down to anyone again.
It was decided. The Marquess was going to find some way to take over Hell!
To be honest, it wasn't anywhere as near as bad as he thought it was going to be.
The disembodied spirit of the crime lord simply floated in place, taking in his surroundings. Many other souls like himself were merely floating around, going about their business. In life, Hell had always been this place of fire, brimstone and agony. But here, it didn't really seem that much different to Earth. Just that the sky was now a yellow colour, and that the water was red, possibly blood, and though there were some rather creepy rock formations here and there, the place didn't seem that bad. The Marquess wasn't sure if this was the god's little joke, making Hell seem similar to how the living world was, but the crime lord wasn't going to complain. After all, it wasn't burning for all eternity.
The only other forms of life (so to speak) that the Marquess could see in this place were Ogres. Large red and blue brutes walking around keeping everything in order. So these guys almost acted like the police of hell, making sure the peace was kept. Though the thought of that did bring up one question. Why were they needed? The souls wandering around didn't really have any power, so it wasn't like they could cause any trouble. Was there something else? Others dwelling in hell that The Marquess was unaware of?
The soul hovered over towards the edge of a blood pond as he thought. So, now that he was here, what was he supposed to do? When he was alive, he had goals, ambitions, things that now meant nothing now that he was no longer of that world. So, what was he to do? Simply go through his life with no purpose? The more he thought about it, maybe this was how hell was supposed to be. Punishment by sheer boredom.
The Marquess shook his head. Well, he would have if he had a head. He died standing up to a mercenary that completely overpowered him. He was not going to simply succumb to the wasteland that was living in Hell. This world had mysteries just begging to be solved. And with all these souls and ogres here, there was no doubt a hierarchy. A way for someone to be on the top. Through all those years working as a slave for the Saiyan Solar Empire, the Marquess had sworn he would never bow down to anyone again.
It was decided. The Marquess was going to find some way to take over Hell!