Post by Mammon on Sept 1, 2017 13:25:21 GMT
| Paradise Lost |
Mammon's PL: 129,553 Mammon's current PL: 38,865
GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
I came, I saw, I was conquered. I lived died through it, I watched the flames leap and twirl from building to build like some terrible great serpent, I watched as mother and child were turned to so much dust and ash to be swept aside by the wind like the great hand of God saying, ‘it never was’. I died, it was the sacking of Arcose.
But that’s getting ahead of myself, I am Mammon third son of Kravos of the house of the Open Palm, a demon. Don’t be so shocked, and please put down that holy symbol and don’t quote scripture at me, it’ll do you little good.
That’s better, put it down on the table by the decanter, while you’re there help yourself to a drink, you’ll need it I think, because I’m about to reveal to you why everything you know is a lie, and that you don’t know a thing about how it all really works, you don’t know how blessed you are. Or were, for I like the prophet will split the sea of your ignorance in two, and will guide you through it. But I promise you this, you will not like it.
Don’t bother shouting no one will hear you either, or no one will care. My neighbours are well aware of my disposition and are properly acclimated, besides by the end of tonight you too may be properly acclimated to it. And I am the least of what I will show you tonight.
You probably think me one of God’s fallen, cast from his grace, or the returned spirit of some long forgotten god, whatever your beliefs they are wrong. I come from a place called the demon realm, yes I know how original. Doesn’t have the same ring as hell does it? But I’ve been to hell and it is not the same. You see there is a shadow to every light, wherever it touches it is cast, we are your opposite, the other side to the metaphorical and literal coin.
I wonder when the coin is finally tossed what will come up.
Heads or-
Tails.
It is a place of endless possibilities, worlds were logic need not apply, where one might be the boot or the ant, and there are countless of my kind there. And we wage an endless war among ourselves, and what do we fight about? Land, money, women, or just for the thrill of it, we demons need little reason to fight. To kill, to lie, to seduce. You look a little uncomfortable, as well you should.
But we need not go so far to find terrors, one need only look more close to home. Above your head there is an empire of were monkeys, who can transform into hulking brutes that can and have reduced cities to ruins in a mere blink of the eye, yes I know you know this, it wasn’t so long they tried this on earth. But they failed, defeated by earth's most valiant warriors, the blue banner army. How does it feel to live under a military police the likes of which tyrants dream of, I’ll stop you before you come to their defence ‘valiant’ defence, who do they answer to, the people, the courts, the government, there’s a man with blue hair that rules as surely as any tyrant.
Speaking of Tyrant you’ve heard of Xylo, the man’s the next best thing since sliced bread, it's just he’s the knife and he isn’t so much making a sandwich but fighting over the loaf with a barrel of monkeys. Pull one out and there’s ten more coming up out of the barrel with that one, each can turn a planet to so much rubble, not that’s a benchmark of power. I could do that too if I wanted to, in fact, a lot of people can. And none are as pleasant as I, you and everyone you know live's depend on the mood of a few select individuals.
Pleasant thought is it not?
But don’t worry it's mostly painless, besides, maybe you can escape us all through a pine box, your eternal reward no? Let me tell you something about heaven and hell, when you walk through the pearly gate you are greeted with a bustling and pushy line, all to get to a red giant who checks you off a list to see if you’ve been naughty or nice, and whether you go up or down. But you’ve already met him, didn’t get your Christmas present did you?
I’ll pose you a question, how many acts does it take a good man to be a bad man, how many zen donated does it take, or how many times does it take parking in the disabled spot. Careful watch your step or you might fall, how long do you think it takes to hit rock bottom, not long I can tell you that. Now, what is it like, well you don’t have a body, all those toes and fingers gone, you’re a cloud. Everything that made you, you is gone, and you get to roam a blasted hellscape forever talking with other such individuals. And believe me, they make poor conversationalists.
So, why am I telling you all this, well. I wanted to inform you what you had to look forward here, you died, you’re already rotting in that pine box. Now it's all coming back to you isn’t it, welcome to the afterlife. And I had nothing else to do, hell gets boring. But you’ll find out soon enough.
As one tortured soul to another, enjoy your stay.
Mammon greets a new arrival to the afterlife.
I’ve been given permission by Somatrope to use his Gravity Chamber, and have flavored it during this thread.