Hell-o Old Friend[Check-In] Nov 15, 2017 6:09:46 GMT
Post by Mammon on Nov 15, 2017 6:09:46 GMT
| Hell-o Old Friend |
Mammon's PL: Dead Mammon's Current PL: Deceased
GAIN BONUS: AL
He had been killed, again. God damn it, this was becoming a habit he’d rather not indulge in, but like the alcoholic to the bottle he was drawn, drawn and quartered that is. He fell into line with the rest of the unjudge souls, how many were here because of him? I mean he had the best of intentions this time around and by that his best of intentions. He was kicking off the apocalypse, it was pressing the history eraser button and setting the galaxy in open warfare, it only required the death of one small red planet. Alas, it was not meant to be, betrayed at the final hurdle.
“Honey I’m home.” step into the line, take one step forward, stop. Step into the line, take one step forward, stop. He had to smile, he had come close, closer than most would ever. But there were no prizes for almost, just that long drop. “I mean, how was I supposed to know gum could become a real boy, with all those feelings, and all those regrets.” he chuckled to himself his translucent form vibrating with the sound like the purring of a cat, one could be mistaken to think he had not lost the last encounter, but won in fact. He only needed to win once, and he could retry as much as he liked. Insert that next coin and get that new set of lives.
“It's off to hell we go, fa-lalala.” he was going down, down, down. Cast into the mud, set to writhe and squirm like some kind of animal, so what did they expect to rise out of the mire, an angel, a hero?
The line moved like a great snake, one step forward and two steps back. The chatter went something like ‘where’, ‘what’, ‘who’. Most importantly why, you couldn’t just think the universe happened for no reason, there had to be a reason for all the pain, all the anger, and little disappointments. It couldn’t just be nothing, could it? Two steps back and one step forward.
The ogres got his name and ticked the little box, stamped his hand and told him to step forward. They should’ve given him an armband, he’d be back and the ink would just wash away. He wondered what the verdict would be like this time around, would they reminisce about old times, would they laugh about that one time he poured out his heart, and he got a dagger in it for his trouble. Oh, he’d laugh and keep laughing, the smile would never fall and it would never end.
He passed the arch and he stepped into the office of the overlord of the afterlife, he strutted in like he owned the place, like a fat tomcat, come home from a night a scourging, and still expecting dinner and a scratch behind the ears. ‘Meow’. “Hey big red, how’s it going?” he didn’t wait for a reply. “Good, that’s great. Anyway, I stopped by to get your opinion before taking off again.” it was the underlining message, ‘you can send me below but we’ll have this conversation again, sooner than later’. “I felt my recent escapade was a little impersonal, so I’m thinking to make this time all that more personal, you know to show them that I care.”
He gave him a chilly little smile, the kind that never touches the eyes. “I think I’ll pay their friends and families a visit next I’m back, I can tell you like that idea.” he opened up his arms to embrace the obvious verdict, ‘hell’. “Let's get on with this shall we, I don’t have all day.”
He fell down, down, down. Hitting rock bottom for the second time, he had to admit it was much more softer this time around, familiar even, like returning to the old family house. No matter who moved in there it would still be your home in your heart of hearts.
Hell's favorite son was back.