Where Magic Meets Truth
Hell
{This is an attempt at world creation... The post will set everything up, and then you can feel free to join me in the comment area... if you dare...
There is an agonizing darkness, a dark so deep and so cold that it makes you want to scream... it makes you want to die and just get it over with. It goes on forever in a long howling midnight, until you go mad...
Just past the darkness is the river of fire... It bubbles hot steamy gasps of flame which rip the very air with the putrid stench of their sulfuric odor... Steam rises off the unbearably hot river... seering the skin of your face as you approach...
The old man dressed in black, as pale as the moon, stands at the bow of his slender ship.... A ghostly finger reaches out... beckoning... calling to the lost souls of the world to come with him...
Beyond the river stands the great cavern... A thousand chambers carved of stone stand in the belly of this endless mountain, each one the home of a unique torture... In one a man is being skinned alive... In another the rack... In another acid is being dripped slowly on a young womans face...
If you follow a narrow path down deeper into the pit, you come to a chamber filled with smoke. People are in there begging for food, for water, for anything you can give them, even as their own bellies eat them alive from the inside...
Deeper still you find the hall of memories. There millions of people sit entranced... their eyes dropping tears even as they are fed their own personal montage of hideos visions... visions of regret...
Deeper you find the place of physical tortures... Here blood runs and screams are loud... there are cruel sharp devices....needles... knives...
Deeper, past more flames and pains and evil... lies the palace of the dark lord. A cavern rises up impossibly into the sky... where clouds gather and lightning strikes out in every direction...
The beast himself is all in red, with bulging muscles and viens protruding from skin riddled with disease.... His head is a crown of horns, rising up jaggedly in a hideous array. He chuckles... the grotesque sound bouncing off of the walls of the cavern... even as he surmises your doom...
There is an agonizing darkness, a dark so deep and so cold that it makes you want to scream... it makes you want to die and just get it over with. It goes on forever in a long howling midnight, until you go mad...
Just past the darkness is the river of fire... It bubbles hot steamy gasps of flame which rip the very air with the putrid stench of their sulfuric odor... Steam rises off the unbearably hot river... seering the skin of your face as you approach...
The old man dressed in black, as pale as the moon, stands at the bow of his slender ship.... A ghostly finger reaches out... beckoning... calling to the lost souls of the world to come with him...
Beyond the river stands the great cavern... A thousand chambers carved of stone stand in the belly of this endless mountain, each one the home of a unique torture... In one a man is being skinned alive... In another the rack... In another acid is being dripped slowly on a young womans face...
If you follow a narrow path down deeper into the pit, you come to a chamber filled with smoke. People are in there begging for food, for water, for anything you can give them, even as their own bellies eat them alive from the inside...
Deeper still you find the hall of memories. There millions of people sit entranced... their eyes dropping tears even as they are fed their own personal montage of hideos visions... visions of regret...
Deeper you find the place of physical tortures... Here blood runs and screams are loud... there are cruel sharp devices....needles... knives...
Deeper, past more flames and pains and evil... lies the palace of the dark lord. A cavern rises up impossibly into the sky... where clouds gather and lightning strikes out in every direction...
The beast himself is all in red, with bulging muscles and viens protruding from skin riddled with disease.... His head is a crown of horns, rising up jaggedly in a hideous array. He chuckles... the grotesque sound bouncing off of the walls of the cavern... even as he surmises your doom...
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Comment by Scorpio Damascus on May 3, 2009 at 11:48pm -
Beyond the River Styx is the Cavern of infinite torture... It rises up from the muddy black ground like a shimmering beacon of crystalline light... its surface made up of a million tiny mirrors... each reflecting a lie. As you approach the light shining from these mirrored surfaces catches your eyes... so beautiful... so out of place in this dark world that you can't help but stare into them. As you do you are treated to a vision of your own reflection... a vision of yourself... that is not quite yourself... Instead it is the most spectacularly beautiful version of your own visage that you could possibly imagine. Drawn by your own self gratification you move closer... your eyes becoming lost in the perfection of what you could have been... What you should have been...
As you stare into the mirrors you feel your self pummeled by a powerful array of emotions... you feel greed for the beauty that you might possess... regret for what was lost and never claimed... and overriding all of these is a maelstrom of guilt, as your soul churns at its own depravity...
Transfixed by the mirrored surfaces... you never notice the tiny demons who come, slowly, carefully, to rip at the flesh of your body... pulling it in huge gaping chunks from your limbs and then carting it away in wheel barrels to use in their evil rights...
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Comment by Carmen, goddess of nature on May 3, 2009 at 12:41pm - haha i'll go get suncream!
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Comment by Tim Jackson on May 1, 2009 at 4:13pm - I'll come to hell with you Carmen. You might need my protection after all! Just let me change into shorts first!
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Comment by Carmen, goddess of nature on May 1, 2009 at 3:32pm
- Yeah, i'll join :) This may sound quite stupid, but perhaps something to do with vanity could be added in, like when everyone first arrives, they all are shown what they look like and they are all a stunningly beautiful version of themselves and the mirrors that they look in can slowly torture them but as they are so beautiful it is near impossible to look away?
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