Come little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment.Many people overestimate what's coming to them in the end. Grand white palaces, glittering, pearly gates. Maybe a fiery, flaming hell- well actually, hell is pretty bad. Nevermind. Let's rephrase this: people tend to overestimate the maturity of those
running what's coming to them in the end. Nobody in charge is above a little gambling... a little game, played with the mortals as pawns.
Here's the break down, my young friend; your grandparents were those pawns. Grandmother or grandfather, gender didn't matter, but seven of the most morally intact human beings on earth were selected for a bit of a
bet. The deal was, if Gabriel- ruling as 'God'- took everything from these people in some form or another, and they still remained as hopeful, moral and pious, the Devil would hand over seven lost souls from hell. If they failed, Gabriel's debt to Satan was seven souls promised to heaven. Now, when the seven were left with nothing- either through being drafted into war, or finding their country absorbed into communism, or becoming fatally ill, not a single one remained as pure as they had initially been. The punishments were too harsh, and they could not shoulder the burdens. All seven failed, and so, seven souls were promised to hell by heaven: their grandchildren.
Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way, through all the pain and the sorrows.Two generations later, it's the year of the i-pad and the eco friendly car, and you have just turned eighteen. Ironically (this was actually organized by heaven on purpose) you and the other seven all share the same birthday- 12/21/1994. Your life seems huge, but it's really small; you go to school, you go home. Maybe you work in the summer, maybe you just got a car, but above all: you've just graduated from childhood. Your parents can't legally tell you what to do anymore, where to go, or why- you're free! The one problem with this is the fact that you're not free. You never were. The moment your soul was formed in heaven, you were signed off to hell by Gabriel. Now, children are pure no matter what and can't go to hell. This was one of the issues- why you've lasted so long. That, and you've needed these eighteen years for conditioning- plus, Satan certainly doesn't want a bunch of twelve year olds (or eighty year olds) serving the purpose he has in store for you. In order for you to be right for death, you need to have had a life. Even a short one works. So, now, you've just turned eighteen the day earlier and... bam. You die. It's a freak accident, of course. You fall down the stairs, or you fall suddenly ill, or your car is mowed over by an out of control truck. It doesn't take long, and that's it, you're done. There are no angels. There is no white light or fiery gate. Your life-switch is just flicked off, you experience death, and your time among the living is terminated.
Weep not, poor children. For life is this way: murdering beauty and passions.Not totally, though, don't worry my good friend! This is just the end of life- your pre-work retirement years, we'll call them, because the next thing in store for you is bootcamp. You are sucked- literally sucked, like a bug through a vacuum- into hell. This is where the fun really begins, standing here in the icy Pantheon of hell, looking up at the three-faced Satan leering back down at you. You're with the other six now, and none of you have EVER seen eachother in your entire lives. You've just died and you know it- feel it- and now you're in a place so otherworldly that your mind is near breaking.
So.
Welcome to hell.Come, little children. The time's come to play, here in my garden of shadow.As time goes on, you are briefed on what the state of affairs is. You are one of seven young adults predestined to go to hell. You haven't done anything particularly wrong out of the ordinary, don't fret, so you're not going to burn. You just happen to be 'in service'. And don't worry! There is a retirement. But, you have to work for it. Work, you ask? Well, as Satan briefs you: you and your fellow six will each be assigned to a ring of hell, and a 'creed' to wear. This creed is both your salvation and your doom; with the label of one of the seven deadly sins perched on your shoulder, the threat of failing to fill your quota of souls damned will be to fall into the sin ascribed you until you can compose yourself enough to drag yourself out of that morally bankrupt and physically uncomfortable soul. There are perks to the job, though. Powers. You're not sure what you're going to do with yourself, what you're going to make of this, but you do know that the only way out is to go with it. Oh, one more thing: you discover that through an accidentally formed loophole in the bet, you can't die. That is to say, you can be torn apart and burnt, even consumed- but you will always resurrect in your assigned ring.
Maybe hell isn't so bad.
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