"
Who are you?
"
It Matters Not.
" Who... Am I? "
It Matters Not.
" What is this place? "
This Is Where You Belong.
Since that moment they have tormented you. Your body, your mind, your very existence. They have torn you apart and put you back together again, only so you could experience it twofold the next time they visited. There is no time where you are, so you know not how long it goes on for, all you do know is that they will return and bring with them more agony.
You don't remember why you are here. You don't remember anything before those first three words, but yet you know things. You know that the creatures that torment you are called Demons, you know there are countless others experiencing the same things as you, and you know the name of this place.
This is Hell.
You know, even if you don't know why you know, that being here means you did something wrong. Perhaps, many things wrong. You don't remember. You know of trees, grass and animals, flowing rivers and trails of ants in the dirt. You know of smiling faces without cruelty, but you do not remember why. You know this torment should have driven you mad, you do not know why you still see clearly.
You know you should have given up after so long. You know why you haven't. Before you spoke those first three words, you remember something else. You remember feeling angry, you remember feeling betrayed... You remember the feeling of unfathomable hatred.
You know you reside in the lowest depths of The Pit. You know that nobody is coming to save you. You know that nobody escapes the Devil.
You know this knowledge won't stop you trying.
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Darkness was nothing new to him. When the Demons were away, it was all he saw. They would let him see nothing they didn't want him to see, and they would not let him hear anything he wanted to hear. The absence of anything for his senses to detect was a torture in itself, but often one better that the alternative. It was the click I am Inferi.
It Matters Not.
" Who... Am I? "
It Matters Not.
" What is this place? "
This Is Where You Belong.
Since that moment they have tormented you. Your body, your mind, your very existence. They have torn you apart and put you back together again, only so you could experience it twofold the next time they visited. There is no time where you are, so you know not how long it goes on for, all you do know is that they will return and bring with them more agony.
You don't remember why you are here. You don't remember anything before those first three words, but yet you know things. You know that the creatures that torment you are called Demons, you know there are countless others experiencing the same things as you, and you know the name of this place.
This is Hell.
You know, even if you don't know why you know, that being here means you did something wrong. Perhaps, many things wrong. You don't remember. You know of trees, grass and animals, flowing rivers and trails of ants in the dirt. You know of smiling faces without cruelty, but you do not remember why. You know this torment should have driven you mad, you do not know why you still see clearly.
You know you should have given up after so long. You know why you haven't. Before you spoke those first three words, you remember something else. You remember feeling angry, you remember feeling betrayed... You remember the feeling of unfathomable hatred.
You know you reside in the lowest depths of The Pit. You know that nobody is coming to save you. You know that nobody escapes the Devil.
You know this knowledge won't stop you trying.
-
Darkness was nothing new to him. When the Demons were away, it was all he saw. They would let him see nothing they didn't want him to see, and they would not let him hear anything he wanted to hear. The absence of anything for his senses to detect was a torture in itself, but often one better that the alternative. It was the click I am Inferi.
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