A Prayer for Hell: Chaper #9 Hades River
Author: Dennis Siluk
9. Hades River
She was not happy, and longed for her father, the father she knew, and she longed for her Old Folks Home she had not thought she'd grieve it, put I guess in Hell you do grieve, had it been in heaven or its equal, possible the grieving would not had taken place other than wanting to insure all was well with a loved one left behind, but she left no such things, people behind, all she had was a wheelchair, and a memory of her father;
as they'd call it even though she was but thirty-nine years old when he had died, died from a neurological disease; to here the home was a convalescent home of sorts. She had never married, and had no siblings, and so very often had no one but her surrounding environment to appease her: she longed to be by the gate now it was surprisingly a relief to return to it. She now realized in the past she vehemently abused people, making all them bitter within her life, other than her father. But that didn't put her in Hell she knew, it was her attitude, her prayer you could call it. She could only construe, she was the fool; she even came to an understating, that if a woman wants to make a fool out of herself it is best to let her do so, least you get entangled into her web for the spider to eat you—and so in the long run that is exactly what people did to her, allowed her to decay into her own—onto her own intrinsic island. Blind she was, blind and wanting to go home—but death was her home: as death must come to each and everyone, it came to her, in the city of death, the Gateway City: it is not death that hurts, but constantly dying.
The city's Tall Man, it was better to be exiled here than within the masses of the horde, she thought, for outside the Gateway-City, save for the fact she could not fall to sleep and never wake up, she died hour after hour, not even knowing it was a day to an hour: barer it could be worse she told herself, for beyond that was the fires, the everlasting fires, and somewhere around that the frozen chambers for the many kings that abused the masses with their powers and wills for grandness beyond the gift given them by God.
But then there were many things she didn't know about this underground city, this core in the earth, this ugly supernatural, spiritual world of a cave of sorts, island in the earth, whatever, wherever she was, it was a hell; here they were all barbarians.
—She now looked up where her father was before, looking at the same back her father had before he turned to her with that smirk; she stared and stared and stared, and finally he turned: it wasn't her father at all, it was whoever it was—the other person. She now put two and two together: matter of fact the two men [Buer and Gusoyn] were the ones who had spit and fooled her, Buer being the one who changed his face and spit at her, changed shapes to fool her; but why? 'Sure, to sell my place her,' she finished. And Buer, who had looked like her father, she discovered now looked different so very different, again she did not look, think she did as she had always done took the man view at face value, the Tall Man. He had what was called shape-shifted, things demons do, were designed to do, can do to fool a person—but she didn't learn about demons, didn't believe in them: before. Again her face turned morbid pale with horror.
"Of course," she whispered to herself again, "of course, the tall man was by nature a liar, like the two demons's overlooking the stone walls; that she referred to being the second guard, Buer [who had done the shape changing to fool her, for it was the nature of the demons to ensnare and seduce the enemy, mankind; and Hell didn't change a persons nature, it just brought it out more]. Now she realized Buer was rather stout and short and silent, now that she looked closer [Gusoyn being the polar opposite]; his hair balled in the back with a thick red neck, gray eyes, and an odd looking mouth, he spoke not a word, fat as a cow. But another observation she had was that demons seem to have eyes and mouths that were grotesque, alarming, all of them.
—As Ms Rice walked about, everything seemed so easy now, no fuss, no one seemed to bother her, any policeman, or authority; everything calm seemed to run by itself within her spirit body: no supervisor class, and no boss. If anything, that's were it was for the moment. The river to the left of her made up a trillion drops of soot-covered water. She now stood by the gate, the solid stone walls that lead to the gates, in her undisputable spot; listening to the grumbling of the guards on the ledge above. Thought Ms Rice, standing there absorbing everything: a person needs to know what they are up against; otherwise that person is just a wash-out. She was a bit prideful at the moment, prideful that she had figured out the game a little better, with a little help she admitted, her fate, and made it back to the 'Gateway City,' not much pride, but better than what she had before.
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