Ticket To Heaven
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Chapter 1:- I remember...
I was trying to breathe very easily as I dusted off my naked, rugged countenance. The tortures of the place had worn me thin. There was a man in black, with a top hat on his head, standing at the other end of the cold table…in the cold room. I hadn’t felt anything cold in god knows how many years.
Strike that, I doubt god himself even knows. Or cares.
Or perhaps he did, I remember thinking, as I saw that there were two winged figures present; one on either side of the man in black. The man had a smile under the brim of his hat that made me wonder from what affiliation he came. Could he be the Devil? Or perhaps a graceful messenger from God? Who knew. All I knew was that I couldn’t stand to be here. There seemed to always be a poison seeping into the room, from someplace far away.
He rose his eyes with inverted colors. “Would you like…” He started, taking a seat at that end of the table. “The chance to leave this place?”]]
[[I remember the conversation. The flames framing the sides of the walls, just on the other sides of the glass windows that stretched the length and width of the walls. The tortured souls, still being tortured behind the veil, beneath me currently, but never far away. Even worlds apart, I can here the screams of pain from that world I escaped from. That place known only as Hell.
I was trying to breathe very easily as I dusted off my naked, rugged countenance. The tortures of the place had worn me thin. There was a man in black, with a top hat on his head, standing at the other end of the cold table…in the cold room. I hadn’t felt anything cold in god knows how many years.
Strike that, I doubt god himself even knows. Or cares.
Or perhaps he did, I remember thinking, as I saw that there were two winged figures present; one on either side of the man in black. The man had a smile under the brim of his hat that made me wonder from what affiliation he came. Could he be the Devil? Or perhaps a graceful messenger from God? Who knew. All I knew was that I couldn’t stand to be here. There seemed to always be a poison seeping into the room, from someplace far away.
He rose his eyes with inverted colors. “Would you like…” He started, taking a seat at that end of the table. “The chance to leave this place?”]]
