As he finished impregnating one of his servants, he left her panting there as if she knew how to take care of yourself. It was pretty difficult to survive the king of hell: he was the strongest being in hell: no one could actually decide where he would end up being dead. After all, the natural life of this being could not actually be taken in mediocre framework of the being and classical logica. His Shakti and desires had advanced beyond any conception. For him, the world was a whole chaotic happy and heavenly sad world. His power was beyond compare. No one could actually challenge his rule over other. If they were to, they would be transformed into women and be brutally erased from existence.
The thing is, it was more than a mishap: it went to extent of making them think that he was a tyrant. The need for life and food in hell were the actually exceptional thing in the canvas of all suffering. They really needed use it to its fullness: the whole plan of bring every soul of the dead to their side to suffer. It was not necessary to see the whole tautology of it: it was everywhere. This was the main aspect since he had lost all his reason to live and had become a sentient being of absolute destruction. In that moment, he remembered something that should have been forgotten or being left in the past. At least, it could have saved him some time. In this order of ideas, his life was in danger.
Helix: Well, let us see: the eternal chance of the one who can actually provide us with the entire happiness that we forgot to be a reality in that heart: the heart of memoty. That said, It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. For we all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. So that is why your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things that could actually take us to the top of a new state: melancholy
As he said this, he got closer to consciousness of Basil, he tried to get into it so he could communicate with his family. He was even closer than everyone that ever taken care of him. That said, something was getting in between these two souls: something ancient that the flame of the soul wanted to capture in the windows of what it was true and what it was false. The thing is, the chaos of the soul was getting closer to what it once was in the surroundings of Basil. In what we would see in the vane words of the heroic: Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you that can take you to an adventure: this was the case for Basil.
Basil: I suppose you seek revenge after everything that you have gone through with your enemies. For the lonely one, this would be a gift from heaven. But for me, this is the greatest challenge that I could ever face. HHAAH! Do not think I will die. This race takes more than a coward to show up for the one who faces demons in the dark. Someday, I will dominate this place. The thing is, you will witness it without realizing that I am stronger than you. Basically, the last thing you could do was to change the flow of time for those dear to dream in the spirit: SHOW YOURSELF TO ME NOW!
Helix: HAHAH! THAT IS THE SPIRIT! Anyway, it is not like you expected me to come here with my real body. Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you.
That was my case, I gave everything to your mother. Of course, I did love her with all my own. There was not more beautiful in all existence and nonexistence than and yet I could not court her. After all, They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Even so, that did not actually touch the depths of intimacy: I was not allowed to with her. You know Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. That is why I need to teach your absolute destruction.