There's no time in hell, but if there was, I'd say it's now the next morning. Hubris and I had taken shelter just outside the cave, right under a huge rock nearby. I woke up much earlier than Hubris. Gathering my thoughts, I grabbed my little book and a pen. I sit down by the still very brightly burning campfire and write:
„Awoke to live another day,
Yet I find myself here, right up in hell,
So would I truly want to live another day?
I have no choice, since here I now stand,
ready to fight demons,
With a sword in my hand."
I close my book and return to reality. Hubris is also awake now. "Where do we go now? What is our next step?" I ask, obviously having no idea what to do next. Like always. Hubris thinks for asecond and then speaks: "I know a place... A place where all the other deadly sins and even the devil reside. It is also where I was once... We call it 'The Tower of Eight'". The answer is so simple? I didn't want to believe it, but I guess it is what it is. I mean, who am I to complain? It's good that it's so simple. "Well, but... how do we get there?" Hubris doesn't hesitate to answer, obviously knowing a lot about this tower, having apparently lived there. "It's right here." Hubris points to the sky. And he's right. I manage to catch a glimpse of a really tall tower high up in the air. "Damn, that's high. But how do we get there?" "It's not that difficult. It's very close", Hubris replies. He goes ahead, and takes the lead. I can only follow him. We walk for hours. And all the time I can't help but think back to when I was alive. Fuck, I hated it. My grades were the worst, I was the biggest fucking clown wherever I went. Nobody loved me or even liked me. I never had any friends. Except the wrong ones, of course. Okay, I have to admit, that I've come to known great people before I died. But the rest... They betrayed me at the first opportunity. Apart from those snakes, and my very few,but probably true friends, I had very little social contact. I spent my days playing video games or jerking off. Still, I had so many dreams that I tried to pursue...every single thing failed...every dream I had was violently crushed in one way or another. I really tried everything in my power to mean something to someone, even if it was just one person... But I failed even that. I failed Everything. Even her... I wish... I wish I could've actually talked to her back then... Maybe then I could've told her how I felt.Maybe things would have worked out then. And Nothing about my situation ever changed. Until...I started writing poetry, and stories in general. I was suddenly able to express myself with the fewest possible words...I had finally found my way of talking to people. Well, I was still never a social person,even after that. But when I think back, I really think that writing saved my life in the end. That's all there is to me, I think. Coming back to reality, I realised that we had just reached a huge mountain. At the top was our destination - the Tower of the Eight. We'd been walking for hours, so I was worried if we really had to climb the whole mountain with the limited strength I had left. "Wait, do we really have to climb that whole thing now?" I exclaim after turning to Hubris. He seems unfazed. No panting, no sweating. Well, I guess that's the advantage of being a demon. One of the seven deadly sins at that. "Yes." Hubris says calmly. I don't think he understands how weak a human can get from all the walking we've had to do. But I don't complain anymore. I also want to reach the tower as soon as possible, whether I'm feeling tired and weak or not. Now, the climb begins. I can't even guess on how long it's gonna take us to actually reach the top and enter the Tower of The eight. For now, the climb is easy. And that's how it stays for the first few minutes. Until after some time, the air starts to become thinner and thinner. This doesn't seem to be a problem for hubris, but for me, it is nerve-wrecking. I clench my teeth together and breathe as hard and as much as I can. I feel my body getting weaker and weaker. Yet, I won't give up. Not yet!
After at least another couple of hours of climbing, we stop for a break on a small rock hanging out of the actual mountain. It's barely big enough for me and Hubris, but it worked. I am panting and sweating like I just ran thirty marathons. Hubris, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be fazed at all. I place down my bag, and rummage through it. And as I luckily find lots of water, I start drinking as much as I can. Hubris, on the other hand, just sits there in silence. I guess that's all he can do. After about an hour we start climbing again and it doesn't look like there's much left. Finally... It took us just under 24 hours to get to the top. I don't know how much we actually climbed, but...I never wanna do this again. When we reached the top, Hubris was back in the lead. It doesn't take long before we reach a massive solid gold door. It has three massive letters on it that spell out 'Ira'. This door is at least 200 times bigger than me and Hubris combined! "And we're supposed to be able to just push it open?" I ask, not sure how we're supposed to continue. I mean, we can't just push solid gold like it's nothing."Yes. It's not as heavy as it looks." Hubris replies coldly. I take another look at the door and think to myself: "I've finally done it...Behind this door...Many more adventures await me!"