Sael Abezeth
He has lived a long life, enough for a king, enough for a ruler, but not enough for a being like him. Even so, even after all that time, all those years, the same image day after day, he feels that he will not be able to observe it in different way from what he feels, disgust, repulsion, misfortune, just thinking, interacting with such inferior beings, and of that category. He Looked again at the long line in front of him, every day more came.
Souls.
Dirty and dark souls, unpleasant to a point where they were disgusted only by the smell of these, they emitted a unique aroma. It was a somewhat creepy combination, between mercapatano, egg and sulfur. The aroma of each soul variedad according to the density of their sins, but it was just as horrible in each of them. Like his emotions, which ranged from desire, happiness, fear, frustration, and sometimes a sexual desire of some.
He flipped through the book of life of the soul that Wass in front of him. It was a quick reading process, which I had implement many years ago; it was faster. And much more comfortable, than entering their minds. It took almost twenty years of his life, to create the book, spells and link them with the births of the new and old humans. Understating that five years of those twenty went in the processing of permits of the worlds linked to their underworld, the permits of the heavens, the underworld.
A back leather book with the excerpts of each person's live, where every sin, from the smallest to the largest, was enlarged, even the good deeds, do not always allow you to escape the grotesque acts and sins you did in life. The book filtered them, from the reason, the facts, and the whole process, to finally end the consequence or act that, that person received. It was a book that helped a lot, but it was also a book where I killed you with every word.
This book was read aloud, projecting all your sins in front of all the souls who waited in line. Shames is a punishment for some, death for others, and indifference for some. But it did not take away from the less, seeing how every sin had, had... showing him how he acted, finishing breaking him mentally, so that he accepted that what he did there was no justification in any law.
Although the book had an even more unique detail, which only he, as the ruler, knew, of course the principles also knew, but it was a royal secret. Only those who could condemn should know about this. And that was the category of colors: the worst sins were black, the reds for murders, the blue ones for good deeds, and then the pink, which were usually for crimes of passion or defense for unconditional love.
The rarest as the only color, the golden color, the only color in the underworld that was formally notified to everyone, because it was a priest, monks, clergy, whoever was that there was service to God, would appear with those colors. Only people recognized by the angelic clergy hidden in the world of humans.
He murmured the floor where this soul was to be sent. Without saying more, he took the next book of life. He knew he was being indifferent without paying much attention, but the truth is, he didn't feel very good. Something in his chest said something was going to happen. I didn't know if it was bad, it was an atrocity, or a calamity, I just felt something in my chest, which said it was going to happen.
I looked up and noticed the soul that was in front of me, in the huge circle that was formed in front of the castle. Our father was always ostentatious: the floors, almost covered with exotic stones, the same circles carved and wrapped with white gold, and demonic diamond, spent a lot of money on unnecessary things after their rise to power. His grandfather simply left him, because it was no longer time for his government. Even so, we all knew that, if he made a single fatal mistake, that he could destroy everything, his grandfather would stop him.
Sigh
Noticing the accelerated emotions of the soul, they presented themselves anxious, almost to the point of being frantic. Even with a protective barrier, the accumulation of emotions was too much. A part that enjoyed his frantic states, those exalted emotions, the reason for my pleasure was simple, so his punishment would be worse, but the aroma should increase.
A sin must feel the same terror that his victims suffered; Calmly reading his life story, presenting it, analyzing every aspect of it, down to the smallest detail to torture his mind. And clearly, to designate a just punishment, I was not going to give him more or less, the punishment had to be fair, just with a little mental torture for his own pleasure.
His sins ranged from general scams, theft, chain scams, an accidental murder for a badly performed assault, a murder for a flight from a joint robbery, an accident that caused the death of two people, one of them a pregnant woman. I looked at more minor scams, several robberies in residences, and a simple murder, that this was the one that led to his death. The victim had defended himself, that person survived, but the man in front of him didn't.
The lightest of this week. He yawned with regret, he was getting bored, he was really fed up with all this. He needed something more, something more alive, something that would revive his life, but it was not going to happen, his life was clinging to the underworld. He couldn't go and go out to bother even humans, his routine was eighty percent papers, ten percent work, and the other ten percent is to fix the chaos of his brothers.
- Send him to floor number four; his punishment will be seventy continuous years, he will have no rest, and he will constantly be energized, for a repetitive agony. I don't want you to eliminate your emotions; on the contrary, enhance them, increase them to the point of madness. If he regrets it from the heart, from the depths, raise him to the floor, until the end of his sentence. - He calmly indicated to Lenx, his secretary of almost all his life, who moved in a quick and effective way. The process began as the protocols of the transfer, of course the soul put up resistance and began to beg.
He smiled amused when he saw how the man who was resisting, was focused on him, when his eyes and his smile looked at him. Yes, he knew it was attractive, it was always a joy, to see how a man analyzed him, he was captivated and went completely delighted to the lower floors.
He didn't blame them; he was nothing less than the ruler of hell. But he did not have the cliché of humans, as he said in his writings, with goat legs, nor the famous horns, let any his face: he has perfect skin and very good for the heat where they lived. He had neither dark claws nor terrifying eyes. Even if he took his demonic form, he would look "adorable" according to his brothers
But, above all, why would he be a horrible being? After all, he is a descendant of one of the most beautiful angels created in heaven. No? Although he did not deny that the first fallen angel was even more attractive than him. His grandfather was too handsome for the health of others.
He looked at the line with regret, he didn't want to continue in this, everything was so boring in his life, being in the underworld, having the great standards of the world on him, just because of his grandfather and father. Not only does heaven expect it to have a great sense of justice and respect the treatments of thousands of years, but the other worlds waiting for everything, from paperwork, exchanges between souls, renewed treaties, if there is a dispute that intervenes.
All because he did a good job after the second great war. They were just labor exploiters, against a small being who tried to recover his home. But it has brothers, princes, raised and educated in the same way.
No, it wasn't the best idea, remembering the disaster on the jellyfish planet. He preferred to go bald than to send one of those idiots back to a peace treaty, which ended in a war. It took him a lot of time and work to intercept between the worlds, so that another conflict would not start. I never sent one of them to that again, I just needed them to do more work here, and he would take care of the rest.
Should I take a vacation?
Isn't the amount of work you have exploitation?
If he is in charge, will he be able to give himself his own vacation?
Being in the underworld was not just fun, there were big problems, conflicts as much as rebellious demons, and the nobles who tear pieces between them. Train elite soldiers, guards, gangs, assistants, update spells, modify laws, revise laws in general, expand the kingdom a little more, tame some wild beasts, protect the people from the same abuse of the nobles. Reviewing souls, attending trials of both their home and other worlds, seeing more than one divorce, it was all chaos.
When he ascended to the government a long time ago, this was chaos, his father had wasted money, the town that had been created was a chaos of killing and continuous damage between them, the rebel demons had completely invaded the human world, he still did not understand why his father sent them to navigate other worlds.
Although he has always believed that the death of his grandfather and father along with the calamities was part of a blessing, even so, he felt bad. The calamities and disaster of the Second World War were something that happened from one moment to the next, it feels that there was something very hidden.
The doors of the underworld do not open easily, and he believes that his father or grandfather had to see something. Although from his grandfather that would be impossible. And if it was his father, he could never ask, why he died in this same war, along with his grandfather. Sacrificing both to protect the world and the people. Although thousands of lives were lost, and those of their families, they had to accept this fact.
The fact that it was a war that was going to happen. This war was not a conflict between angels, but a conflagration that involved the underworld, the heavens, various worlds and the calamities themselves. It was a war of great losses for all sides; even the calamities suffered casualties, although not as devastating as ours.
As a consequence, the world was restarting, partially erasing the memory of the most innocent, those who survived the war, to give them peace and the opportunity to prosper, grow and advance. Even the angels, although initially resisted humans going through it, finally accepted that it was the best solution.
Erasing minds was starting again for humans, but for angels it was starting from scratch, the same for them. But it was the best, because humans fragmented easily, and could be even more dangerous than calamities. Humanity is something that doesn't have a fixed route, you don't know how they will react or act.
Only the great rulers knew this information, to be prepared for an upcoming war, even so, they, after their retirement from office with the team, were erased, and so the cycle continued. Anyone who raised the power would have the knowledge, and if he did not support it, he would be obliged to bear it.
Calamities...
A growl from his chest sprouted before he couldn't even stop it. Hatred, almost like a natural and pure instinct (in a certain category) of demons towards calamities, is a natural state that was generated in the great wars. But he went deeper into the innermost part of them, seeing the death of companions, couples, family, absolutely all the deaths, their kingdom in ruins, and the fall of its great ruler.
Their demonic side told them that they were enemies, they were dangerous, they could break the balance of everything, of their world, of their life, of those of their family, friends, couples, absolutely everything they recovered, absolutely everything new they created, how beautiful they had created in a place like hell. Their race had suffered a lot, and they wanted absolutely nothing from them.
Even with the heavens against them, they preferred to be the ones who guarded the world from calamities, the depths of the abyss, only they would control it. They weren't going to let others hurt him.
Calamities were something more evil than the sins themselves, they had no compassion for anyone; no being was saved from their attacks, and they broke the balance of the world. But these calamities were on the seventh floor, where they were sealed. They were beings alien to hell, heaven or the human world.
But one thing was certain: hell would not repeat that tragedy with its people.
These entities wandered in the current of destiny, called the abyss, which was an external part of the world, outside the original world. Anywhere in the universes, they were always isolated. Although not many really knew about this, or how they were created, but it was rumored that they were the first gods that the great created could not dominate. No one knows who he is, or how it happened, it is only known that the creator or the supreme ruler was the one who possibly created them. Even in the first war no one knew how they really appeared in the world, how they were created, how they appeared in each alternate world or annexed line of destiny, they always chased the originals of God.
Millenia, maybe more. Much more than the years that were created or how we existed followed us. Worse was clear, his goal was to devour everything and eliminate everything. The variants of destiny were roots thrown into the universe to divide the races and be able to protect them. For millennia, they were created, waste, and remade, only because the Viennese being of the survivors of these monsters. Separate worlds, each in its different timelines; Even the underworld was not on earth; it was not a question of going down layers of the ground and finding them. That would be absurd; if it were so, human miners would have already found us.
The world was a long cluster of thousands of universes, some dead in their entirety, others destroyed, devoured, but something was certain, none was left behind. Well, at least not by will. Always together, any race or being, always together.
Hell was different from what humans believed, but it was in the same cluster of worlds, although it was a little different. When a soul died, that soul was guided, it already depended on a heavenly guardian, or a real demon. If it was a demon, the door opened on the earth and this soul was guided, or dragged by force, it depended on the disposition of the soul.
But returning to the calamities. Faced with this two great wars, an agreement was reached to create doors, seven doors in the universes to maintain a constant vigil and care, and not be taken by surprises, these doors were located at the tips of the clusters of the world, to be able to protect the small worlds that were in the center. Although I wouldn't lie that in the last hundred years they have occupied those doors to judge beings that should not reincarnate, or be born again. Being food for calamities.
We know that souls are necessary, like all life. Both in heaven and in hell, and different worlds, all were necessary, worse some simply should not exist. Of course, not all souls come to this place, each world has its hell and heaven, but when they are wandering souls in that way, they are judged impeccably by all the gods, or rulers.
And, even so, with all the souls arrived, and distributed, all the unfortunate ones came here, to fuck their peace. But even so there was nothing new, everything was boring, monotonous, five wandering souls could fall and it was still fucking boring.
He wants something different, something new, something that vibrates inside him.
Should I go and torment children?
It was fun in his youth days, to scare teenagers in remote places.
He sighed.
I was bored. I drum my fingers on his chair, a chair as boring as his father's ego, a chair that was created years ago in his home. His father created it in his days of "glory" according to himself. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the growing line. The line was huge, it spread more and more.
I snort tired of everything he implements in his life.
Bored, monotonous, tired, they were emotions that did not interest him or liked in his life. Because it meant that he was at a point where there was no return, and his mind would easily break. Of course, his sin was pride, but he also has more emotions than that, although who could blame him, he was perfect, he had more emotions than any other being. Although I was with those emotions, I didn't really mean that I had nothing to do.
His life. As I had said, it was eighty percent, work and paperwork. While the remaining twenty percent of his damn life, he delegated to chaos and more work because of his brothers. His routine was so common that they could easily try to kill him, since you didn't even change the routes. It's not like I arrived at your office, signed, rang, read, signed, rang and repeated. If not, I was also all over the city fixing and checking routes, I was constantly going there and here. But, even so, I needed something else. He liked to explore, even go to oppress wild demons, but he couldn't leave the throne alone.
And if I did, this was filled without a stop.
I snort again.
He didn't care about anything, he really needed some air because he was starting to get irritated. He looked at Lenx, she kept pointing and talking about who knows what, he was exhausted to follow Lenx's talkative shit. The sins were no more than sins, although there were "those" that he loved to torture in person, they almost never arrived, and in part he was grateful for that. Unfortunate, dirty without mercy to the innocent. I growl, annoyed when I remember guys like that.
"It's enough, I'll take a break."
Lenx jumped quickly and began to dictate more orders. He needed something new or he would end up going crazy. He got up from the huge center, and watched the line once again with disgust, he didn't want to continue with this. And above all that strange feeling in his chest did not leave him alone.
"I'll go to the lower floors, don't turn this into chaos." He spoke to the guards, who nodded quickly. His state was not the best, and he could tell how the citizens dodged him and the guards were more attentive.
I was just tired, it's nothing special. Just a little tired and bored, I knew that sometimes it got erratic and badly spoken, but it was simply already exhausted. He didn't know what else to do, his life for years was the same.
I raised an eyebrow when I saw Lenx go behind me giving directions. That woman didn't take a day off, even if we were on a universal break. Our little Lenx lived for the money.
Now thinking about it.
That woman was strange, even today she didn't curse me for the rest, or she didn't refute why I had to do papers again. It was nice, but it's like being in a tiger's mouth without knowing that the tiger will close it or not. I watched her, and she looked suspiciously calm.
We passed the portal and I couldn't help but feel that she was trying to do something.
Didn't he forget something? Right?
Was it your cat's birthday?
No, that couldn't be. That divine beast is supposed to be on her birthday in two more months.
Birthday close to the twins' birthday, did the quarterly bonus arrive?
But does he finish that one or the treasurer?
Oh, how confusing!
Fuck, just wait not to die in his hands, if I forget the birthday of that furry four-legged, not everyone in the kingdom will be saved from Lenx's anger.
Sigh, he would simply follow his path. When he passed the barrier on the first floor, you could hear the screams and pleas. The place was beautiful, full of regrets, complaints, tears, and tragedies. Of course, the odd scream between despair, supplication and hatred. But it was what they deserved, for their crimes.
The road was tedious through those places, many clung to them to get out of there, but they were brutally pushed by the sentries that accompanied him and the floor guards. The torture of this floor was psychological, in a slow and planned way, a perfect mental torture. Show all the good things about the people they hated or loved in their lives, that they could never have them or that they had them, but they always loved someone else all their life.
But above all it was the multiple fictitious alternatives they made for the mental torture of their victims, which they did to give him hope, and then destroy it in the most brutal way, de-fragmenting his mind to madness.
I continue to navigate the floors, fully observing the place, its people, its guards, the new souls. The amount of insults, rudeness, screams was a part that bothered him.
"Sir!" Lilia exclaimed.
Ha! Finally, some fun. This was going to be fun.
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