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What sort of end do you ask for?

A strange question to begin, but it is important as it is a hard question to answer. How could someone live happily with others, and die surrounded by their friends only to know their mourning shall follow their end, but in the same breath to die alone is equally an unappealing idea.

To pass for ideology or religion?

I suppose to some this is an answer, but pray tell, when that time comes can you truly not foresee yourself wishing to see the morrow and know just what your end accomplished? However, the end and truth that I stumbled upon lend more validity to these than to anything else.

After all morality is determined by your ideology and maybe the religion you where born with right? You go against that and you are "evil", to follow suit you are "good" regardless of if you give money to a beggar or tear a mans throat out with your teeth, heh, though I may be getting ahead of myself. Especially considering my more unique perspective, mayhap it is time to tell the story before you get caught up in the musing of a very old soul.

This story is one you may be unfamiliar with, and one that is little known by the mortal realm, and even less so in the realm of Hades and "heaven." A story whispered to young to keep them in line, or merely to entertain, however this story is as real as I am to you... which considering the medium I have to approach you by I suppose my very existence is questionable...

Ah well onto the story, this shall not begin quite the same as your fantasy tales of "on a dark and story night" this story starts with quite simply, I woke in hell.

Though now I believe I shall abandon my perspective from the story and tell you it as a spectator, after all a lot shall happen that I only learned of after the tales end that would surly be missed otherwise.

So now I shall begin...

His eyes shot open, a small sound escaping from his lips not too dissimilar from that of a dog chasing rabbits in a dream, mostly due to his awakening in a place unfamiliar to him, staring up at what seemed like the typical tiled ceiling of most office buildings, as he tried to remember where he was he heard something shuffle a little nearby.

He tried to rise, only to hear the sound of multiple loud cracks from his spine, and to hear a voice nearby mutter in an exasperated tone.

"You will need a moment, a sixteen wheeler is not something you can just walk off right away, give your form some time to fix itself."

He followed what he was told, a little confused as he had never heard the term "sixteen wheeler" before, he decided not to ask as he felt tired anyway, using his left hand to brush his dark hair from his eyes he sighed and then waited.

After a while he heard the voice command him to stand, and he did so, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, bracing himself for the pain to come, but none came, albeit the cracks from his bones would beg to differ, it was a strange sensation like feeling the bone crack within your hand, but that sensation was all over his body.

He looked to the source of the exasperated voice and did a bit of a double take, he had not yet quite observed his surroundings, and honestly it didn't seem anything special, it was basically a typical office. A small room with a few filing cabinets that hung open, the windows covered by thick blinds keeping out the light, papers littering the floor and a small metal desk that was before him too.

What most piqued his interest, and made a bead of sweat run down his spine was the being behind the desk, it was a short old man about three or four feet in height with long greyed hair and a beard that went down past the desk that looked as though it may be touching the floor, though it was impossible to tell for sure from behind the desk. That was what he first saw before noting the mans more odd attributes, from his shoulders of course came arms, but they where twisted things, looking built out of scrap and wire having hastily been rammed into their place by less than gentle hands.

It was an alien sight to be sure, but more so where the black wings that came more naturally from his shoulders, they where much bigger than the petite man himself, reaching at least six feet in height while, though strangely enough the man also wore basically a suit and tie making it almost seem comical in a way.

However the one who had awoken did not laugh, being more focused on a stack of papers the small "man" was reading though, however most seemed blank.

"Hmm... could this be another filing error..." Muttered the small man, weariness showing on his face. Searching through all the stacks, each page had the same title upon the top, but the rest was blank.

Now as odd as this situation was, it didn't help that the teller of the two was feeling a bit ignored, having waited patiently with his arms crossed, and being surprisingly calm considering the circumstances he began to feel irritated, then after several minutes he finally spoke up. "Hey are you going to tell me just what the hell is going on here?"

To this the small man chuckled a little looking up from the papers at his guest. "Well that's an apt choice of phrase." He put the papers down with a sigh and coughed to clear his throat, as he straightened up. "You, to put it bluntly Mr Lamdiatori, are dead, and more importantly have ended up in this realm your kind so nicely call Hell."

Mr Lamdiatori looked a bit peeved for a moment, as most would being told they where in hell by a little weird man behind a desk, but what he said in a calm but quite imposing tone was. "Do not refer to me by that name, I am not a part of the Lamdiatori family, my name is Firnis"

The Short man cocked an eyebrow looking confused for a moment but shrugged. "Well for some reason Mr Firnis you have only one sin that has brought you to hell, don't know why they sent me a whole stack of empty papers with only one having a sin upon it but that's not my worry."

Firnis sighed beginning to doubt the mans story, after all if this was hell where was the fire and the demons and all that good stuff. This looked more to be just a typical office after all, Firnis now however had taken note of something else, his reflection in a nearby mirror.

Now he was not usually the vain sort of person who tried to look his best, but right now he did look quite a mess, his clothes in tatters and stained with blood a muck from some unknown source. But as bad as his clothes where he looked unharmed, his strangely thin form unscathed from whatever had ruined his clothing, he tried to think of what that could be however the only thing he could remember from the previous night was a bright light.

"Hey you weren't particularly cruel to birds in your life where you?" Piped up the voice of the short man suddenly, giving Firnis a small jump since he was so deep in thought.

Firnis thought the question was strange, but the look on the mans face made it evident it was important so he shrugged and responded. "Well I haven't been cruel, I've hunted them but never really dragged out anything longer than needed."

The short man gave a brisk nod getting down from his chair and heading to a door that was near the window, probably leading to a balcony. "Good good, saves me some hassle then!" He called cheerfully motioning Firnis to follow him out.

Firnis did so, taking a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light outside the dimly lit office, and the view was breathtaking when he finally could see properly. As far as he could see in all directions where building from many places he recompensed or with similar architecture, and there where several unique or just strange ones he didn't recordists, but they where still amazing to look at all spread about as though someone had been collecting houses from all around the planet and just throwing them where they happened to fit.

The balcony they were on was miles above the ground, so high that it was impossible to make out the shapes of people on the streets below, far into the distance, beyond the horizon there did seem to be a wall that just rose straight up, looking directly up was like looking down into a bottomless well, the vertigo it caused Firnis made him grip to the guard rail of the balcony tightly more afraid of falling into the sky than to the ground.

There were shapes far above him flying around but he didn't ask what they where, and upon turning around and looking at the building he was in it too seemed to rise eternally into the center of the sky. Taking a breath and steeling himself he looked straight down from the balcony he saw something even more breathtaking, the bottom of the tower was beyond sight too.

The towers "base" on the ground was connected by several bridges all leading to the tower, and the bridges where over gaps that just went on further down, looking as close as he could with his keen sight he thought he could make out another set of bridges impossible further down.

He heard a sigh from the man next to him. "Well welcome to hell." He paused and handed Firnis a sheet of paper that he absentmindedly shoved into his pocket while he took stock of the area around him, not fearing this hell, it was just sheer amazement. "When you reach the bottom find the inn named All That Remains and ask for Charlotte."

When he said this Firnis nodded, leaning the rail to try and get a better view on things. While he was looking however he felt something shove him from behind, only to turn as he stumbled over the rail to see the short man wave. Time seeming to stop just for a moment as if he where suspended in midair.

He was dumbfounded to say the least, and at a loss for what to think or do, and this was certainly a new sensation, but just as quickly as the moment came, it was gone and he began to fall...

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What sort of end do you ask for?

A strange question to begin, but it is important as it is a hard question to answer. How could someone live happily with others, and die surrounded by their friends only to know their mourning shall follow their end, but in the same breath to die alone is equally an unappealing idea.

To pass for ideology or religion?

I suppose to some this is an answer, but pray tell, when that time comes can you truly not foresee yourself wishing to see the morrow and know just what your end accomplished? However, the end and truth that I stumbled upon lend more validity to these than to anything else.

After all morality is determined by your ideology and maybe the religion you where born with right? You go against that and you are "evil", to follow suit you are "good" regardless of if you give money to a beggar or tear a mans throat out with your teeth, heh, though I may be getting ahead of myself. Especially considering my more unique perspective, mayhap it is time to tell the story before you get caught up in the musing of a very old soul.

This story is one you may be unfamiliar with, and one that is little known by the mortal realm, and even less so in the realm of Hades and "heaven." A story whispered to young to keep them in line, or merely to entertain, however this story is as real as I am to you... which considering the medium I have to approach you by I suppose my very existence is questionable...

Ah well onto the story, this shall not begin quite the same as your fantasy tales of "on a dark and story night" this story starts with quite simply, I woke in hell.

Though now I believe I shall abandon my perspective from the story and tell you it as a spectator, after all a lot shall happen that I only learned of after the tales end that would surly be missed otherwise.

So now I shall begin...

His eyes shot open, a small sound escaping from his lips not too dissimilar from that of a dog chasing rabbits in a dream, mostly due to his awakening in a place unfamiliar to him, staring up at what seemed like the typical tiled ceiling of most office buildings, as he tried to remember where he was he heard something shuffle a little nearby.

He tried to rise, only to hear the sound of multiple loud cracks from his spine, and to hear a voice nearby mutter in an exasperated tone.

"You will need a moment, a sixteen wheeler is not something you can just walk off right away, give your form some time to fix itself."

He followed what he was told, a little confused as he had never heard the term "sixteen wheeler" before, he decided not to ask as he felt tired anyway, using his left hand to brush his dark hair from his eyes he sighed and then waited.

After a while he heard the voice command him to stand, and he did so, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, bracing himself for the pain to come, but none came, albeit the cracks from his bones would beg to differ, it was a strange sensation like feeling the bone crack within your hand, but that sensation was all over his body.

He looked to the source of the exasperated voice and did a bit of a double take, he had not yet quite observed his surroundings, and honestly it didn't seem anything special, it was basically a typical office. A small room with a few filing cabinets that hung open, the windows covered by thick blinds keeping out the light, papers littering the floor and a small metal desk that was before him too.

What most piqued his interest, and made a bead of sweat run down his spine was the being behind the desk, it was a short old man about three or four feet in height with long greyed hair and a beard that went down past the desk that looked as though it may be touching the floor, though it was impossible to tell for sure from behind the desk. That was what he first saw before noting the mans more odd attributes, from his shoulders of course came arms, but they where twisted things, looking built out of scrap and wire having hastily been rammed into their place by less than gentle hands.

It was an alien sight to be sure, but more so where the black wings that came more naturally from his shoulders, they where much bigger than the petite man himself, reaching at least six feet in height while, though strangely enough the man also wore basically a suit and tie making it almost seem comical in a way.

However the one who had awoken did not laugh, being more focused on a stack of papers the small "man" was reading though, however most seemed blank.

"Hmm... could this be another filing error..." Muttered the small man, weariness showing on his face. Searching through all the stacks, each page had the same title upon the top, but the rest was blank.

Now as odd as this situation was, it didn't help that the teller of the two was feeling a bit ignored, having waited patiently with his arms crossed, and being surprisingly calm considering the circumstances he began to feel irritated, then after several minutes he finally spoke up. "Hey are you going to tell me just what the hell is going on here?"

To this the small man chuckled a little looking up from the papers at his guest. "Well that's an apt choice of phrase." He put the papers down with a sigh and coughed to clear his throat, as he straightened up. "You, to put it bluntly Mr Lamdiatori, are dead, and more importantly have ended up in this realm your kind so nicely call Hell."

Mr Lamdiatori looked a bit peeved for a moment, as most would being told they where in hell by a little weird man behind a desk, but what he said in a calm but quite imposing tone was. "Do not refer to me by that name, I am not a part of the Lamdiatori family, my name is Firnis"

The Short man cocked an eyebrow looking confused for a moment but shrugged. "Well for some reason Mr Firnis you have only one sin that has brought you to hell, don't know why they sent me a whole stack of empty papers with only one having a sin upon it but that's not my worry."

Firnis sighed beginning to doubt the mans story, after all if this was hell where was the fire and the demons and all that good stuff. This looked more to be just a typical office after all, Firnis now however had taken note of something else, his reflection in a nearby mirror.

Now he was not usually the vain sort of person who tried to look his best, but right now he did look quite a mess, his clothes in tatters and stained with blood a muck from some unknown source. But as bad as his clothes where he looked unharmed, his strangely thin form unscathed from whatever had ruined his clothing, he tried to think of what that could be however the only thing he could remember from the previous night was a bright light.

"Hey you weren't particularly cruel to birds in your life where you?" Piped up the voice of the short man suddenly, giving Firnis a small jump since he was so deep in thought.

Firnis thought the question was strange, but the look on the mans face made it evident it was important so he shrugged and responded. "Well I haven't been cruel, I've hunted them but never really dragged out anything longer than needed."

The short man gave a brisk nod getting down from his chair and heading to a door that was near the window, probably leading to a balcony. "Good good, saves me some hassle then!" He called cheerfully motioning Firnis to follow him out.

Firnis did so, taking a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light outside the dimly lit office, and the view was breathtaking when he finally could see properly. As far as he could see in all directions where building from many places he recompensed or with similar architecture, and there where several unique or just strange ones he didn't recordists, but they where still amazing to look at all spread about as though someone had been collecting houses from all around the planet and just throwing them where they happened to fit.

The balcony they were on was miles above the ground, so high that it was impossible to make out the shapes of people on the streets below, far into the distance, beyond the horizon there did seem to be a wall that just rose straight up, looking directly up was like looking down into a bottomless well, the vertigo it caused Firnis made him grip to the guard rail of the balcony tightly more afraid of falling into the sky than to the ground.

There were shapes far above him flying around but he didn't ask what they where, and upon turning around and looking at the building he was in it too seemed to rise eternally into the center of the sky. Taking a breath and steeling himself he looked straight down from the balcony he saw something even more breathtaking, the bottom of the tower was beyond sight too.

The towers "base" on the ground was connected by several bridges all leading to the tower, and the bridges where over gaps that just went on further down, looking as close as he could with his keen sight he thought he could make out another set of bridges impossible further down.

He heard a sigh from the man next to him. "Well welcome to hell." He paused and handed Firnis a sheet of paper that he absentmindedly shoved into his pocket while he took stock of the area around him, not fearing this hell, it was just sheer amazement. "When you reach the bottom find the inn named All That Remains and ask for Charlotte."

When he said this Firnis nodded, leaning the rail to try and get a better view on things. While he was looking however he felt something shove him from behind, only to turn as he stumbled over the rail to see the short man wave. Time seeming to stop just for a moment as if he where suspended in midair.

He was dumbfounded to say the least, and at a loss for what to think or do, and this was certainly a new sensation, but just as quickly as the moment came, it was gone and he began to fall...