|
|
|
I find myself within the chapel walls, with stain-glass windows and art depicting different sins and punishments for them and virtues with praises and rewards for such. Funny, I didn't think you performed and held true to the virtues to gain rewards. Maybe these guys think differently. While I was lost in thought about the art around me, a beautiful voice was echoing through the chapel walls, singing a song in a supernal language. Unfortunely, I didn't know much of the language, but I wish I did. The sound was enchanting. I almost felt as if I was hearing my wife Mina singing, instead of who it actually was. When I found the source while walking through the chapel, it turned out to be an angelic troubadour. No suprise, since it was their language. I waited until she stopped singing before speaking to her.
Jared: "...that's quite a voice you have."
???????: "Hmm. That's what everyone says."
Jared: "They aren't lying."
???????: "And you?"
Jared: "Of course not."
???????: "Ah!...you..."
Jared: "?" The heavenly winged woman walked close to me and held my hand with both of hers. She closed her eyes and looked like she was muling over something.
???????: "...you...are him aren't you? The...Soulless One..."
Jared: "...within me lies his power and soul, but I personally am not him. I am Jared, son of Korr and the shield of the daughter of the Goddess of Sin."
Casella: "I see...I am Casella, herald of the heavens and guide of lost souls...I suppose you were the one the elder spoke of?"
Jared: "I would think so."
Casella: "Very well. Walk over here."
Her finger pointed toward a magic circle, which like the walls and windows around us, was also a work of art. Within was nine rings, each one showing a different level out of the nine levels of Gehanna, or as most people know it, Hell. In the center of the rings all that was shown was a point of light, like light at the end of the tunnel that most people talk about when they die. I tend to wonder if that's REALLY what people see when they die. When I stood in the center of the circle she had put her hands together and began chanting. Below me, I saw the art of the nine levels of Gehanna start to fade away, while the center piece, the point of light, grow bigger and eventually turn into actual light. My cleansing was soon to begin. The cleansing of Zarak's sins from my body, and perhaps my own sins as well. Purgatory was at hand, but once I was cleansed, it wouldn't be heaven that would await me...
 J-PiPe · Mon Nov 03, 2008 @ 04:37pm · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
