Of Sheol(duplicate)
Sheol, a lovely place situated in the middle of a lively forrest. Vibrant orange bushes decorate it's houses as a dark tower looms above.
The people here... are the same as those outside. To themselves, at the very least; their xenophobia and sadism is unmatched. Harsh and cruel words decorate their conversation, but only to spurn each others growth. But they are still a community that comes together, a rose bush guarded by severe thorns.
From the view of a guest and observer, they do not deserve extermination, as is oft proclaimed outside of their borders. Not mindless beast, continuously clawing to more power at the cost of everything else, nor machines of murder seeking to destroy anything that isn't themselves. Though admittedly, they come a little close.
Tthey're every bit as civilized as the most civilized city there is.
But alas, I'm neither. I am a prisoner, subject to the same lack of care as other outsiders, and now... an experiment. My morbid curiosity and survival instincts are quite at odds funnily enough.
May the wind take me where it will, and that I live to see it.
-2074 AC
*The original note lost to my captor at the time, [*scratched out*]. Written should I been irrevocably changed, in one way or another. I was captured and held for an experiment.
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After a secondary 'session' of visits, I was finally granted an audience with U[omit]... in which I apparently angered her and I was thus ousted from Sheol. Nonetheless, my opinion remains...
The beautiful and domineering U[omit] who quite frankly scares the Hel out of me. The ravageous and sharp E[omit], looking at me like grilled rare steak. Azrail's small luminescence that go against the color scheme of everyone here, except A[omit]. Always acting like a fool but seems to hide intelect far beyond my understanding... perhaps. Sa[omit], who I holds great interest in, especially so after meeting Fa[omit]. Nevermore/Olivia, whose feat of survival interests me greatly so. Na[omit] who has changed so much yet remained still herself. The worn yet victorious warriors who had come back in revelry.
The setting. The crisp blue fountain that is so out of place yet so fittingly there. The bright orange bushes that stand so arrogantly out from the foliage. The bewitching woods of a myriad shades of purples. The towering fort, whose very presence seem to be sucking his spirit out of myself.
A community in eternal revelry, entangling about itself like none other. A sadistic and masochistic lust with itself, an outsider may say. But I dare object, there is something endearing in them in some far off way...
It's a little envious truth be told. I've never had such a thing... but from what I've seen, it looks... nice.
------- 2078 AC
Sheol, a lovely place situated in the middle of a lively forrest. Vibrant orange bushes decorate it's houses as a dark tower looms above.
The people here... are the same as those outside. To themselves, at the very least; their xenophobia and sadism is unmatched. Harsh and cruel words decorate their conversation, but only to spurn each others growth. But they are still a community that comes together, a rose bush guarded by severe thorns.
From the view of a guest and observer, they do not deserve extermination, as is oft proclaimed outside of their borders. Not mindless beast, continuously clawing to more power at the cost of everything else, nor machines of murder seeking to destroy anything that isn't themselves. Though admittedly, they come a little close.
Tthey're every bit as civilized as the most civilized city there is.
But alas, I'm neither. I am a prisoner, subject to the same lack of care as other outsiders, and now... an experiment. My morbid curiosity and survival instincts are quite at odds funnily enough.
May the wind take me where it will, and that I live to see it.
-2074 AC
*The original note lost to my captor at the time, [*scratched out*]. Written should I been irrevocably changed, in one way or another. I was captured and held for an experiment.
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After a secondary 'session' of visits, I was finally granted an audience with U[omit]... in which I apparently angered her and I was thus ousted from Sheol. Nonetheless, my opinion remains...
The beautiful and domineering U[omit] who quite frankly scares the Hel out of me. The ravageous and sharp E[omit], looking at me like grilled rare steak. Azrail's small luminescence that go against the color scheme of everyone here, except A[omit]. Always acting like a fool but seems to hide intelect far beyond my understanding... perhaps. Sa[omit], who I holds great interest in, especially so after meeting Fa[omit]. Nevermore/Olivia, whose feat of survival interests me greatly so. Na[omit] who has changed so much yet remained still herself. The worn yet victorious warriors who had come back in revelry.
The setting. The crisp blue fountain that is so out of place yet so fittingly there. The bright orange bushes that stand so arrogantly out from the foliage. The bewitching woods of a myriad shades of purples. The towering fort, whose very presence seem to be sucking his spirit out of myself.
A community in eternal revelry, entangling about itself like none other. A sadistic and masochistic lust with itself, an outsider may say. But I dare object, there is something endearing in them in some far off way...
It's a little envious truth be told. I've never had such a thing... but from what I've seen, it looks... nice.
------- 2078 AC