| Reflections |
[17 Jul 2009|10:15am] |
Time moves differently in hell.
A few weeks in the earthly realm becomes over 20 years below (or sideways, or second star to the right, take your pick).
And they sure had a funny way of welcoming demons.
Torture. Pure, unadulterated, pull-your-fangs-out-with-pliers, kind of pain. You'd think, given all I'd done in my two hundred plus years, the bodies I've sent their way, there would've been a parade at the very least.
But that's not how it goes. Equality for all. Unless you're pure-bred (and vampires sure as hell aren't, not even the demon part that forces out the soul and take over) you don't get air miles. Or water. Or a reprieve from the rack.
When the white light broke through (and you should've seen the nasties scatter, you'd have thought St. Peter was blowing his horn -- maybe he was, they'd poured lava into my ears by that point) all I could think was... okay I couldn't think. But it felt nice. Like a warm bath on a cold winter's night. Which was a really odd thought because since being vamped, I never really felt cold. Or hot. Or... anything, really.
It was a memory. A wonderful blanket of emotion surrounding me. And the voices. Such a song, penetrating my scorched ears. A melody in my head.
Thanking me.
( An offer I couldn't refuse )
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