Joshua Jane [Berith] (the_midas_touch) wrote in forgotten_past, @ 2009-11-09 21:14:00 |
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Current mood: | sluggish |
Current music: | AC/DC - Highway to hell |
Entry tags: | aim, berith |
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme - Ain't nothing I would rather do.
Who: Aim (torchit) and Berith (the_midas_touch)
What: Chillaxin' down in Hell's backyard, yo
Where: IN THE FLAMIN', FIERY PITS O' HELL Hell's barren wastelands.
When: Ages ago.
Warnings: Be careful - watch your step; don't step on the lava.
There wasn't much of anything to do in hell.
It was always hot, even during the non-existent night. No point having legions and legions of demons to command when there was nothing... worth commanding them for.
Just like there were many types of people, there too were many types of demons. Satan and his crew certainly enjoyed tormenting some of the demons as well as the new once-living mortals, arriving daily by the shipload - and the occasional Sin who decided to leisurely meander down from their comfortable lives up top to do... whatever it was they wanted to do down here.
There was seriously nothing to do.
And then there were the demons on the other extreme. Demons like Berith and Belphegor who wanted nothing more than to just take out their foldable beach chairs, sit here, smoke some leafy things that some of their demonic lackeys seemed to have an endless supply of, and just look over the vast panorama of... absolute nothingness... for decades on end.
Right now Belphegor was nowhere to be found. Fortunately, Berith managed to bump into Aim - who was somewhere inbetween the two extremes, though probably more enthusiastic and active than lazy and passive - and he was willing to take Belphegor's place and enjoy... the absolute nothingness.
"Hey Aim. Got a smoke?"