Hi Brothers and Sisters! I wrote something yesterday; it isn't really
even a proper story, just a little snippet thingie. Lol. But I get so
sick of xian idiots spreading filth about how evil and scary Hell is,
so I wanted to write something to counteract that. I have never
actually seen Hell, so this is just a fanciful rendering of what I
think the Imperial palace gardens might look like. Hope you enjoy!
Hail Father Satan forever! Hail Lord Andras!
I stand in a courtyard of stone, great white pillars all around.
Flowers twine over the pillars and the statues, bathing all in their
sweet fragrance.
Always is the sound of water falling, cascading; fountains dot the
garden, sending jets of iridescent spray up into the clear air. Their
music is constant, and it soothes my weary soul.
All around me is peace and serenity, punctuated only by the waterflow,
and by the twittering of many jewel-bright birds which perch in the
branches of the many trees.
I sit down upon a bench, and drink in the quiet and solitude. All is
serene bliss.
Of a sudden, the great doors to the Imperial Palace open, and a
clarion call issues forth! he approaches,the Lord of All! I leap up
from my seat, at once breathless and trembling with suppressed
excitement. My Father draws nigh!
A soft swish of silken robes, and he is there, kneeling beside me. I
gaze up at him enraptured. He is tall, nearly half again as tall as a
mortal human man. He wears the robes of his kingly office, all of
silks, velvets and satins. His hair is the pale gold of a sunrise, and
his eyes are the quiet, serene blue of deep, forgotten oceans. Upon
his head, he wears the ancient diadem of the serpent, depicting his
royal lineage. In his hand, is the lapis lazuli rod of ruling, the
great sceptre of his eternal office. Unable to help myself, I drop to
my knees and bow low before him.
He smiles then, and it is as if the sun itself has risen. "No, my
daughter," he murmurs, and raises me up by the hand. "Bend not your
knee before me, like some common slave! You are my daughter, of the
serpent blood, and you are an empress in your own right! So stand
proud, beside me!" And so I stand, arm in arm with Satan, my Father
and my Lord, and we turn, and go forth into his great palace. It is
there that I shall dwell for al of eternity, and beyond. I shall rest
in the house of my Father.
even a proper story, just a little snippet thingie. Lol. But I get so
sick of xian idiots spreading filth about how evil and scary Hell is,
so I wanted to write something to counteract that. I have never
actually seen Hell, so this is just a fanciful rendering of what I
think the Imperial palace gardens might look like. Hope you enjoy!
Hail Father Satan forever! Hail Lord Andras!
I stand in a courtyard of stone, great white pillars all around.
Flowers twine over the pillars and the statues, bathing all in their
sweet fragrance.
Always is the sound of water falling, cascading; fountains dot the
garden, sending jets of iridescent spray up into the clear air. Their
music is constant, and it soothes my weary soul.
All around me is peace and serenity, punctuated only by the waterflow,
and by the twittering of many jewel-bright birds which perch in the
branches of the many trees.
I sit down upon a bench, and drink in the quiet and solitude. All is
serene bliss.
Of a sudden, the great doors to the Imperial Palace open, and a
clarion call issues forth! he approaches,the Lord of All! I leap up
from my seat, at once breathless and trembling with suppressed
excitement. My Father draws nigh!
A soft swish of silken robes, and he is there, kneeling beside me. I
gaze up at him enraptured. He is tall, nearly half again as tall as a
mortal human man. He wears the robes of his kingly office, all of
silks, velvets and satins. His hair is the pale gold of a sunrise, and
his eyes are the quiet, serene blue of deep, forgotten oceans. Upon
his head, he wears the ancient diadem of the serpent, depicting his
royal lineage. In his hand, is the lapis lazuli rod of ruling, the
great sceptre of his eternal office. Unable to help myself, I drop to
my knees and bow low before him.
He smiles then, and it is as if the sun itself has risen. "No, my
daughter," he murmurs, and raises me up by the hand. "Bend not your
knee before me, like some common slave! You are my daughter, of the
serpent blood, and you are an empress in your own right! So stand
proud, beside me!" And so I stand, arm in arm with Satan, my Father
and my Lord, and we turn, and go forth into his great palace. It is
there that I shall dwell for al of eternity, and beyond. I shall rest
in the house of my Father.