The First Duel
You, Sir, are Hell bound
"Welcome mortal!" a sinister voice cackled. Dr. Lecter opened his eyes and looked around. He was surrounded by fire, facing a dwarfish red man, with black horns, hoofed feet, and a long tail.
"So, Satan we meet again," Dr. Lecter said with a small smile creeping across his face.
"I know you're afraid," Satan sneered, walking towards him, "I can feel it."
"Then you really need to fine tune your senses because I assure you I am not afraid of you," Dr. Lecter said calmly. Satan glared at him.
"Then I guess you are ready for the challenge, which you will not survive?"
"Ready when you are."
"I'll give you one chance to think of the thing that I want the most," Satan said.
"That's all?" Dr. Lecter asked, "I thought this was supposed to challenge me. You want to defeat me."
Satan's smile vanished.
"Beginner's luck, but now for the strength test. I'll be fair and give you a spear, but you'll have to find the real me first!"
Suddenly, he split into hundreds of Satan's, all cackling.
"Stab, poke, and thrust all you can, no harm will be done to us but only to the true one!"
They formed into a circle around Dr. Lecter and began moving around him.
"It must have been a real disappointment for you when God banished you down here," Dr. Lecter said while calmly observing the hundreds of red faces around him. "That had to have stung. You, the strong one, the smart one, shamed to live an eternity in the pits of hell. Everywhere around you, mediocrity. You have to deal with the bad of the Earth, the worst and vilest of the scum. Knowing that had things been different you could have been living in bliss. Now you have no chance. Your job is to do petty torments that God himself is too good to do himself. You still have to serve him, though you say that you do it because you love doing it. Everyone knows that you hate it. You hate serving him. The one who defeated you, and will always defeat you. Now you think that you're smart, spinning around me with your fakes. You can't even think of creative ways to torture. You're nothing."
Suddenly the many Satan's disappeared with a pop and a red figure dashed toward him. Dr. Lecter was ready though. The spear went through.
"Touché." Satan said, before disappearing. The voice began talking again.
"Congratulations! You have passed Level One. But you know that it was very easy, so don't think you're going to cakewalk this. This was movie Satan, mind you, not the real one. So don't be getting a big head, thinking that you beat the prince of darkness. Next level, you will deal with more challenges. Onto level two!"
You, Sir, are Hell bound
"Welcome mortal!" a sinister voice cackled. Dr. Lecter opened his eyes and looked around. He was surrounded by fire, facing a dwarfish red man, with black horns, hoofed feet, and a long tail.
"So, Satan we meet again," Dr. Lecter said with a small smile creeping across his face.
"I know you're afraid," Satan sneered, walking towards him, "I can feel it."
"Then you really need to fine tune your senses because I assure you I am not afraid of you," Dr. Lecter said calmly. Satan glared at him.
"Then I guess you are ready for the challenge, which you will not survive?"
"Ready when you are."
"I'll give you one chance to think of the thing that I want the most," Satan said.
"That's all?" Dr. Lecter asked, "I thought this was supposed to challenge me. You want to defeat me."
Satan's smile vanished.
"Beginner's luck, but now for the strength test. I'll be fair and give you a spear, but you'll have to find the real me first!"
Suddenly, he split into hundreds of Satan's, all cackling.
"Stab, poke, and thrust all you can, no harm will be done to us but only to the true one!"
They formed into a circle around Dr. Lecter and began moving around him.
"It must have been a real disappointment for you when God banished you down here," Dr. Lecter said while calmly observing the hundreds of red faces around him. "That had to have stung. You, the strong one, the smart one, shamed to live an eternity in the pits of hell. Everywhere around you, mediocrity. You have to deal with the bad of the Earth, the worst and vilest of the scum. Knowing that had things been different you could have been living in bliss. Now you have no chance. Your job is to do petty torments that God himself is too good to do himself. You still have to serve him, though you say that you do it because you love doing it. Everyone knows that you hate it. You hate serving him. The one who defeated you, and will always defeat you. Now you think that you're smart, spinning around me with your fakes. You can't even think of creative ways to torture. You're nothing."
Suddenly the many Satan's disappeared with a pop and a red figure dashed toward him. Dr. Lecter was ready though. The spear went through.
"Touché." Satan said, before disappearing. The voice began talking again.
"Congratulations! You have passed Level One. But you know that it was very easy, so don't think you're going to cakewalk this. This was movie Satan, mind you, not the real one. So don't be getting a big head, thinking that you beat the prince of darkness. Next level, you will deal with more challenges. Onto level two!"