Ladies and Gentlemen (and those of you not to sure) I present unto you:
The 10th Level of Hell.
"My guide, my friend Virgil, is there no more to Hell than this?"
There was hesitation upon Virgil's face. "There is Dante... but do you truly wish..."
"Yes! Of course I wish to see it. What could possibly match or upstage such a view as this though?"
Virgil blanched. "If you so wish it Dante." At Dante's fervent nod Virgil sighed. "Follow me then."
They traveled for some little time when Dante started to smell the SMELL*.
"What? He gasped. "What is that stench?"
"It will get worse Dante. Much worse."
Dante started to shake his head back and forth and settled with covering his nose with the inside of his elbow."
Virgil suddenly stopped at a small non-descript door that had a small duck-looking sign upon it.
"I do so hope that you are ready for... this, my dear Dante." With that said, Virgil opened the door unto a scene from the darkest pits of a nightmare."
It was a small cafe-looking tableau spread out before them. The Cash register girl looked up with bleary eyes from the rag-sheet she had been glancing through. Her page-boy cut hair hung dank and limp.
"Great." She said in a bored voice. "More non-paying customers."
A waitress shuffled forward and escorted the two visitors towards a filthy table.
"Special of the day is Roasted Panda in a Peking Duck sauce. Whatever you do, don't order the Chinese entrees... She's using Purple c-c-c- Cats again"
"This... This is the 10th level of hell?" Dante asked
The waitress glared up at him with liquid blue eyes that spoke of unnamable pain and torment. Her dull red hair lay about her shoulders in a pool of rank tangles "Oh yea, buddy. This is definitely hell."
The door leading to the kitchen suddenly banged open and a teen-aged girl in a filthy apron approached. Her short black hair bobbed as she carried a platter towards the two 'customers' and then laid it down on the table. A small glazed piglet with an apple in it's mouth seemed to glare up at them. It appeared to have a cloth of some type wrapped around its neck. A garnish perhaps?
"Hi! Welcome to Akane's Kitchen!" the short dark-haired girl said with a wide grin. "Eat up! It's YUMMY!" She then spun around and headed back towards the kitchen.
Dante and Virgil looked at the waitress in shock. She just shrugged her shoulders and headed of towards the kitchen herself.
Only as the small redhead passed through the door did Dante notice the sign that hung above the hellish threshold:
Abandon Hope All Ye Who Eat Here.
QuickSilver Knight
Writing time: 29 minutes
*Hastily dons Flame retardant suit and awaits the incoming rounds...*
The 10th Level of Hell.
"My guide, my friend Virgil, is there no more to Hell than this?"
There was hesitation upon Virgil's face. "There is Dante... but do you truly wish..."
"Yes! Of course I wish to see it. What could possibly match or upstage such a view as this though?"
Virgil blanched. "If you so wish it Dante." At Dante's fervent nod Virgil sighed. "Follow me then."
They traveled for some little time when Dante started to smell the SMELL*.
"What? He gasped. "What is that stench?"
"It will get worse Dante. Much worse."
Dante started to shake his head back and forth and settled with covering his nose with the inside of his elbow."
Virgil suddenly stopped at a small non-descript door that had a small duck-looking sign upon it.
"I do so hope that you are ready for... this, my dear Dante." With that said, Virgil opened the door unto a scene from the darkest pits of a nightmare."
It was a small cafe-looking tableau spread out before them. The Cash register girl looked up with bleary eyes from the rag-sheet she had been glancing through. Her page-boy cut hair hung dank and limp.
"Great." She said in a bored voice. "More non-paying customers."
A waitress shuffled forward and escorted the two visitors towards a filthy table.
"Special of the day is Roasted Panda in a Peking Duck sauce. Whatever you do, don't order the Chinese entrees... She's using Purple c-c-c- Cats again"
"This... This is the 10th level of hell?" Dante asked
The waitress glared up at him with liquid blue eyes that spoke of unnamable pain and torment. Her dull red hair lay about her shoulders in a pool of rank tangles "Oh yea, buddy. This is definitely hell."
The door leading to the kitchen suddenly banged open and a teen-aged girl in a filthy apron approached. Her short black hair bobbed as she carried a platter towards the two 'customers' and then laid it down on the table. A small glazed piglet with an apple in it's mouth seemed to glare up at them. It appeared to have a cloth of some type wrapped around its neck. A garnish perhaps?
"Hi! Welcome to Akane's Kitchen!" the short dark-haired girl said with a wide grin. "Eat up! It's YUMMY!" She then spun around and headed back towards the kitchen.
Dante and Virgil looked at the waitress in shock. She just shrugged her shoulders and headed of towards the kitchen herself.
Only as the small redhead passed through the door did Dante notice the sign that hung above the hellish threshold:
Abandon Hope All Ye Who Eat Here.
QuickSilver Knight
Writing time: 29 minutes
*Hastily dons Flame retardant suit and awaits the incoming rounds...*