Tread with caution, you poor mortal souls. Hehehehehe.
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It was dark. This fact was undisputable. Not dark where one was unable to see anything, confining and blinding and somehow solid. No, this was the type of dark where midnight was silent, as cold and defined as ebony crystal. One would have at least expected a lamp to be on.
However, this did not hold true for one Pegasus J. Crawford. If he were alseep, the darkness would have probably happily wrapped him up in its shadowy embrace, lulling him into slumber. But Pegasus was not asleep.
A glass filled with chardonay wine swished slowly, coming to the man's lips for a small sip. Chuckling to himself, he set the glass down and moved on to a piece of gorgonzola cheese, pausing only to laugh again.
A comic book was held elegently in the other hand. "Oh, Funny Bunny, won't you ever learn," he chided to himself, sickly sweet voice slicing through the silent air.
Taking another sip of wine, he did not notice the room grow suddenly cold. Had a candle been lit, or a light been on, it would have immediately been extinquished.
Oblivious, he laughed at his favorite comic character's antics again.
At the far end of the room, solid shadows seeped in like fog and smoke, somehow holding its own consciousness as it weaved it way around the end of the room.
Another piece of cheese eaten. Another sickly sweet chuckle. Half of the long office table that he sat at was now no longer visible.
It was finally a hissing sound that brought Mr. Crawford out of his preoccupied state, and he looked up slightly perplexed when he realized that he could not see the picture of one blonde-haired woman that he knew was hanging up on the wall opposite him.
He noticed flashing crimson eyes snap open, glarring at him like a hawk does its prey.
"Whoever you are, go away. I'm not interested in what you have to say, although I commend you on your special effects. Very believable."
A deep voice chuckled, emenating from the very bowels of Hell. "I'm not going anywhere yet, Pegasus James Crawford. Not until we have a little chat."
Said man spluttered slightly, one comic book falling to the table in front of him. No one knew his middle name. No one. That was one secret that he did not care to divulge to the public. "Who are you, what do you want?"
The voice chuckled again, insanity glinting in those bloodied eyes. "You miss her, don't you?"
He knew. "I'll ask my question again. Who are you, and what do you want?" A chill crawled up the rich man's back.
"I have many, MANY names, but you can call me Death, the Prince of Darkness."
Pegasus laughed. "Very funny. Why would said creature have any want with me? Is it my time already?"
The shadows seemed to shift a little, but no apprehension seemed apparent. "I have a bargain for you, Pegasus James Crawford. Since the begining of time, I have been watching over all of the mortals of this earth, and I think that it is time that a new person take my place. I believe that you would fit this role quite nicely."
Pegasus's brown eyes looked at him imploringly. "If you really are who you say you are, why now? Why would I want your job?"
"Well, I have to grow tired of what I do sometime. And besides, all of the souls you come across, you choose whether or not they live, or you banish them into non-existance."
Ears perked up just slightly. "Every soul?"
"Hmm, that's right, Mr. Crawford. Every soul." The darkness paused. "You know, for a mortal, she WAS very pretty."
The man sitting at the long business table began to loose his resolve of remaining exactly where he was, twitching as his lost love was mentioned.
"Well, let's say I accept. What kind of proof do I have that you really are real?"
Those deep crimson eyes seemed to laugh at him, and began to advance. Piece by piece by piece, the table was thrown apart as the smoke and shadows and darkness ripped its way through. The plate of cheese and the glass of wine shattered when they hit the wall, and Pegasus and grown starkly pale. The crimson eyes stopped merely inches from his own. "Is this proof enough?"
A strange, crooked grin ebbed its way onto the man's face, his silver hair gleeming in the moonlight coming through the window. "You took her away from me. I should hate you, you know. I should just say no, and go on with my life. What would you say to that?"
Pegasus could swear that he saw those shadows grin. "I'd say that you'll never see her again."
Silence as Pegasus decided to glare down Death, utterly failing. "I'll do it," he said, a little too eagerly. And, much like the genie in the lamp, Death obliged. "Your wish is my command."
Then suddenly, the whole world went black.
He couldn't see. His eyes had not yet grown accustumed to the eternal darkness. "What's going on, where am I?"
A hiss, like a snake about to strike. "Don't you know, master? You're in Hell. You'll always be here."
Pegasus thought to himself. "Well, if this is where I am to reside, I think that I'll go for a walk in the human realm."
The hissing chuckled, making an odd spluttering noise, like water hitting a hot stove. "Oh, no, master. You can't do that. All of your duties will be preformed from right here. You can't go anywhere else."
"Why not? Answer me! Why?!"
Black, empty sockets starred back at him. A mangled corpse prowling around with unhindered glee. "Because this is our Doom, master."
Death screamed.
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*cackles* Well, well, well, so you managed to last through this story so far, eh? HeHEEheehe, is your sanity still in tact? One chapter left. Can you make it?
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It was dark. This fact was undisputable. Not dark where one was unable to see anything, confining and blinding and somehow solid. No, this was the type of dark where midnight was silent, as cold and defined as ebony crystal. One would have at least expected a lamp to be on.
However, this did not hold true for one Pegasus J. Crawford. If he were alseep, the darkness would have probably happily wrapped him up in its shadowy embrace, lulling him into slumber. But Pegasus was not asleep.
A glass filled with chardonay wine swished slowly, coming to the man's lips for a small sip. Chuckling to himself, he set the glass down and moved on to a piece of gorgonzola cheese, pausing only to laugh again.
A comic book was held elegently in the other hand. "Oh, Funny Bunny, won't you ever learn," he chided to himself, sickly sweet voice slicing through the silent air.
Taking another sip of wine, he did not notice the room grow suddenly cold. Had a candle been lit, or a light been on, it would have immediately been extinquished.
Oblivious, he laughed at his favorite comic character's antics again.
At the far end of the room, solid shadows seeped in like fog and smoke, somehow holding its own consciousness as it weaved it way around the end of the room.
Another piece of cheese eaten. Another sickly sweet chuckle. Half of the long office table that he sat at was now no longer visible.
It was finally a hissing sound that brought Mr. Crawford out of his preoccupied state, and he looked up slightly perplexed when he realized that he could not see the picture of one blonde-haired woman that he knew was hanging up on the wall opposite him.
He noticed flashing crimson eyes snap open, glarring at him like a hawk does its prey.
"Whoever you are, go away. I'm not interested in what you have to say, although I commend you on your special effects. Very believable."
A deep voice chuckled, emenating from the very bowels of Hell. "I'm not going anywhere yet, Pegasus James Crawford. Not until we have a little chat."
Said man spluttered slightly, one comic book falling to the table in front of him. No one knew his middle name. No one. That was one secret that he did not care to divulge to the public. "Who are you, what do you want?"
The voice chuckled again, insanity glinting in those bloodied eyes. "You miss her, don't you?"
He knew. "I'll ask my question again. Who are you, and what do you want?" A chill crawled up the rich man's back.
"I have many, MANY names, but you can call me Death, the Prince of Darkness."
Pegasus laughed. "Very funny. Why would said creature have any want with me? Is it my time already?"
The shadows seemed to shift a little, but no apprehension seemed apparent. "I have a bargain for you, Pegasus James Crawford. Since the begining of time, I have been watching over all of the mortals of this earth, and I think that it is time that a new person take my place. I believe that you would fit this role quite nicely."
Pegasus's brown eyes looked at him imploringly. "If you really are who you say you are, why now? Why would I want your job?"
"Well, I have to grow tired of what I do sometime. And besides, all of the souls you come across, you choose whether or not they live, or you banish them into non-existance."
Ears perked up just slightly. "Every soul?"
"Hmm, that's right, Mr. Crawford. Every soul." The darkness paused. "You know, for a mortal, she WAS very pretty."
The man sitting at the long business table began to loose his resolve of remaining exactly where he was, twitching as his lost love was mentioned.
"Well, let's say I accept. What kind of proof do I have that you really are real?"
Those deep crimson eyes seemed to laugh at him, and began to advance. Piece by piece by piece, the table was thrown apart as the smoke and shadows and darkness ripped its way through. The plate of cheese and the glass of wine shattered when they hit the wall, and Pegasus and grown starkly pale. The crimson eyes stopped merely inches from his own. "Is this proof enough?"
A strange, crooked grin ebbed its way onto the man's face, his silver hair gleeming in the moonlight coming through the window. "You took her away from me. I should hate you, you know. I should just say no, and go on with my life. What would you say to that?"
Pegasus could swear that he saw those shadows grin. "I'd say that you'll never see her again."
Silence as Pegasus decided to glare down Death, utterly failing. "I'll do it," he said, a little too eagerly. And, much like the genie in the lamp, Death obliged. "Your wish is my command."
Then suddenly, the whole world went black.
He couldn't see. His eyes had not yet grown accustumed to the eternal darkness. "What's going on, where am I?"
A hiss, like a snake about to strike. "Don't you know, master? You're in Hell. You'll always be here."
Pegasus thought to himself. "Well, if this is where I am to reside, I think that I'll go for a walk in the human realm."
The hissing chuckled, making an odd spluttering noise, like water hitting a hot stove. "Oh, no, master. You can't do that. All of your duties will be preformed from right here. You can't go anywhere else."
"Why not? Answer me! Why?!"
Black, empty sockets starred back at him. A mangled corpse prowling around with unhindered glee. "Because this is our Doom, master."
Death screamed.
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*cackles* Well, well, well, so you managed to last through this story so far, eh? HeHEEheehe, is your sanity still in tact? One chapter left. Can you make it?