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Afterlife: Loki Chapter 2, The delicate psyche of an angelic being
When Loki came to, he was standing in a line along with countless mortal souls. He was close enough to the front of the line to see a large, imposing demon saying something to a soul before it was dragged off to it's eternal punishment. This happened every time a new soul reached the front of the line and Loki realized that this was it for him. This was the end of the line. He'd never go home again. He felt defeated and betrayed: betrayed by Bartleby, who killed him and by God, who made him what he was and sent him to hell for it. He hung his head only moving forward whenever a new soul was judged. The only sounds around him, he realized, were the occasional sobs, screams, and wails of anguish that occurred from the poor souls at the very front of the line. He wished with all his might that this had all been just some terrible nightmare. He would wake up in Wisconsin, watch cartoons with Bartleby and... He didn't let himself continue. He knew it was all too real. He was in hell, or it was in him. Either way, he felt broken.
Soon, far too soon in Loki's opinion, he stood before the demon. In front of the demon was a pillar with a book on it, a book of deeds. Loki resisted the urge to take a step back from the demon who looked at least five times larger than a normal man. The demon glanced at Loki, then at his book, then he grinned. But it was a vile thing with no mirth to it.
"Loki, I am Minos. It's my job to sentence you to a level of hell." Loki noticed the demon's impossibly long tail twitching almost eagerly.
Minos bent over, focusing his attention on the book, his tail wrapping itself around him as he read of Loki's life. When he finished he stood and faced a small group of demons.
"Seventh level, the violent" one of them said and the other demons snickered as they began to move towards him.
The gravity of the situation hit him full force at the demon's words, his panic gave him a second wind. "No! This isn't right! I don't belong here!" Loki protested. Minos faced him, looking angered "Do you mean do deny what you've done?" he said mockingly. "Or do you still think yourself above us?"
"You're no longer an angel, Loki." a nearby demon hissed. "God's cast you down into the abyss with us, where a bloodthirsty fuck like you deserves to be."
"Fuck you!" Loki screamed, his hatred towards every unfair hand he'd been dealt now having a direct target. He lunged at the demon, prepared to fight, to kill. But the demons laughed obnoxiously loud and grabbed him. Loki screamed in frustration. They'd been trying to piss him off and he had done just what they wanted. He tried fighting them but they tore at his skin, drawing blood he knew he shouldn't have.
In moments after the fight had started, Loki was exhausted and the demons had already arrived at their destination dropping Loki on the ground, with only one guard to stand over him. The others withdrew, probably back to fetch more souls. He was on his knees, trying to clear his head and get up the energy to move.
"Get up, scum." The demon hissed at him. Loki just glared at him so the demon struck him, clutched him by the neck, then pulled him roughly to his feet. "Still think you're so much better than us?" The demons face was inches from Loki's own, fangs bared. "You've lost your wings. You've lost your faith. You've lost your life. You have nothing left."
Loki forced his voice past the crushing grip on his throat and snarled, "I was doing the will of God."
The demon sneered, "Then what are you doing here?" The demon gestured to his left and Loki chanced to glance at the scenery. Before him was a river of boiling blood. "The River Phlegethon. This is the deepest part. We saved it for you." With that, the demon shoved Loki into the river.
As Loki plunged into the bloody waters, his skin seared. He tried to swim upwards to escape the pain but something seemed to be dragging him farther down. He writhed and convulsed but couldn't get to the surface. The pain was unbearable. Loki screamed but blood rushed into his mouth, scorching him from the inside, prompting another soundless scream. He could feel his outer layer of skin melting away. The blood rushed passed him and thrashed against him, the pain never ending, never dulling. Each moment felt like the first moment he touched the river. He could barely think but, gritting his teeth, he tried to organize thoughts to help escape the agony.
And he began to doubt.
Had he been wrong to kill? Perhaps Bartleby had been right all those centuries ago when he insisted murder in the name of God was wrong. But over the rushing sound of blood past his burning ears he could make out screams, the screams of the damned, people he had sent to hell with his own hands. They were sinners and deserved death.
Amid the agonies of hell, one soul managed a brief smile. Because Loki knew he'd been right.
To be continued....
A Note: The title of this chapter comes from Azrael's speech in the deleted scene called "Evil is an Abstract" The full quote is "I know what effect such horrors have on the delicate psyche of an angelic being". To anyone who might have seen that clip and is thinking that from what Azrael said, humans are the ones who decide that they deserve to be punished. Well, I have to answers to why, if that's true, I still put Loki in hell. 1) Metatron said that God decreed neither Bartleby nor Loki would ever get back into heaven. 2) At the beginning of the movie when Loki and Bartleby are first talking about going to Jersey, Loki says "what then, hell? Fuck that." From that comment it seems he knew he would go to Hell.
Afterlife: Loki Chapter 2, The delicate psyche of an angelic being
When Loki came to, he was standing in a line along with countless mortal souls. He was close enough to the front of the line to see a large, imposing demon saying something to a soul before it was dragged off to it's eternal punishment. This happened every time a new soul reached the front of the line and Loki realized that this was it for him. This was the end of the line. He'd never go home again. He felt defeated and betrayed: betrayed by Bartleby, who killed him and by God, who made him what he was and sent him to hell for it. He hung his head only moving forward whenever a new soul was judged. The only sounds around him, he realized, were the occasional sobs, screams, and wails of anguish that occurred from the poor souls at the very front of the line. He wished with all his might that this had all been just some terrible nightmare. He would wake up in Wisconsin, watch cartoons with Bartleby and... He didn't let himself continue. He knew it was all too real. He was in hell, or it was in him. Either way, he felt broken.
Soon, far too soon in Loki's opinion, he stood before the demon. In front of the demon was a pillar with a book on it, a book of deeds. Loki resisted the urge to take a step back from the demon who looked at least five times larger than a normal man. The demon glanced at Loki, then at his book, then he grinned. But it was a vile thing with no mirth to it.
"Loki, I am Minos. It's my job to sentence you to a level of hell." Loki noticed the demon's impossibly long tail twitching almost eagerly.
Minos bent over, focusing his attention on the book, his tail wrapping itself around him as he read of Loki's life. When he finished he stood and faced a small group of demons.
"Seventh level, the violent" one of them said and the other demons snickered as they began to move towards him.
The gravity of the situation hit him full force at the demon's words, his panic gave him a second wind. "No! This isn't right! I don't belong here!" Loki protested. Minos faced him, looking angered "Do you mean do deny what you've done?" he said mockingly. "Or do you still think yourself above us?"
"You're no longer an angel, Loki." a nearby demon hissed. "God's cast you down into the abyss with us, where a bloodthirsty fuck like you deserves to be."
"Fuck you!" Loki screamed, his hatred towards every unfair hand he'd been dealt now having a direct target. He lunged at the demon, prepared to fight, to kill. But the demons laughed obnoxiously loud and grabbed him. Loki screamed in frustration. They'd been trying to piss him off and he had done just what they wanted. He tried fighting them but they tore at his skin, drawing blood he knew he shouldn't have.
In moments after the fight had started, Loki was exhausted and the demons had already arrived at their destination dropping Loki on the ground, with only one guard to stand over him. The others withdrew, probably back to fetch more souls. He was on his knees, trying to clear his head and get up the energy to move.
"Get up, scum." The demon hissed at him. Loki just glared at him so the demon struck him, clutched him by the neck, then pulled him roughly to his feet. "Still think you're so much better than us?" The demons face was inches from Loki's own, fangs bared. "You've lost your wings. You've lost your faith. You've lost your life. You have nothing left."
Loki forced his voice past the crushing grip on his throat and snarled, "I was doing the will of God."
The demon sneered, "Then what are you doing here?" The demon gestured to his left and Loki chanced to glance at the scenery. Before him was a river of boiling blood. "The River Phlegethon. This is the deepest part. We saved it for you." With that, the demon shoved Loki into the river.
As Loki plunged into the bloody waters, his skin seared. He tried to swim upwards to escape the pain but something seemed to be dragging him farther down. He writhed and convulsed but couldn't get to the surface. The pain was unbearable. Loki screamed but blood rushed into his mouth, scorching him from the inside, prompting another soundless scream. He could feel his outer layer of skin melting away. The blood rushed passed him and thrashed against him, the pain never ending, never dulling. Each moment felt like the first moment he touched the river. He could barely think but, gritting his teeth, he tried to organize thoughts to help escape the agony.
And he began to doubt.
Had he been wrong to kill? Perhaps Bartleby had been right all those centuries ago when he insisted murder in the name of God was wrong. But over the rushing sound of blood past his burning ears he could make out screams, the screams of the damned, people he had sent to hell with his own hands. They were sinners and deserved death.
Amid the agonies of hell, one soul managed a brief smile. Because Loki knew he'd been right.
To be continued....
A Note: The title of this chapter comes from Azrael's speech in the deleted scene called "Evil is an Abstract" The full quote is "I know what effect such horrors have on the delicate psyche of an angelic being". To anyone who might have seen that clip and is thinking that from what Azrael said, humans are the ones who decide that they deserve to be punished. Well, I have to answers to why, if that's true, I still put Loki in hell. 1) Metatron said that God decreed neither Bartleby nor Loki would ever get back into heaven. 2) At the beginning of the movie when Loki and Bartleby are first talking about going to Jersey, Loki says "what then, hell? Fuck that." From that comment it seems he knew he would go to Hell.