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Hello once again all of fanfiction! I am back with another part of… To Hell and Back! Today things might get interesting and a little deep, no spoilers for you! What time is it? ...Disclaimer time... what did you expect?
Disclaimer: I do not own binding of Isaac, or any of its characters.
Ch 1 the basement pt 6
It never seems to fail. When Isaac want to sleep most, he has disturbing dreams, or horrible nightmares. Tonight was no different. Isaac expected to wake up in a barren wasteland cold as the rocks that surrounded him, or in the underworld, burning like the corpses that encompassed him indefinitely. But instead, he found himself in cathedral, one whose walls are built of light blue stone, and the tall windows watching the inside of the cathedral like a sacred haven. Isaac woke up on a bed adorned with snow white cloth as soft as clouds. A wonderful assortment of colors harshly flooded his eyes as he sat up in this strange bed and waited for his eyes to adjust before getting up.
Isaac found himself in the sanctuary. Many rows of benches lining the area, and a vibrant red carpet leading the way to the foot of the pulpit. Nothing much awaited Isaac, laying down. "I guess I should cherish this while it lasts." Isaac mumbled. "And wise you would be to do so." A peculiar voice chanted from afar. At the end of the red carpet stood a boy, he looked to be the same age as Isaac, 15, and he wore a white robe whose edges are lined with gold at the opening for the hands, feet and down the middle of the robe. "Come!" the voice spoke "we have much to discuss!" Isaac wandered up to the front of the red carpet, and found the boy to be sitting down on one of the benches in the front, "come, sit!" the boy said genially, Isaac sat down next to the boy, a little confused as to what is going on.
"So, uh… why am I here?" Isaac asked looking around, "because I am here to state the facts. There have been many misconceptions designed to confuse you, am I right?" the boy asked, "uh, yeah. That pretty much describes my life for the past day or so." Isaac stated matter of factly. "So ask me any questions, about things that confuse you," the boy said. Isaac started running through all of the questions in his head but decided order would give him as much understanding as possible, so Isaac thought back to when this journey started, and stated the question "why, is my mother trying to kill me if she is Christian?" the boys usually happy demeanor turned mildly downcast at the question and sighed before answering "she was manipulated." the boy stated bluntly, "bent to the will of the voice in her head." He paused before continuing "it is true that you are supposed to follow gods commands, but if even half of the people that have voices in their heads pick up a bible and read it in full, they would know it is just the devil speaking hollow words in a nice tone, very rarely does gods instruction allow killing of any kind." The boy stated. Isaac took a moment to let the words sink in and thought of when his mother came to kill him. The ludicrous command the voice gave her was not of good, but of well disguised evil. As the thought passed, it led into his journey. Memories of the first things he had done came back to mind, more specifically when he killed the first zombie "but, but what about the, uh…" Isaac stammered "abominations?" the boy finished. "Yes those, monsters trying to kill me, is me killing them evil?" Isaac questioned "hmmm," the boy hummed and looked deep in thought, "the monsters you speak of are the preserved bodies of those who have fallen, before you went into that dungeon, and the devil keeps the corpses to use for his evil game. He kills those who enter, without thought or remorse, and uses them for the same purpose, it is a meaningless cycle of endless death only resulting in more lost souls!" the boy stated rather angrily. Isaac sat still eyes wide staring at the boy in fear "sorry," the boy said apologetically "I can tend to lose control of myself like that." Isaac nodded in understanding before the boy continued "it is not. As long as you remember it is for your survival. Not for lust, or pride." Isaac thought for some time before asking "will I make it through this?" Isaac asked, the boy paused. "I am sorry, I cannot tell you. It is not destined for you to know." Isaac tilted his head in confusion, but shook it off. There were still many questions that needed to be answered.
Isaac continued to ask countless questions, remembering answers and listening intently. Five minutes passed and Isaac left the important questions for last Isaac's time to ask those important questions arrived when the boy he sat next to stated "make haste, I only have a few minutes to talk left." The light around the cathedral had intensified slightly. Isaac took a second to remember the list of important questions he needed to ask. "First, what about my abilities, fire, the like?" Isaac quizzed hastily "part of your destiny." the boy was quick to reply, "what is at the end of all of this?" Isaac continued "the reward for your journey, is determined solely on your decisions on good and evil." The boy replied "am I even alive at the moment?" the boy paused and with a smile on his face, replied "seriously?" Isaac replied "I'll take that as a yes." The boy got up and spoke "my time is up here, remember the words I have said and you may be alive by the time you leave the labyrinth." Isaac forgot to ask the one question he needed to. the boy was walking towards the entrance of the cathedral. When Isaac blurted in desperation, "will I ever find a friend?" the cathedral seemed to start melting away with white light. The boy turned around, with a smile growing on his face. He slowly replied with happiness, knowing the answer "i… think you will be… pleasantly, surprised." He stated before finally saying "goodbye Isaac, god bless you, and be careful!" and with that, the boy disappeared. The rest of the cathedral including the chair Isaac sat on, evaporated in light, and Isaac floated in air before losing conciseness again. When Isaac returned to the world he knew and more or less loved, he opened up his eyes to find he was on the same, flat, mushroom bed he fell asleep on last night. He closed his eyes again and sighed deeply. He opened his eyes and dug his fortune out of his pocket, re-reading it with new understanding "follow dreams to the voice of good. And live an afterlife prosperous and good." His eyes now set on the door with red light pouring out from it, Isaac stated with a serious expression, "Follow them…"
Next part is going to be the end of the first arc basement 1, and the chapter following will be the first part of the basement 2 arc. Which also means… boss battle! Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed, and keep an eye out for the next chapter.
Until next time!