Post by fabledtales on Mar 17, 2011 15:56:47 GMT
The sounds of suffering and regret, of the poor souls crying out for mercy and freedom could be heard throughout this level of hell. The cries went unanswered, this was not a place of mercy or forgiveness, the souls had squandered that chance while living their greedy lives in the world above.
But there was one happy sound in Avarice…and dare say it…singing! A small creature skipped along the beach, kicking and smacking heads as he went along. “Mercy! Mercy! But greed was in your heart, and now we shall never be apart!” He giggled as he went along, kicking the heads.
He was dressed in bright green, such an odd color for Hell, and had hair the color of the fires that burned in other parts of the realm, and his face was horribly disfigured, or perhaps that was the way a leprechaun was meant to look, being the only one in Avarice, it was hard to tell.
He stopped at a fresh one, a fresh soul. He was too fat to be of any use to be twisted in a soldier for the exciting party planned. The leprechaun sat down in front of the man. “Please, let me go, I promise, I’ll do charity, I’ll I’ll give up all my money” the man begged to the uncaring leprechaun. The leprechaun giggled, “Oh sorry is just a word, you floundered your chance at the light, now I’m going to bite!” and he leaned over and bit the man’s nose. The man screamed in pain and the leprechaun giggled, then reached out and ripped the man’s nose off! Blood spurted everywhere, but somehow, not on his clothes. The man’s nose grew back, of course, everything grew back in hell, they had to keep up the torture. The leprechaun licked the end of the nose and frowned, “It just doesn’t taste the same down here” he grumbled and threw the nose off into the distance.
He got up from the screaming fat man, and sighed. He was stuck down here, he very much wanted to be above, he was far overdue for a bride. His small heels dug into the heads as he went along, but his mind was not in hell today, he was thinking of all the wonderful things he would do when he got back to the surface.
He was free to roam this level of hell, but he was only made partially demon, enough to where he had a corporal body, so he was stuck in this level of hell. He sat near the edge and pouted, he had played all the games over and over, they needed some new fun in hell. He looked back at the heads buried in the sand and grinned, “I know a little game, it is quite new, you must have aim!” he said and rubbed his hands together.
Magic was tricky in hell, it didn’t work right, sometimes it was funnier to see the failed result, but he concentrated, and smiled when a bowling ball only found in hell appeared in his hands.
It was the size of a bowling ball for him, but it had horrible sharp things sticking out of it. He looked at the beach of heads, looking for a path, and did the bowling walk and let it go. It bounced off the first head it hit, the sharp thing sticking out cut deep into the man’s face, actually slicing off a piece of skin, the second head it popped out the eye as it rolled, the eye making its own wet popping noise as it came out, and continued down the beach, the screams louder as pain was inflicted upon them.
The leprechaun giggled like a school girl. With a wave of his hand the ball reappeared in his hand. He took off the eye and ate it, and sighed, “Just not the same here”. He aimed for another path and dented one of the soul’s face as the bowling ball hit it dead on. The head managed to stop the ball completely and he sighed, “Oh my, I must make a spare!” and he aimed for the heads next to the dented one.
The ball rolled breaking a nose, taking out eyes, and slicing flesh. He heard a plop as the ball made it all the way to the nearby river and he held up his hands “Goal!” Then he stopped, “Wait..that’s not the right sport” he shrugged, “Who cares” and did a little dance with a wicked grin on his face. The leprechaun giggled, like a child playing a favored game, waved his hand, and continued his game.
But there was one happy sound in Avarice…and dare say it…singing! A small creature skipped along the beach, kicking and smacking heads as he went along. “Mercy! Mercy! But greed was in your heart, and now we shall never be apart!” He giggled as he went along, kicking the heads.
He was dressed in bright green, such an odd color for Hell, and had hair the color of the fires that burned in other parts of the realm, and his face was horribly disfigured, or perhaps that was the way a leprechaun was meant to look, being the only one in Avarice, it was hard to tell.
He stopped at a fresh one, a fresh soul. He was too fat to be of any use to be twisted in a soldier for the exciting party planned. The leprechaun sat down in front of the man. “Please, let me go, I promise, I’ll do charity, I’ll I’ll give up all my money” the man begged to the uncaring leprechaun. The leprechaun giggled, “Oh sorry is just a word, you floundered your chance at the light, now I’m going to bite!” and he leaned over and bit the man’s nose. The man screamed in pain and the leprechaun giggled, then reached out and ripped the man’s nose off! Blood spurted everywhere, but somehow, not on his clothes. The man’s nose grew back, of course, everything grew back in hell, they had to keep up the torture. The leprechaun licked the end of the nose and frowned, “It just doesn’t taste the same down here” he grumbled and threw the nose off into the distance.
He got up from the screaming fat man, and sighed. He was stuck down here, he very much wanted to be above, he was far overdue for a bride. His small heels dug into the heads as he went along, but his mind was not in hell today, he was thinking of all the wonderful things he would do when he got back to the surface.
He was free to roam this level of hell, but he was only made partially demon, enough to where he had a corporal body, so he was stuck in this level of hell. He sat near the edge and pouted, he had played all the games over and over, they needed some new fun in hell. He looked back at the heads buried in the sand and grinned, “I know a little game, it is quite new, you must have aim!” he said and rubbed his hands together.
Magic was tricky in hell, it didn’t work right, sometimes it was funnier to see the failed result, but he concentrated, and smiled when a bowling ball only found in hell appeared in his hands.
It was the size of a bowling ball for him, but it had horrible sharp things sticking out of it. He looked at the beach of heads, looking for a path, and did the bowling walk and let it go. It bounced off the first head it hit, the sharp thing sticking out cut deep into the man’s face, actually slicing off a piece of skin, the second head it popped out the eye as it rolled, the eye making its own wet popping noise as it came out, and continued down the beach, the screams louder as pain was inflicted upon them.
The leprechaun giggled like a school girl. With a wave of his hand the ball reappeared in his hand. He took off the eye and ate it, and sighed, “Just not the same here”. He aimed for another path and dented one of the soul’s face as the bowling ball hit it dead on. The head managed to stop the ball completely and he sighed, “Oh my, I must make a spare!” and he aimed for the heads next to the dented one.
The ball rolled breaking a nose, taking out eyes, and slicing flesh. He heard a plop as the ball made it all the way to the nearby river and he held up his hands “Goal!” Then he stopped, “Wait..that’s not the right sport” he shrugged, “Who cares” and did a little dance with a wicked grin on his face. The leprechaun giggled, like a child playing a favored game, waved his hand, and continued his game.