to swim in the sea
She is not real.
Neither is she imaginary.
Oh, but she is beautiful, breath taking, alluring.
There is one thing though that is certain—she is not what you would imagine when it came time to face the Grim Reaper. But she is here all the same, glowing bright like heaven’s light, while her eyes roar and glisten like hell’s fire. Her smile though, her smile holds neither heaven nor hell, good nor evil. No, in her smile, she holds something else entirely: purgatory.
There is no need for her to look for him, she already knows where he is. She knows where they all are. She has been created by the gods for this purpose. Death does not always take this form, death is as malleable as gold in fire. But for today, the gods have created her as such, and she has been designed for one purpose, for one stallion and she comes before him like an illusion, a fantasy story. “Don’t try to run, Asterion,” she says to him before smirking. “You would never make it.” It is much less a threat than it is a promise. They are whisked away in a moment, and they stand within a room that may appear familiar to Asterion. There is a marking on the floor at the center of the room. At first it looks strange, just a combination of scribbles and nonsense, but look closer and you would see a compilation of infinity symbols written over and over and over and ov…
“Asterion, I have brought you here, it is time to face the reaper,” she says it with such subtle notes in her voice it is hard to tell what emotions, if any lurk behind that impossibly bright face of hers. “Do not fear, you are not dead…yet,” she says, narrowing hell fire eyes before opening them wide once more. “Before you are four doors, each leading to a horror you will face to take you from this world and into the next,” they are instructions that leave little for him to wiggle from. “There is no way out aside from the doors encircling you. Welcome to purgatory, Asterion.” Her next words are not spoken allowed but them seem to echo into his thoughts from each of the doors as if the reaper were already inside them, waiting.
“A room of fire, from flames of Hell. To burn, to char, to desolate.
A room of water, from the deepest of oceans. To flood, to drench, to drown.
A room of air, from the wildest of storms. To roar, to bluster, to destroy.
A room of earth, from the tallest of mountains. To break, to crack, to shatter.”
“Choose your death, Asterion. Fire, water, air, or earth.” She says, ominous, her voice echoes as if others speak with her, as if she were not alone. “Choose or you will face them all as an eternity of dying, an eternity of pain.” She says, almost solemnly, but there is no sorrow, no shame, no remorse in what she has instructed. “Choose.” It is a final command before she disappears. A white mist is left behind in the center of the room with four doors spaced in a circle.
Choose Asterion, the reaper is waiting…
Neither is she imaginary.
Oh, but she is beautiful, breath taking, alluring.
There is one thing though that is certain—she is not what you would imagine when it came time to face the Grim Reaper. But she is here all the same, glowing bright like heaven’s light, while her eyes roar and glisten like hell’s fire. Her smile though, her smile holds neither heaven nor hell, good nor evil. No, in her smile, she holds something else entirely: purgatory.
There is no need for her to look for him, she already knows where he is. She knows where they all are. She has been created by the gods for this purpose. Death does not always take this form, death is as malleable as gold in fire. But for today, the gods have created her as such, and she has been designed for one purpose, for one stallion and she comes before him like an illusion, a fantasy story. “Don’t try to run, Asterion,” she says to him before smirking. “You would never make it.” It is much less a threat than it is a promise. They are whisked away in a moment, and they stand within a room that may appear familiar to Asterion. There is a marking on the floor at the center of the room. At first it looks strange, just a combination of scribbles and nonsense, but look closer and you would see a compilation of infinity symbols written over and over and over and ov…
“Asterion, I have brought you here, it is time to face the reaper,” she says it with such subtle notes in her voice it is hard to tell what emotions, if any lurk behind that impossibly bright face of hers. “Do not fear, you are not dead…yet,” she says, narrowing hell fire eyes before opening them wide once more. “Before you are four doors, each leading to a horror you will face to take you from this world and into the next,” they are instructions that leave little for him to wiggle from. “There is no way out aside from the doors encircling you. Welcome to purgatory, Asterion.” Her next words are not spoken allowed but them seem to echo into his thoughts from each of the doors as if the reaper were already inside them, waiting.
“A room of fire, from flames of Hell. To burn, to char, to desolate.
A room of water, from the deepest of oceans. To flood, to drench, to drown.
A room of air, from the wildest of storms. To roar, to bluster, to destroy.
A room of earth, from the tallest of mountains. To break, to crack, to shatter.”
“Choose your death, Asterion. Fire, water, air, or earth.” She says, ominous, her voice echoes as if others speak with her, as if she were not alone. “Choose or you will face them all as an eternity of dying, an eternity of pain.” She says, almost solemnly, but there is no sorrow, no shame, no remorse in what she has instructed. “Choose.” It is a final command before she disappears. A white mist is left behind in the center of the room with four doors spaced in a circle.
Choose Asterion, the reaper is waiting…
@asterion's time to face Death has come. Set before him is a choice - his preferred way to die. But life is rarely so simple, and perhaps Asterion can make a different choice? You are free to write this out however you want - you can choose to have him go through a door and beat death, you can choose to have him feel pain or none at all, you can choose for this to be a dream or a trick by the gods; it's up to you! Regardless of Asterion's choice, he will walk away from this experience - alive and immortal.
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