You would be keen to know what all the biblical demons so frightening to the parishioner, but so easy to turn into ridicule in reality, look like. Where are Asmodeus, Ashtaroth and Belial ? Where are the monsters called Behemoth and Leviathan ?

In your heart of hearts you feel that it is your time to confront them. For, you know it, you are now one of them ! Their phenomenal flatness of mind, the sordid recesses or the weaknesses of these beings look so commonplace to you ! You can not know them better. However friendly and social you want to appear, you could never depart from that kind of cruel insight towards your fellowmen.

An inborn knowledge, in a word. As a fine expert of human soul, you know how to accuse hypocrisy, denounce duplicity and expose flaws ! You do not let yourself be fooled by good feelings. They would portray you as the great Indictor.

And memories come back to prop up these new convictions. Remember ! There was that theatre performance. Someone dear to you had a role in it... You wondered if you just had to imagine it hard enough to make that person fail and make a fool of himself during his performance. You just wished it and it happened...

No question about it ! You are one of that evil kind.

You hold a power. And not the smallest : you can corrupt anything. But, unlike all these demons, you got beyond the futile and frustrating practice of evilness for a long time. Supreme perversion lies elsewhere.

Nastiness is satisfying. Nevertheless, it gets boring after a while...
After having been through all the nuisance you have afflicted people with, you realise that the room got empty around you. Without responding to your mocking laugh the demon has gone away... scared ?

And the magnificent Nun of Hell stands in front of you at the doorframe. The amused or mocking faces she put on at the beginning of your journey made her look so insensitive, so cold. Now, she seems to look at you as an equal.

" You've learned a lot. Your progress in my palace galleries hasn't been in vain apparently.

" And now you want to fight the demons. Very well. Come with me. "

You still notice this imperative tone of voice that makes her so lovely.

Once again you let the Sister lead your way. Still more endless corridors. Hell is a real mole den... But with the Nun walking before you in such a graceful way, those corridors take a very different twist...

The floor that you hit with your feet is less and less distinct. A rocky path succeeds to finely cut stones. And soon it is mud. Or maybe jelly... You can not tell. The Nun turns round and puts her index finger on her lips. The place is so silent indeed that it would be a crime to disturb it.

On that indistinct substance, some newborns who look asleep are floating.

The scene is stunning. But nothing hardly amazes you anymore. This is just Limbo, the resting-place of the born dead without consecration.

You get closer to one of them on your way. Yes, his face reveals the beautiful serenity of death; it shows the ultimate beatitude of non-being. After all you reckon that he is better off down here, in the ancient silt, rather than flying around pointlessly for ever in the little white clouds up there.

The track where the Nun of Hell takes you opens out onto a swamp. A mosquito swarm welcomes you among the reeds and the mud. And for a change the Religious has vanished. You are getting used to it... She left you with no instruction at all. Although you know that you are going to fight a terrible monster. And you have no weapon either.

However, you go for it quite confident. You do not fear death anymore. You know that death is a sleep without dreams and that this state is easily as good as restless consciousness.

From now on, whether posterity remembers your name or forgets it, it does not really matter. In the earth insides where you are now, your battle, however great and heroic it might be, will be lost for memory. Only God knows where you are !

Suddenly, two beings appear out of the blue and rush at each other.

An old rusty battleaxe is lying next to you. You pick it up.

However, you do not rush headlong into the fight. The thing is, on one hand, a hint of scruple of humanity remains in you. Some sort of natural feeling of fellowship ties you up to the human warrior. After all, your natural side is still the one of Good that this duellist obviously personifies, in this underworld where all battles can only be Manichean.

And if he happened to win without your help, he could hold that against you and not give you the opportunity to redeem yourself...

But on the other hand, you are quite embarrassed. You have just figured out that you were more evil than the devil himself and now you should embrace the cause of Good !

But hesitation is not allowed here. The fight will soon get to an end. You must make up your mind.