The Nun of Hell
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No ! There is no way you will accept to let yourself be eaten by that monster ! You already stripped yourself of your boots and your coat in order to mollify the other hungry ones. But this time, no ! In his language, you try to explain to him that it is not possible but he just howls his miserable complaint to death. Apparently he wants you to take pity on him. |
Snow is no longer under your feet; it is now ice. A shut door lets the hot light of burning Hell come through its edges. Yes ! You are back home ! Around the door, the ice flows out into water and goes to the other side. You will soon take the same route. Indeed, the Nun comes before you and opens wide both door sides. She stays there and leaves you again to your lonely destiny. The door gets shut behind you. An uneven floor cave goes down to the suffocating heat and the burnt meat smells of the infernal Den. Coming straight from polar cold, you are literally burnt by the heat. |
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So, with a swift kick, you drive the intruder out of the way. He moves away pitifully. You would gladly miss him, but you can not cure all the misery in the world, especially at that price. The sleigh sets off again and, shattered by all these keen emotions, you fall into a deep sleep. When you wake up, the sleigh has stopped. You have been taken inside a cavern. The Nun of Hell is waiting for you. So you get out of the coach. |
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this sensation is slowly melting away. On your way down, you go over the recent experiences again in your brain : that sardonic Mother Superior of the wrong-doers who pulls the strings of this world and acts what she really is : elusive ; the beast that you became during the commerce you had with the wild life – and you might still be one ! In the end, you got through it rather well. |
As the guardian of that access, he puts his heart into his role. | |||
| Waving nervously his batwings, he loudly hits the rocky ground with his hoof every time you step forward. You rage against that little moron. |  |
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An over-exited little devil is blocking the access to a door. Whether you can speak animal language, still, you are not sure you can make any sense with that one. However hard you try to explain in every language that you are sent by the Mistress of the place, nothing you may say or do seems to be able to dislodge him. |
All the same, it is not now, because of that insignificant bugger, that you will give up your peregrination ! Insignificant... indeed, but armed too. But as you got to the very limit of despair, anger suddenly appears. And, without being afraid of it in any way, you experience the physical materialisation of your own ire. As you start blushing like a pepper, steam is puffing out of all the openings of your body : nostrils, eyes, etc. Your fingers clench like hooks and dark bristles rise up on your forearms and your back. |
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| Your spine rises up under the nape of your neck and this one swells by three times its normal size. Obviously, you are pissed off. Your nose rolls up with the lips and your jaws put on frightful teeth. |
However, you crossed the door. On the other side : nothing. No treasure or secret to keep fiercely... Nothing but the subway maze, which is now so familiar to you. You lock the door of bestiality behind and move on...
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Whatever the reasons for your rage may have been – and you have not got a clue – it has had its effect. The little devil drops his shotgun and flies away without another word. Yet, as you are deflating, memory comes back. And consciousness with it. |
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