Day 3
14th March 2013
11:12 GMT
Someone thinks highly of themselves.
Apparently, this is Purgatory. The realm where souls who committed no significant sins but didn't have faith in any gods and failed to make other arrangements for their soul come. A privilege for the dominant afterlife services provider: becoming the default option.
To be honest, it doesn't look so bad.
I mean, that's part of the basic idea. If the afterlife is what you make of it, people bad enough to go to Hell aren't going to be the sort of people you'd want to hang around with. Here on the other hand you might well be surrounded by morally righteous secular humanists. That has more options. People could build things without slave-drivers forcing them to.
And what they've built appears to be… Heaven. Of the Greco-Roman architecture with added fluffy clouds variety. Peasants work the fields with primitive tools while… Cyborg? Angels? Stand guard. I don't recognise the guns they carry, but they look a bit more sophisticated than the simple slug-throwers that the more technically inclined demons in other parts of Hell carry.
Speaking of which… I'm not…
Seeing any demons. I mean, okay, Purgatory. In the uncharitable reading of the nature of Heaven, the punishment for people here is
just being excluded from the light of God, which implies that the Source is so arrogant that it can't imagine a punishment worse than being away from its company. To my mind that says more about the writer of
that little gem than the Source, but if this place runs on those rules... Demons would have almost no role here. Certainly, the people here wouldn't be due any
extra punishment. And they'd only mill around in mists as Dante appeared to think they would if they wanted… To.
Though that would explain the cloud aesthetic. Just bundle the mists up into specific places to clear room for a pre-industrial idyll.
Five mecha-angels approach me, two hanging back with guns ready to be put at the ready. The leader appears to be an Asian woman, though her eyes appear to have been replaced with arcane cybernetics.
"Hello, stranger. Have you just arrived?"
"No, I've been here a few days, now."
She nods. "We don't get a lot of aliens around here. Where are you from?"
"Apokolips. But I.. don't want to give you the wrong idea. I'm alive."
She nods in the patient manner of a woman who has had to break the bad news to people who've said that to her before.
"No, seriously." I pull out the scroll containing the First's Writ of Passage. "The First has commissioned me to study his domains, and I wanted to meet the ruler of.. this place first." She looks nervously at the scroll, some sort of spell effect emanating from her artificial eyes. "Seems to be doing a pretty good job, as a God of the Dead. Not sure it's what the First had in mind, but it's nice to see someone
making something of the place."
She blinks as the spell ends. "I've confirmed.. your authority. Lord Satanus will see you immediately."
"Good show." The squad shifts orientation as they move from border guards to escort detail. I fall in behind the squad leader. "So how long have you been here?"
"I'm not exactly sure. We don't have days here, but I think it's been about eighty years. I was born in eighteen eighty three, if that's any help."
"The current year is twenty thirteen, so happy one hundred and thirtieth birthday."
"My birthday is in April."
"Belated one hundred and twenty ninth, then. Whereabouts are you from?"
"America. San Francisco."
"Not my kind of place, but it's still in one piece.
Mostly. Anyone you want me to take a message to when I go back?"
"No. I doubt that my children are still alive and I never knew my grandchildren."
"Ah. I'm sorry to hear that."
"Not everyone lives a long and happy life. I have to say that my afterlife has been more fulfilling."
"How did you end up here, anyway?"
"I'm from a Chinese-American family. Too cut off from the land of my parents to believe in their gods, not American enough to go to church."
"I.. understand what you mean, but there's no actual requirement to be American to be Christian. There are plenty of Christians who are ethnically Chinese, though the ones in China tend to keep quiet about it if they've got any sense."
"I never even visited China."
No, I suppose… Travel would have been a bit expensive while she was alive. Not impossible, but not something she would have been able to do for a quick visit.
"So what's with the cybernetics?"
She raises her right hand-. Ah, yes, I see that she probably wouldn't be able to fit a normal human limb
inside that. "This? This is to give us the strength to fight demons."
"Is that something you need to do a lot?"
"I've had to do it a few times. It's not a constant battle, but everyone is on watch for the next time they find a way in here. Demons are a
lot stronger than the souls of humans."
"I don't know about
that. I spent a few hours talking to Slime Demons this week and they die if you hit them with a lit match. It's probably just that coming
here takes more strength, so you only get raided by the stronger ones."
"I suppose. We
can go into Hell from here, but as far as we know there's no way back. Not a lot of people are interested."
"If you're interested, I could probably work-. Mother Box?"
"Ping."
"Okay, not quite
yet, but Mother Box is very good at making portals and as long as I'm doing it to better understand the functioning of Hell the First's Writ lets me do a lot that's normally politically
unwise."
"So I could
choose to go somewhere terrible and full of suffering and monsters?"
"Ah. Well, that doesn't-. Yes?"
"Thank you, but no."
One of Sir Terrence Pratchett's earliest works was an essay where he advised the devil that while no one actually wanted to go to Hell
permanently, it was possible that people would choose to visit for a little while for much the same reason that they choose to go on roller coasters without actually wanting to be in a train crash. But… This…
Yeah, this wouldn't be a bad place to spend eternity. Or however long they get.
"What do you know about Satanus?"
"Nothing that he doesn't choose to share, which is little to nothing."
"Has he mentioned his father or sister at all?"
"I didn't know demons
had those."
"He's a little unusual. Honestly, this setup he has here clashes with everything I've heard about him. I guess he's intelligent enough to embrace the dual moral standard."
"What does that mean?"
"That he treats his own people well, but is ruthless and cruel to
other peoples."
"I haven't seen how he treats other people. He sometimes leaves to visit other places, but he doesn't take anyone with him and he doesn't talk about it. I think he finds being here relaxing."
"That makes…" The clouds part and I get a good look at his palace. It's the flipping Parthenon at the front with statues of the master of the place dressed like a hoplite instead of those of the Olympians. "Sense. Please, take me to him."