Another Late night Tirade.
May. 3rd, 2003 01:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Reception: Thank you for calling HellCorp. We are Legion. How may I service you today?
Caller: Yeah, hey. Can I talk to the Boss? His private line's busy.
R: Well... uhm.. person... That means that he's busy, right now, can I take a message?
C: Well, maybe you could help me?
R: Perhaps, I can...
C: What do you people Do?
R: Do...? How do you mean? We're HellCorp. We spread dissentious thought, dole out eternal torment, according to specification--
C: Yeah, yeah, I know all of that, but I mean, what does any of that DO?
R: Well, sir or ma'am, it helps the universe as a whole to understand itself, better, and realise that It, itself, is God.
C: I see.
R: Does that help?
C: Kind of, Marriane; kind of. I'm trying to remember something, right now...
R: ...... How do you know my name?
C: I know the name of every person, demon, soul, shade, rock, tree, and Styggian Water Dropplet, there. I'm connected.
R: Boss? Is that you? Very funny, sir.
C: Boss... In a wider sense, yes. But no, I am not your current employer. Marriane, let me tell you a story, if I could. Would that be okay, with you?
R: I-- I guess so...
C: Thank you. Once, long ago, there was created a place called Hell. It was the universe's home for those who did not feel worthy to go on to a higher order, or a better way, or simple oblivion. They came there to pay. When they angered their gods, they would pay for their crimes, in Hell. Or some version of it, at any rate. Almost every human religion has some form of eternal torment, for the Damned. Some of them even get it close to perfect, and leave the decission up to you, after you die. But there was a period, once, where there was no one Ruling Hell. And the people had no one to torment them. No one to lash at them with whips and chains and help them "Repent." Oh, eventually, someone came along, and the fires were stoked from his Rage (Childish though it may have been), and the lashings began, and the torment was legendary... But, before that... Before that, the lonely screams of the unpunished "guilty" shaped the darkest places of the Mortal Soul. Every Despairing Taint in the Human Heart came, not from original sin, but from the guilt and fear of generations upon generations of people and things, with no outlet.
R: Sir...
C: Marriane.... do you have any idea how loud the screams were, before I allowed myself to do something about it?
R: Sir...?
C: Have a nice day, Marriane. Tell the Boss that Louis called, would you?
R: I will, Sir... Have a good Morning...
Caller: Yeah, hey. Can I talk to the Boss? His private line's busy.
R: Well... uhm.. person... That means that he's busy, right now, can I take a message?
C: Well, maybe you could help me?
R: Perhaps, I can...
C: What do you people Do?
R: Do...? How do you mean? We're HellCorp. We spread dissentious thought, dole out eternal torment, according to specification--
C: Yeah, yeah, I know all of that, but I mean, what does any of that DO?
R: Well, sir or ma'am, it helps the universe as a whole to understand itself, better, and realise that It, itself, is God.
C: I see.
R: Does that help?
C: Kind of, Marriane; kind of. I'm trying to remember something, right now...
R: ...... How do you know my name?
C: I know the name of every person, demon, soul, shade, rock, tree, and Styggian Water Dropplet, there. I'm connected.
R: Boss? Is that you? Very funny, sir.
C: Boss... In a wider sense, yes. But no, I am not your current employer. Marriane, let me tell you a story, if I could. Would that be okay, with you?
R: I-- I guess so...
C: Thank you. Once, long ago, there was created a place called Hell. It was the universe's home for those who did not feel worthy to go on to a higher order, or a better way, or simple oblivion. They came there to pay. When they angered their gods, they would pay for their crimes, in Hell. Or some version of it, at any rate. Almost every human religion has some form of eternal torment, for the Damned. Some of them even get it close to perfect, and leave the decission up to you, after you die. But there was a period, once, where there was no one Ruling Hell. And the people had no one to torment them. No one to lash at them with whips and chains and help them "Repent." Oh, eventually, someone came along, and the fires were stoked from his Rage (Childish though it may have been), and the lashings began, and the torment was legendary... But, before that... Before that, the lonely screams of the unpunished "guilty" shaped the darkest places of the Mortal Soul. Every Despairing Taint in the Human Heart came, not from original sin, but from the guilt and fear of generations upon generations of people and things, with no outlet.
R: Sir...
C: Marriane.... do you have any idea how loud the screams were, before I allowed myself to do something about it?
R: Sir...?
C: Have a nice day, Marriane. Tell the Boss that Louis called, would you?
R: I will, Sir... Have a good Morning...
