"Now, my dear majesty, allow me to be your guide, and go on a pleasant journey to the lord who holds the power of 'greed and ill-gotten wealth'," said the devil to the king.
He blew a clear whistle.
The surface of the lake of brimstone fire, which was the closest to the devil and the king, rippled, and the white-boned carriage that was familiar to the king rose from it bathed in brimstone fire. The nightmares walked out of the lake with brisk steps, they obediently walked to the king, bowed their heads, and seemed to want to rub the king intimately.
But when the devil looked at them kindly, they just dared to stand there honestly.
"Your Majesty, please."
The devil lifted up the car curtain made of finely broken ferret wing bones for the king, and hung it beside him thoughtfully.
The king got into a chariot of bones.
This carriage is indeed more suitable for hell. It is exquisite and gorgeous on the scorched earth, and the subtlety of non-artificial objects complements the dark red sky of the lake of fire.
The four skulls on the wheel opened their jawbones and collided with "da, da, da". If you ignore this horrific scene, the sound they make is really like a cheerful folk drum beat. The devil reprimanded them little, and drove the carriage into the black soil of hell.
The king's journey to hell begins.
The king saw the carriage as it was walking on the ground passing by the lake of fire and sulfur with white smoke. The four skulls on the carriage opened their jawbones and sucked in the white smoke that was close to the carriage, preventing them from floating. to the king's sight.
The carriage moved forward, and soon came to the front of the ridges that the king had seen before.
After getting closer, I felt that the mountain was as steep and rugged as the edge of a blade, and the long, extending rock seemed to be a scythe of the god of death inserted into the vertical mountain wall.
When the carriage drove to the front of the mountain, the corpses hanging in rows automatically turned around. The king could see clearly that there were ropes as thin as spider silk twisted around their necks, their necks were almost strangled, and their heads hung low. When the carriage passed by, some corpses were slightly lit up and down, as if they were saluting towards the carriage.
"What are these? Why are they hanging here?"
the king asked.
"They are the husks of grazing souls, some uninteresting fellows."
The devil answered, and he swung his whip toward the jagged peaks above, and the whip made a crisp sound in mid-air. At the sound of the whip, the hanging corpses shuddered violently and turned back, no longer facing the king.
"The shepherds and the shepherds, hell is the shelter for their corpses. Their clothes are covered with dense maggots, but it is too disgusting to enter your eyes, Your Majesty."
The king took down the key word "grazed".
The carriage passed through the staggered peaks and walked in a narrow valley. Through the car window, the king saw countless bones inlaid on the rocks on both sides, as if they were ancient fossils. Some of those skeletons have feathered wings and long tails, some have fin-like spines, but they have sharp beaks...
It was as if the creatures were randomly piecing together on these two rocks.
"This is the Wall of Insects."
The devil explained that he pointed the king to look at the skeletons that were intertwined and bitten together.
"All the guys who are not recognized and do not belong to any category are thrown here. They are called 'worms'. They must fight with all their strength and survive by devouring each other."
"Are they dead now?"
"Yes." The devil threw his whip and shattered a skeleton with bat wings and a fish tail, "They were long dead... But before, the worms here were immortal, and the fires here were immortal. "
He seemed to be hiding something in his words.
The nightmares let out a low cry, pulled the carriage out of the depressing valley, and left behind the mountain wall where countless skeletons were densely overlapped.
"Please don't look back, Your Majesty."
The devil said before.
"On this journey, please keep this in mind."
His tone was serious, but soon he was laughing again, his voice cheerful.
"Of course! If you want to, I'll give it up with both hands."
The carriage drove forward, and passed another long wasteland covered with bones. The king clearly saw that among the overlapping bones on the ground, there was not a skeleton hand stretched out, the phalanges bent upwards to grab something.
The devil said that this is a common wasteland in hell, and it is specially used for throwing garbage. There is no good explanation.
A small piece of the skull, which was inexplicably thick, rolled toward the carriage. The skull on the wheel seemed to feel that he was being provoked, and suddenly opened his mouth, and a red tongue of fire spewed out, burning the skull to dryness. net.
The king clearly heard a small whimper.
The carriage drove out of this wasteland and stopped.
"Your Majesty, we have to change the way of travel next." The devil jumped out of the carriage, opened the black umbrella with one hand, and stretched out to the king with the other.
He led the king out of the carriage.
The king stepped on the hard black soil and saw that they were in front of the long winding river.
"This is the long river of hell. All sinful and unpardoned souls will be thrown here, waiting to be crossed to the next trial."
The devil said, pay attention to whether you are a little more restrained, otherwise it will be a little troublesome if these guys can't move.
Under the circumstances of the devil's intention, the souls did not notice him this time, nor did they notice the king standing on the bank of the river. They just pushed forward with difficulty. The king took two steps forward, taking a closer look at the overlapping souls.
Most of them are out of shape.
The king looked around and saw only the soul of a beautiful woman who was relatively complete and clear.
The lady dressed as a lady held a man's head in her arms, loving her like her own lover. But she was holding a sharp dagger in her mouth. A headless corpse moved forward with difficulty behind the lady's back. The king was keenly aware that the garments of the souls were very ancient, and that no soul wore clothes of a more recent age.
The devil has no explanation for this.
Holding the black umbrella, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Snapped".
The king saw not far in front of them, a cloud of white fog appeared on the long river of hell. A small boat without sails sailed out of the white fog.
"That's one of my familiars, Your Majesty."
said the devil to the king.
The boat looked extremely light on the river of dead souls, and the king could see clearly the "faculty" in the devil's mouth, which was a little lower than normal people, wearing a white mask, and behind the demon unfolded a To the huge black bat wing that does not match its body shape at all.
The Familiar rowed the boat with the pair of bat wings, passing over the dead like a gust of wind.
The familiar anchored the ship on the shore, and the devil took the king aboard.
After getting on the ship, the king discovered that the ship looked small, and after boarding, it would feel very wide. Standing on it is like standing on the ground.
The devil led the king to the bow.
"Follow it all the way down to the place of the lord I mentioned to you."
I don't know since when, the rain of fire that fell from the sky became bigger and bigger, and the devil held the black umbrella steadily, blocking the rain like fireballs for the king.
In the king's vision, hell became more and more bizarre and magnificent because of this "torrent". Those red-gold fire rains were connected together, and the heavy rain curtain connected the black earth with the dark red sky. The strange Montenegro that I can see seems to have become beautiful in this rain.
A beauty beyond common sense.
The king did not dislike the scenery.
The ship was moving fast, through the rain of fire, and as it passed a huge mountain wall, something caught the king's attention.
"what is that?"
the king asked.
He saw a giant eye embedded in the mountain wall, the one-eyed giant eye was as high as ten St. Weiss churches combined. It also seemed to sense the king's gaze, so its pupils turned and looked down at the ship, which was extremely small compared to it.
"That's the Eye of Wisdom and Knowledge, and it went to hell later. Oh, look there, there's its twin brother over there."
The devil holds an umbrella and points it to the king.
Following the direction he instructed, the king saw that there was indeed a tightly closed mouth under the giant eye, because it was too big and integrated with the rock, making it difficult to find.
At this time, the giant eye embedded in the rock suddenly shed blood and tears slowly.
The mouth below it opened and buzzed a word.
The voice was thick and heavy like rolling thunder, and the language used was by no means human. The king did not understand.
The devil seemed a little silent.
"What is it saying?"
"Do you really want to hear it?" the devil asked back. "That's what the famous 'Eror and Destiny' said."
"yes, I'm sure."
The king answered.
"it says-"
"There is no peace for the king.[1]"
This sentence seems to have some kind of peculiar magic power. When it is said from the devil's mouth, the speed of the falling fire and rain around it slows down a lot. The king was also silent.
In silence, the ship quietly sailed over this mountain wall.
What suddenly unfolded before the king was an unparalleled castle.
The king saw from a distance on the barren land, the curved snake bones winding on the dark mountain peaks, and the countless towering spires leaving impressive shadows on the dark red sky. The king's breathing slowed down slightly.
His pupils seemed to print only the castle.
The devil was uncharacteristically quiet, just holding an umbrella beside him and looking at the castle with him, without giving any explanation.
The speed of the ship became fast at this point, and in a few breaths, the castle was left behind the king.
an impulse.
The king wanted to take another look at the castle composed of snake bones and mountain peaks. However, he remembered what the devil said in the "Wall of Insects" before, so he restrained it.
The devil beside him let out a regretful sigh.
"What's there?"
"You'll find out later."
Contrary to the previous attitude of saying nothing, the devil only said one sentence.
"Now… "
The devil stopped the king's shoulders. The speed of the river was not for no reason. They seemed to have come to the end of the long river on the ground. It turned sharply, passed through a huge hole, and fell down.
The devil closed his umbrella and held the king in his arms.
"Our trip is coming to an end, Your Majesty."
He says.
In the huge noise, the king and the devil together with this small boat fell from the big cliff that was nearly 90 degrees. They were swallowed up by the beast-like opening, and engulfed in the throat-like darkness.
The author has something to say: Welcome to hell with the king.
[1] Quoted from Shakespeare