Mike, who was sitting in the back seat, said "thank you" into the air.
Zach smiled and turned his head, "Crowley agreed?"
Mike seemed to nod happily, "Well, he said I can stay at Grand House until Saturday night, but I must go back on Sunday."
Zach shook his head helplessly, "Actually Crowley is right, I am not a good guide. There is no place I can take you to this time."
"It doesn't matter." Mike was unusually optimistic. "It's good to stay in the Grand House for two days and experience the life of civilians. I also want to go to the mill and see if the incinerator is really as scary as Leon said. .”
Zach raised his eyebrows and imagined the somewhat neurotic devil. Who knows what exaggerated adjectives he used. But Zach nodded, "Believe me, it's really scary."
Mike smiled and looked out the window. The truck had returned to Becky Street, and the neon lights on the street flashed across his face. "Here." He put his hand on the window, and the matter had been dealt with. The nervousness he felt when he arrived disappeared, and he began to truly observe the scenery outside, "It's so different here from the daytime."
The daytime that Mike was talking about was what Zach saw the last time he took him to the library. Of course it is different, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as two worlds.
"Crowley wouldn't want you to be interested in this." Zach smiled and glanced at the street, and the bar flashed by.
"She is just too strict." Mike suddenly said this, seemingly not caring that there were two people listening in front, "Hell is an eternal prison for the soul. We are not like human prisoners, where good behavior will reduce the sentence. Occasionally, our sentences will be reduced. Our indulgence will not make our punishment heavier."
Zach's face was a little stiff, and his eyes drifted to Benjamin. I found that Benjamin just curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
Mike turned around and smiled, "The last sentence is a quote from the book."
Zach breathed a sigh of relief. He spent a lot of energy to 'cleanse' the devil. Although this quote is basically true, if all demons think so, then it is not unreasonable for them to bear the prejudice. Yes, the person who wrote such a sentence wrote it with prejudice.
If we want to distinguish the difference between human prison and hell, it is very simple. What imposes penalties on human beings are laws jointly customized by countless humans. Regardless of whether the parties involved are convinced or not, this is the law and you must obey it. It is the soul that determines where heaven and hell belong. The soul itself. If you think you are guilty, you will go to hell. The thing that dominates "soul thinking" is religious belief. If you believe it, it is your own free will.
The only exception was the fallen angels, who were beaten down.
So demons are not evil aliens at all like people's prejudices. If they make people think evil is right, haha. Then hell will be empty and everyone will go to heaven.
Mike suddenly thought of something. Asked, "Do you know that Wells?" and then said apologetically, "Sorry, I heard your conversation inside, and you seemed to be very nice to him."
Zach smiled, "No. If you knew the whole story, you would know that I was not nice to him at all."
"Can you tell me about it? Maybe it's because you read those books. I like listening to stories very much." Mike said sincerely.
Zach glanced at Benjamin, who knowingly increased the accelerator. Mike was a pushover, like a baby, but no one wanted to be a babysitter.
but. Now that the truck had just left Becky Street, Zach couldn't escape this time. He thought helplessly and started like this, "Papa turned a worker who died accidentally at the port into a Death Apostle at midnight..."
This beginning had a special appeal to the devil, and Mike immediately became attentive.
The story takes James as the protagonist, and Zach carefully considers what James knows, because he knew this when Crowley raped James' soul. Zach didn't want to tell more, so the story came to an end when Wells was taken away from the Grand House by James.
Mike frowned and thought. The truck has entered the South District, and the dilapidated streetlights that occasionally streak across both sides of the road emit a dim light, briefly reflecting the faces of the people inside.
"Papa Midnight." Mike paused for a moment. He remembered that it was forbidden to reveal things in hell. He looked at the two heads protruding from the back of the front seat. "I tell you, you don't tell Crowley. Is that okay?"
Is this an unexpected surprise of being a nanny? Hearing gossip about parents from the baby's mouth.
Although he had no idea what he was going to say, Zach said without even thinking, "Of course."
"Papa Midnight's sister is crying and moaning all the time in hell." Mike seemed to have thought of something bad. "Her voice caused everyone pain, and made those who heard it feel like they were back to the newly born Earthbinder. State, constantly reviewing and repeating the process of one's own death. Even the great demons who have gone through countless times cannot resist."
Zach frowned, as if he heard something completely unexpected.
"We don't like her. We call her the 'Real Banshee' because everyone who hears her voice will fall into repeated death and cannot escape. They can only wait for her to leave." Mike pursed his lips, "No. , it’s not that we don’t like her, we hate her.”
Zach narrowed his eyes. This seemed to be describing how powerful the 'real banshee' was, and it didn't bring any special feeling to Zach. What piqued Zach's interest was that Papa Midnight's sister, the soul of the first banshee, was in hell.
A pagan soul in hell.
Perhaps it should be expressed more objectively as - the soul of a person with a witchcraft belief system appears in the soul prison of the Holy Lord belief system.
Is this a joke
Why does this happen? Could it be that before the colonists brought the Holy Bishop to the land of the Indians four hundred years ago, Papa Midnight, this magical guy, crossed the ocean and brought witchcraft to the Holy Bishop, and then he had the powerful My sister, who could see the power of death, abandoned her belief in witchcraft and went to the Holy Bishop. In the end, the soul denied itself and fell into hell
Zach shook his head, turned his gaze to Benjamin, and found that the Alpha was looking at the road ahead expressionlessly. Seemingly aware of Zach's questioning gaze, Benjamin turned his head, looking impatient, "What are you doing?"
Zach shook his head. Benjamin was too focused on things he didn't care about. Perhaps everyone has noticed that where does the soul of a werewolf belong after death? The return of witchcraft belief to nature (disappearance) is still the heaven and hell of Holy Lord belief.
To answer this question, the soul of a werewolf is already dead when it becomes a werewolf. It undergoes a long and thorough decay process than that of a vampire. (..)