My Own Personal Devil: Part Two
My Own Personal Devil: Anthology
My Own Personal Devil: Part One
"You must choose whether your soul now moves on to Hell, or to Heaven."
Once more an avalanche of questions slid over me, leaving me suffocated. "You must have many questions, some of which I can answer for you now" intoned the man. The Devil. I took what previously would have been a deep breath, but now presumably was more of a metaphorical bolster, and commented, "You don't look like the devil."
At this he looked down, as if to suppress his smile. "I have no real form, not as a human might understand it. I appear to you now in a form which I have judged suitable, based upon the memories which drift from your mortal body as we speak."
I looked around, more than a little disconcerted, as if I could recapture some of the stragglers. True realisation began to wash over me, to pierce me and tear me apart - I no longer knew my own name, had no images of faces or places or of my own life.
"I know that you feel as if you are hanging from a ledge, over an infinite precipice, and slipping finger by finger. But you must hold on."
I looked up and found his eyes looking into mine, black rocks to cling to in the raging white torrent.
"I know that you feel as though you are stranded in an ocean, struggling on spent limbs. But you must fight on just a while longer. You must listen to what I have to say." His words brought a measure of calm, stabilised me, gave me a firmer grip on my ledge. "That was how Dante Alighieri described how he felt, when he stood where you do now." The Devil looked wistful, as if fondly remembering a friend. "He had a way with words, that one."
"I don't want to leave". I said, feeling ashamed of how small and pitiful I sounded.
"But you cannot remain."
"Why?" I asked, like a petulant child, "What happens if I do?"
"Your soul will be doomed to wander the Earth forever, unattached and lost, without memory and emotion, becoming a bitter and twisted reflection of its former beauty."
I stared in horror at the stone-like face, and seconds of silence passed before he continued, "My apologies, that was said in jest." The ghost of a smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.
"What? You mean, I can choose to stay? I won't be a... ghost?"
"You can choose to stay, but the soul is confined to the limits of what its Earthly eyes could see before death blinded them."
"So... this room in my case? I couldn't leave this room, ever?"
"That is correct. You understand now why no souls have chosen to remain."
My Own Personal Devil: Part Three
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emb789
Commented 18 months ago - 2nd December 2010 - 16:09pm
This is brilliant! I'll definitely be reading this one! I especially liked the bit that goes "Your soul will be doomed to wander the Earth forever, unattached and lost, without memory and emotion, becoming a bitter and twisted reflection of its former beauty."
I know he's joking, but I like it.
Tansi
Commented 17 months ago - 3rd December 2010 - 23:17pm
this is awesome! i thought i lost the story i started to read in school because i couldnt remember the name but now i can carry on reading it as i have found it again!
neilramsden
Commented 17 months ago - 4th December 2010 - 14:23pm
Glad you're enjoying it! I wasn't sure if it would be involving as it's not written as a series. Thanks for the comments!
RoLouG
Commented 17 months ago - 4th December 2010 - 17:26pm
You're a very talented writer, this is really good! well done.