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[meaculpable]

There seems to be some great cognitive dissonance the lot of you are all but too eager to force upon yourselves, I find.  Many of you believe that Hell has some sort of great, spiritual meaning; that I and the rest of the demonic hosts were born (or created) to tempt you into the darkness and then punish you for your failures. A great many of

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[hotshot_momma]

I knew it.

[meaculpable]

So few rarely get the point.

[hotshot_momma]

Okay, stop me if you've heard this one.

In a special level of Chinese hell (so the riddle goes), there is a banquet set out. Real lavish spread, specialties from every province. Especially Hunan. Mmmmmmmn Hunan.

Thing is? Everyone has chopsticks glued to thier hands. Way too long for them to feed themselves. So they're miserable and hungry.

Heaven is exactly the same - the banquet, the chopsticks - only they're well fed and contented.

Why?

wow, I don't know the answer to that one. /BROWNIE POINTS FOR YOU.

[meaculpable]

They eat without using their hands.

Re: wow, I don't know the answer to that one. /BROWNIE POINTS FOR YOU.

[hotshot_momma]

In heaven, they feed each other.

It's an ooooold chestnut.

[meaculpable]

In Heaven, there is no need for food.

It is a good riddle, however.

[hotshot_momma]

Meh. Metaphors meant to teach people who do. Say, myself and my soldiers.

Anna Lin.

[meaculpable]

Lucifer.

Were you a soldier, or a mercenary?

[hotshot_momma]

I... should not have been as surprised as I am that someone who is or who claims to be the Son of the Morning is here.

A soldier - part of a human insurgency in a war against things that weren't from around here.

[meaculpable]

Star of Morning, son of Yahweh. Though I get your point.

Aliens?

[hotshot_momma]

If they were, they were in addition to being living dreams. Living Nightmares, really.

Our weapons were, how shall I put it, unorthodox.

Shit. I'm not sure what to think about meeting you, much less getting along with you. You know your own rep.

[meaculpable]

I won't force you to enjoy my company. If you feel uncomfortable, feel equally as free to leave.

Were they eldritch creatures?

[hotshot_momma]

Hah. Maybe. We didn't know.

Derek said they were demons, but Derek was what happens when a Jungian reads way too much Lewis.

[meaculpable]

What did they appear to be?

[hotshot_momma]

Whatever we most wanted NOT to think about.

Not even what we were most afraid of - what we were most ashamed of, usually.

[meaculpable]

I suppose there were many first orgasms involved.