In this chapter and all after this one, when something is in italics, then that is the MC thinking. Anything in quotation marks, is obviously speech, everything in normal text is an observation and everything inside of 2 hyphens like this (-aaa-) is telepathic speaking. Anything between 2 asterisks like this (*aaa*) are sound effects, usually onomatopoeia.
-Waffle Fluff out-
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Well, Shit
Before falling into the deep abyss.
I sigh.
“That guy is such a pain to talk to. He is way too jumpy and egoistic. Jesus. Wait is that blasphemy considering I am now the prophet of Satan? Well who the hell cares, I hope this long fall ends soon.”
As I say such a thing I suddenly begin to feel sleepy, and my eyes naturally begin to close, but not before I notice that I am all of a sudden lying in a basket with an establishment similar to a church in front of my eyes. The shock from the change of scenery without forewarning works as a stimulant to wake me up. Well I believe it is a church, although I have no idea why. It looks nothing like the churches from my world, I guess it has the same feeling as churches from my world.
Was I Christian in my past? Well, it doesn’t really matter now anyway now does it, considering the removal of all my human memories. In fact, I believe that being Christian is not so good for me at this point in time.
-You are indeed correct my child, being Christian is not a smart idea. Actually it won’t influence you negatively at all other than not letting you have as much access to my voice, which is a huge negative-
-Is that really a bad thing?-
-You’re a douche, I feel heartbroken. *Crying*-
-... Do you even possess a heart that beats? Also I am beginning to feel that I am superior to you, for some reason-
Satan recovers quickly for some reason and says in a more serious voice, acting more his age, as opposed to what his normal actions speak of his mental age.
-It doesn’t matter if you feel I am inferior to you, I honestly don’t care and no one will really punish you for such a thought process. But be warned, do not think that gods are inferior to you until you are certain that they are. They are nowhere as forgiving as me-
-Yes, yes, yes Lord Satan-
-You decided on that name for me, out of all of them? That is kind of rude isn’t it?-
-It best fits your personality, but don’t worry when I refer to you when talking to other people, I will make sure to use some other name-
-*Cries* That doesn’t make me feel better-
-Yup, I definitely feel superior to you-
-Well, I won’t contact you again for a while since I have other matters to attend to such as managing hell. Do you know how much of a pain it is to separate the millions of souls that come to hell into the good and bad kind. Then I have to judge how bad and how good they are and give them the treatment that they deserve. There are like a thousand different possible treatments. It is such a goddamn pain. Seriously damn the gods, they gave me this boring ass job-
-Thank you gods for giving him a job in which he can separate from me for a prolonged amount of time-
-... You’re a douche, *waaaaaaaaah*-
Satan’s voice fades out as though he is running away from me before becoming silent.
Shortly after he leaves, the door to the ‘church’ opens and an old woman comes out and looks at me. The old woman looks kind and releases a benevolent type of feeling.
Completely the opposite of Satan, I swear if this person was a benevolent god I would not be surprised.
The old woman is dressed in clothing that appears to be second-hand, seeming to have been used for a long time. The clothing looks is a nun habit but she doesn’t appear to wear any or carry any items that can be considered religious. She walks up to me while saying.
“Oh what do we have here? Another child left by his parents. What a sad occurrence and it is for some reason becoming more and more frequent nowadays. Well let me take you in before you freeze, okay little Sephtis?”
I can somehow understand her, even though I can tell that it is a different language, it is capable of converting to mine. Did Satan mess with my head again? Well in this case it isn’t such a bad thing. Guess I will stay silent for now, I doubt I can talk right now without making baby gurgles. But in case I can speak fluently, I better keep quiet for now. How does she know my name anyway? Did Satan influence her too or is there just a name tag on my basket?
I look back at her and she picks me up and brings me inside.
I must say, this is far better than I expected. This church-like building seems well lit and although looks old on the outside, it is really well kept inside. Wait nevermind, I forgot that it is an orphanage.
Satan did say something about this before I came here.
The inside of the orphanage is dark with no lights on.
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I just realised that it is almost pitch darkness, yet I can see clearly and easily. Satan messed with my body again didn’t he? Or is this just a trait of elves?
The interior seems to be similar to that of a roman catholic church, however with all the seats pushed against the walls, stacked on top of each other. There are a lot of other kids lying on the ground, appearing to be asleep. The kids appear to be ranging from the age of one to some appearing to be fourteen-sixteen.
The 5-14 year olds are dressed in clothes that appear second hand, however they are a better quality than the clothes of the nun and look handsewn. These kids appear to wear a simple shirt with pants. Some of the younger childrens pants look baggy as the ones wearing them aren’t tall enough yet to make use of it entirely.
The older 14-16 year old’s shirts and pants look new and nowhere near as cheap as those worn by the younger kids. The 3-5 year olds are in onesies to keep them warm and prevent them from catching a cold as their immune systems are still weak.
The woman carries me past this main room, carefully as though not to disturb any of the sleeping children, and into a smaller, still dark room filled with newborns sleeping in worn out wooden cradles. The babies are all wrapped tightly by cloth to keep them warm and are sleeping peacefully. The woman leads me to a cradle, inscribing some symbols, which I can only imagine to be letters on the side of it with her free hand and then takes me out of my basket and wraps me tightly in cloth just like the other newborns and then places me into the cradle. She then says:
“Sleep tightly Sephtis, tomorrow I will introduce you to the other children.”
After saying that she leaves, careful not to disturb the babies that are asleep.
The shock from the change in location is starting to go away and is being replaced with fatigue again. *sigh* (Yes he sighs mentally in his head, that is just his personality). Well the woman seems nice enough, after all she seems to place the children before herself, even with clothing. If my memories serve me right, it was rare in my previous world to have such a selfless person. Well goodnight Satan, I hope you enjoyed this incredibly action packed day.
… No reply huh, well then goodnight myself.
Right after thinking that sleep takes a hold of me and drags me down into its clutches.
“Ahh, what the hell.”
Right as I fall asleep I notice that I am in hell again, in front of Satans throne and in my old soul body.
“And here I thought I could have a good nights sleep. Guess I hoped for too much. …
SATAN YOU HERE!? …”
I wait for about a minute before deciding that he isn’t here.
Hmm, I wonder if I should just explore, after all I haven’t had a chance to explore last time considering I was forbidden from moving my head and felt intense pressure prohibiting me from moving because of Satan. There appears to be a distinct lack of such pressure now although I can still slightly feel it.
I do a slow 360 rotation so that I can intake all the information about the cavern I am in.
Well, that answers the stalagmite question, there are stalagmites at the edge of all the sides of the cave. Hmm, completely pointless question now that I think about it.
The cavern has dimensions that appear to be 100x50x8 (Length x Width x Height).There are stalactites hanging from every possible place in the ceiling, with some earthen pillars here and there going from the ceiling to the ground.
Hmm, there is no light source at all, as opposed to what I believed initially. Rather, the light is probably just my eyes capability to see in the dark. Hmmmm, that is not a bad power I must say.The air here feels clean as well, with me having no trouble breathing, well at least when not in the presence of Satan, his aura is still terrifying although his actions are harmless.
There appears to be an exit opposite of the throne. However, strangely enough although I can feel that that place is an exit, it is pitch black , seeming to absorb even the lack of light into itself. It is similar to a black hole I suppose. Well if anything goes wrong when I jump through there, so be it, after all I am already dead.
I walk to the black doorway and start to feel a pulling sensation, but it does not feel like a physical pull, but rather that of a mental pull as though saying, “Enter me, you must and you get no choice in this matter.”
Hmm, well this doorways sensation is unpleasant, well I guess I shall see what is behind it, it can’t be worse than death.
As I step right in front of it I suddenly lose my sight and all my senses for a second before appearing in a new location.
… What the hell is this.