To Hell and Back Again

In the calm woods on Monte Carlos there was the sudden compression of air earth and starlight followed by the clap of Thunder as all of it was shunted away from its condenced position. Where there had been a small meadow, full of flowers and grass was a creater just as big but surprisingly shallow.

In the center lay at tall man of non descript height on the ground in dark clothes. Shirt black as the sky, pants as brown as the dirt he now lay. Leather shoes of fine quality and a red scarf wrapped many times around the neck. He blinked at the sky in confusion with red eyes... There was the smell of ozone in the air.

Sensation...that shouldn't be. Thought...that could not have been. Before...I, there is now self, I was...an idea. I have a name, but I should not have a name... INFERNI MANIFESTUM. I am called Hell...but that is a place....not me? I was concept, but now I be...

Inferni lay upon the ground stunned as his thoughts trailed into the nothing of self. Wisps of energy rose from his arms as the glowing benevolent yet baleful light faded from forearms and hands. There was no sound, then the snap of a twig to break the silence. into the sky he asked with the voice of many "Quid est ?", Why do I exist...

The Crack of the twig was actually from a piece of rock finishing a fall from the sky, it was shortly followed by tiny insignificant pebbles and small rocks raining from the sky for a brief second before it was over a suddenly as it had begun. Realizing to himself that he wasn't going to be getting any answers here he proceeded to stand.

Once standing he looked around his broad muscle bound form turning around. A distance away he saw a hill, thinking he could get a vantage point bettrr better then what he had here standing in a shallow crater. So with an unhurried pace began to walk, dirt falling off of him and to the ground as he walked. Even just walking a short distance away soon there was no dirt attached to his skin or clothing.

Hell was making his way towards the hill a inevitable fashion. The same inevitability that made mountains crumble and stars burn out in the sky. It wasn't long at all though, probably not even a minute, when he saw a form coming towards him in the night. Unconscious movements made Hell pull his shoulder blades together and straighten his back and faint thin baleful light began to beam from his arms making them look like they had been shredded by some magical creature and he bleed the light. But of course that wasn't actually the case, Hell couldn't bleed. He was a concept...the... Fear Of Eternal Judgment? Or something akin to that. It's had to tell some concepts away from others.

But as the figure closed the difference in the distance between them Hell stopped moving, evaluating and assessing with his red eyes. Ice blue hair catching in the wind. Ashen bone white skin tight over corded mucles hiden beneath. "Benedictus qui venit?" Who comes? his voice of many voices called into the night challenging the figure moving towards him.

This man before him looked average, at least Hell didn't have much else to compare him to yet. But the man didn't understand him and shoot out a couple of phrases all of which Inferni knew and understood. Something inside of him seemed to click and the next time he spoke it was in English but it seemed the one that spoke Latin faded back into the chorus of other voicrs.

"I spoke to thee, I command an answer. Who comes and stands before me?" his tone hard and defensive as the light on his arms already baleful shifted to redish tones as if in warning. He didn't stand in any fighting stances but he seemed as if not to need one.

The man spat at the ground before claiming the Inferni was a Demon. Well that was just simply untrue. In a chorus of choices that shook the Leaves closest to him he spoke truth. "I am Inferni Manifestum and I am no lowly demon, creature! I am Concept Manifest! Now I speak truth once more and command. Who stands before my path!?"

Standing there at the edge of a meadow facing down a man creature Inferni looked out of place but yet his precence proclaimed that he was a force of the will of the universe itself. Something may stand in his way now, but as the stream cuts a Canyon through the rock so to shall Hell continue upon his path.

Hell nodded at the introduction and the simple introduction seemed to release a tension and the baleful red light coming from his arms dimmed and changed to an azure as well as gain and air of benevolence. "I had no control over my conception. The universe deemed that my manifestation was to be in this meadow."

Unbeknownst to the two figures at a standoff the ground in which Inferni had turned up in his appearance would now actually be more fertile in the next few days.

"I cannot appologize for something not of my doing. And if you wish me gone I feel driven to find the city upon this island. Could you point me in the proper direction, or perhaps guide me from this place?" Hell's voice had dropped back down to proper talking ranges, but there was still the choir of others talking at the same time below Hell's current tones in many untold and forgotten and new tounges.