“Answer me
these questions three...”
Alex Trebek*
#quote
Today I stared
in the depths of space and found a cookie. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Triangles Of
Hell
Between each of
the Circles of Hell there are many Squares of Hell. And between the
Squares of Hell there are the Triangles of Hell. I, Zok The
Unimportant, live in one of those Triangles. They've never been bad
places to live. Well for us demons, as was the rule for every bit of
Hell. Humans resided in the Circles, but other creatures resided in
the other shapes of Hell. Between the Triangles lay even more parts
of Hell, but I live where the souls of plants are prosecuted for
their sins.
I don't know
what happens in the other Circles too much. I think when demons give
enough punishment a soul may move on to be altered anew. I wasn't
important enough for the head demons to tell me how God, ran the
endgame. All I knew was the day to day of my life. I prosecuted the
plants for their sins. Right now I watched over a field of roses, or
rather their souls. Now they felt more than they did when in their
mortal form.
They told me my
job, to trim them with various tools based on the daily orders. After
awhile the souls vanished. I didn't quite understand what soul roses
could commit. Did pricking a finger count as a sin, even though it
merely was self defense?
One rose didn't
have any thorns. With that I couldn't even think of what sin it could
commit. I didn't harm it, even though my job told me to. When I
finished my rounds my boss appeared, another demon with the same red
scales and curly horns that I had, but with a fine suit. He took out
a club and hit me across the face. A right he possessed in the
Triangles of Hell, or any other part.
“You missed
one,” he told me. He turned around. He did notice that I didn't
damage the thornless rose. The club he hit me with shattered bones,
but my demonic body recovered quickly and painfully. With a blow that
strong I knew he wouldn't check again to see if I got it. From then
on I wondered if I did make the right decision in judging the soul
myself.
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