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Perhaps you might imagine that you’ve finally met your end, or worse, that you’ve damned yourself by action or inaction. Thus is the fate of those who dabble in things beyond mortal comprehension. Perchance you realize that your next destination is the fiery pits below. After all, a virtuous sort would not meet their end in the way you supposedly have.
Fear not, the darkest pits are for the most sinful of souls. You could not compare. For one such as you, a lesser punishment awaits. It is no purgatory or limbo, but it beats being damned. At least, that’s what you’ll tell yourself.
Now I’m sure you’re aware, there are many views of what the great beyond has in store for you. In this particular case, there are only seven possibilities to worry about. One for each sin. I’m sure you know how it goes, but let’s break it down for you just in case.
The first layer is Lust, no limbos or anything like that. We go straight to the most basic of misdeeds. You might wonder what horrors await, but I assure you, this place is not the fiery pits, the horrors are much less.
When you arrive in Lust, you’ll find it looks just like home, your childhood home, your grandmother’s home, maybe a babysitter’s home. Somewhere deep in your memories, and just as nostalgic. Don’t you remember how big everything felt when you were younger? Imagine that times a hundred. It’s like your home, but it never ends, there’s no outside, and the doors and halls warp and twist like a dream.
As long as you’re there, you’ll feel young, but not quite youthful. As if your teenage self were stranded in your memories of elementary school. But don’t worry, you won’t be alone. The caretaker of Lust is kindly and sweet. In fact, she’s just like your own mother, or whoever your preferred maternal figure is. Well, maybe not exactly like them, just a little off in their features, their voice, or their manner of speech. So, while you might see your mother, you can tell it’s just something wearing her skin, but still doing its best to act the part.
I know what you’re thinking, what does this have to do with Lust? Well, it’s simple, my dear. Where does Lust start? In those lovely days of early puberty, when you’re first realizing what it means to feel pleasure. Now imagine being stuck at that point in your life, both aware and unaware of all those feelings, forever.
Thus, is life in this layer of Lust, that of a frustrated and confused teenager, trapped even earlier in your childhood, under the watchful eye of something wearing your mother’s face. You’ll want nothing more than to relieve yourself. To take some time to figure it all out. Too bad Momma is always going to be looking over your shoulder, always in your business, always appearing right when you need alone time. And pity those poor fools who can’t hold it in when she arrives. Embarrassment is the least of their worries. I hope you’re into humiliation, because that’s all you’ll experience in the first layer.
If you don’t like it, there’s always the second layer, Gluttony. A bit more privacy down there, no more imposter moms looking over your shoulder. Gluttony is more like an infinite food court, or maybe endless food stalls at a carnival, or even a small town with a smattering of restaurants.
The thing about Gluttony is that you might think you’re not allowed to eat, but you can eat anytime you want. It’s just that finding something you want to eat might be hard. It may be a realm of seemingly endless options for food, but it’s always those places you just can’t stand. Perhaps it’s that one chicken place where the food tastes like cardboard, or a greasy pizzeria that made you sick, or that one foreign place where everything is just too exotic for your delicate palate. Some poor suckers end up in a recreation of their least favorite small town that has but one restaurant that they hated with all their soul.
The food is all free, you can eat as much as you want, but not as little as you want. You might hate every place you see, but eventually your hunger will win, and you’ll sit down to eat, and then the fun begins. You’ll eat and eat and eat, the food will be so much better than usual when you’re so hungry. Those first few bites will make you wonder why you hated these places in the first place. Then you’ll keep eating and eating and when you finally realize you might want to stop, you’ll be kindly fed some more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more…
When you finally come to, sick to your stomach wouldn’t even be a strong enough word to describe how you’ll feel. You’ll never want to eat again, not that you could eat with how fat you’ll feel. You’ll spend a good amount of time regretting every indulgence in your life. It’ll be easy at first, you’ll have so much fat to burn that you won’t need to eat for years. Eventually, though, you’ll digest it all and finally remember what it’s like to be hungry. Alas, from then on, every time you try to find food, you’ll be denied. All those pervasive stores in this endless realm will suddenly close right before you get there. Every scrap of food you look for will be just out of reach, or you’ll find a way to lose it.
After having spent years wishing you’d never eat again, you’ll finally get your wish. You’ll spend years denied food until you waste away into a shriveled-up, starving little mass. Until one day you make it to a restaurant just in time, and finally you’ll get to eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat…
And you’ll begin the punishment all over again.
If you’re really lucky, you’ll be one of those precious few who have their own special indulgences to torment them. The alcoholics are fun, they don’t even remember they’ve died. The drug addicts do remember, but they’re too busy chasing a high they’ll never get again. You could call other things an indulgence, like sleep or recreation, but most of those end up in sloth, so we’ll get to them later…
To be Continued…
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What kind of fate can you expect when even the fiery pits don't want you?
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