The Celestial Movement:
In a distant part of the Celestial Movement of the Symphony, where the strains
of Creation have hardly begun, rests the realm known as Hell. There the music
of reality goes unheard, drowned out by the discordant noise of innumerable
personal tunes as each inhabitant strives to reshape the Symphony in it's image.
It is where the Rebels, defeated and cast from Heaven, fled to rebuild their
strength and prepare to fight the War once more.
Hell was constructed as a solemn mockery of Heaven, reshaped by a barely-cooperating committee. It reflects the selfishness of it's masters, being a twisted and harsh parody of what the Fallen once knew. Even the scenes of beauty (and there are scenes of beauty) conceal a grotesquery that is impossible to fully descibe in a mortal tongue.
There is no lower Hell, as there is a higher Heaven. Mortal souls that find themselves here after death are trapped, unable to progress further along their chosen path, and become the food and playthings of the demons that reside there. The ethereal spirits that swore allegience to Hell also visit, bringing their tribute of essence to their infernal rulers.
Get your own Free Homepage