Because I Couldn' Stop for Death

[ceasetoexist]

[Well Pokey has had a busy week. Tripping balls over hallucinogenic gas. Bothering a bunch of people and running through their yards as he tried to get away from his hallucination. Getting beaten to death. Beating to death the drone of the person who beat him to death. Getting droned for beating that person to death.

Needless to say, getting killed and then killing someone in the span of a few days has brought a question to mind.]

Hey. Yeah. I’m curious.

Like I know we don’t die here, not really since we come back…what do you all think happens to us after we really do die? Like, do you believe in a Heaven and Hell and all that jazz, or something else, or nothing at all?

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...What's the cost?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Someone bright enough to realize nothing is free.]

There always has to be a price.

When you die your soul will also belong to Hell. You will never know the joys of heaven. You will be left to wander through a world of pain and agony.

For all of eternity

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Heh.

Pass then.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[She blinks and seems to be out of her monologue.]

Very well.

[She'll put the doll back.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Being in the same place with the person I hate for all eternity would be a bit much.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

Hell is a large place.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

He'd still be there.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

True.

To many people that doesn't matter.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It matters to me. I don't want to see him ever again.