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The screams of those who were born to fade away tears the silence.
Barely lighted hallways, not a simple prision, not just a nasty dungeon but an operational machine,
every cell keeps a man, no, not a man, but the shadows, stripes of the souls of both men and women of all kind and natures. From those who fell victims of the sickest ones at the castle of Gomorra to the most psichotic beings the unhuman can deliver.
This demonic creation is divided in four individual sections:
The mankindly desired
This, the first one hold locked up those who can be acepted with pleasure within the bounds of racionality. The most renowned are:
Faust: A fairly thin gentleman, sitting on his nasty bed in a pretty fancy way, playing with a beautiful red rose between his fingers. He gazes at his cell wondering how his lover is, the escence of romantisism and perennial love.
Lucy: Amused she stares at the roof where a dirty leak drips drops of dark water, asking herself how would it be to be just a nice, cold, efimeral drop, and she lays on the floor waiting to become a drop of water with a masive thunder of inocence on her face.
Demian: The elegant one. This creature stand on the light complaining about the vulgarity and simplicity of his cage. With images of beauty and symetrical redecoration he stays peaceful, the wisher of aesthetics.
Alice: A tiny but voluptuous women with with the hair of golden clothelines, staring at her reflection on a dirty puddle. Dressed in the old England way, as an aristocrat would be, with a long dress and an emerald green corset, conceited beauty.
And so the list of prisioners go on to exactly one hundred names, not one more not one less. These are those who by the way they were are condemned to be the all time all place watched by the critical eye of the humans, sentenced to be public figures until the end.
Targets of innominable hatred
Here, in an even more disgusting area are found in secured cages the creatures who found pleasure in the crimes they commited.
Alistair: The most famous of this area, always thinking, depressive, he psychologically tortured a man until the point of making him push his beloved one until the point of her despiting him. He watched this and this was the reason he became son hated that he got locked up into this area.
Azmodeus: Named after a powerful demon, this malevolent woman attained that title by drowning her parent in their bathtub and then cooked and eated them. The cook she's also called, the true nature of betrayal and patricide, only loyal to herself and even like that, this is not true all the time.
Belphegore: The ultimate manipulator, the mastermind. The laziness of this fiend got him to the point of making two women serve him with religious care. One good day, one of them triped and threw the food to the wall, angry he called the other one and made her choke her to death, after this he shoot the one standing himself. Skill and manipulation.
All of them nasty and fearless beings who loved pain so much that they eventually became pain and suffering. 100 names, 100 creatures fills this zone too.
Demential pavillion
The biggest area of this place. He are closely watched the ones who were born or became the unussual disturbance, the criminally ill.
Ophelia: The shining star of the pavillion. In the palm of her right hand she carves the word "fear" as she calls herself, while tears fall into the wound mixing with the blood. Speaking to herself she licks her lips.
Azrael: A regular pale white man sitting on the darkest corner of his cell, almost glowing in the shadows, eating. The autodestruction, a closer look reveals how, growling, he bites and take pieces of his own flesh and skin with an ominous smile.
Many oh so many names can be added to this heretic list but, time is not enough and, as I said, this is the largest pavillion, counting with 197 aberrations consumed by dementia.
And finally the most hideous and horrible, the simple mention of this last one can make the men crumble and shake in fear.
The hall of the damned
in the bottom of this place, incrusted on a dirty hole on the wall far away, locked, chained, blindfolded, muzzled, stacked by the shoulders, guarded by Leviathan:
Dante: Breathing hardly due to the pain, he lies laughing. Once he was the guardian of Tsukuyomi, the godess of the moon, abandoned but maddened, he waits with a smile, blindly, he waits for the day when his deity shall come back, until then, he's traped, not to be used, but to be sealed.
Yes, i said used. All this creatures are masks, mimetism created and conquered by the only monster able to hold them all.
An unhuman shows his hand to a woman, a woman who, he can see, truly have two faces, divided between love and hate, the primigenial duality, one is the one who loves him madly and the other is the one who, trapped, left with no other choice, became his aprentice, longing to learn the secret to attain the power of the most ominous demon of the averno: Legion
