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#[abel] fatigue and waiting
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I managed to get to away
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archiveikemen · 9 months
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'Villain Wants To Bother The Little Robin' Story Event: Premium END
Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight Route
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After washing up and changing into a nightgown, a wave of fatigue washed over me the instant I laid down on the bed.
(I need to brace myself for tomorrow… I have to…)
While I went through the plans for tomorrow in my head, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier—,
I soon fell asleep.
— Click. The room door slowly creaked open, and I was woken up in the middle of the night.
(Huh… what time is it right now…?)
(— Wait. This is Her Majesty’s bed chamber, who on earth would come in at this hour?)
A chill ran down my spine. Jude and Ellis were resting in a separate room.
(No way, could it really be Abel?)
(But only people in the palace have the key to this room.)
(Did Abel steal the key? … Or rather, could the mastermind behind the assassination plot be someone working in the palace?)
Through the canopy curtain, I saw the shadow of a person approaching the bed.
(This is not the time to be playing detective! What do I do… should I slip out from the other side of the bed?)
(If I can sneak out of the room without getting caught, I should be able to get Jude and Ellis.)
(Our mission will be completed.)
(Honestly, I doubt that’d be possible, but — I don't have any other choice.)
Holding a pillow like a shield, I stealthily reached for the canopy curtain, and at that very moment…
The person raised his arm, holding something sharp in his hand—
Man’s Voice: — Oof!
A kick to his side caused him to fall onto the floor.
(W-What… what’s going on…)
I fearfully opened the canopy curtain and looked outside,
There stood Jude, stepping on a man dressed as a royal guard.
Jude: Isn’t it rude to be shrieking in Her Majesty's room in the middle of the night? I don't know, though.
Uniformed Man: You… you're Her Majesty's bodyguard—
Jude: You’re the secretary of that well esteemed minister who wears glasses, yes?
Jude: And why were you up to something with such a dangerous object in your hand?
Uniformed Man: Tch… I’ll kill you as well…
The man crawled out from under Jude’s foot and picked up his knife again.
Uniformed Man: This is supposed to be “a crime committed by the American Ambassador”... I’ll be in trouble if this doesn't go as planned.
Ellis: Trying to frame another person…?
Uniformed Man: Wah!?
The man raised his hand again, but it was caught and twisted by someone else’s hand that reached out from behind him.
Ellis: … That’s a bad thing to do. I doubt it'll make anyone happy.
Uniformed Man: I-It hurts— mmph.
He tried to cry out in pain, but Jude violently slapped a hand over his mouth.
I could still hear him groaning in pain despite his nose and mouth being covered.
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Jude: Shut up, you’ll wake the “Queen”.
Ellis: … The Queen’s aide has a question for you.
Ellis wrapped a hand around the man’s neck and tightened his grip.
Jude: Collapse due to lack of oxygen or be put to sleep peacefully. Make your choice.
Uniformed Man: Mm… mmm…! !
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Ellis: Jude doesn't usually let people choose. You should hurry up and answer him.
Uniformed Man: Mmph… mm…!
Jude: Ah—? What was that? I couldn't catch it.
Uniformed Man: Ggh… ugh…
The man lost all the strength in his body, and Jude threw him down like a filthy object.
Ellis swiftly caught him, bound him up with rope, and dragged him to a corner of the room where he rolled the man over.
(... W-Wow… he’s so skilled…)
Once again, they were people who existed on the dark side of the world.
I was petrified after witnessing first hand how horrible it would be to make an enemy of them…,
Jude: … So.
Kate: Ah!
Swoosh. The canopy curtains were pulled open without hesitation, causing me to nearly tumble off the bed while still holding onto the pillow.
Jude: You’re some nasty Queen, having peeping as your hobby.
Ellis: … You must've been terrified. Everything’s alright now, Kate.
I was faced with two completely different types of smiles again. An agitating sneer and an amicable smile.
This time, I wasn’t confused about what facial expression to make. My facial expression relaxed.
Kate: Thank you so much… both of you.
Kate: But… how did you know what was happening?
Ellis: There was a sweet smell coming from your crown.
Kate: Huh…?
Jude: The crown was tampered with. Someone spread nectar on it, causing the bird to be attracted to it and causing the commotion.
Kate: The crown…?
Ellis: Someone approached the crown before the audience session began, and so Jude went to investigate.
Jude: We kept a close eye on the bespectacled minister, because he claimed to be the last person who inspected the crown.
Jude: That bastard was once heavily involved with an extremist military faction, and they had the guts to cause a ruckus just to make a profit.
(What the…)
Kate: Committing treason against Her Majesty and attempting to pin the blame on someone who seems like a genuinely kind person… they’re the absolute lowlifes.
When I muttered my thoughts aloud, Jude raised an eyebrow in amusement.
Jude: Hah, I’m surprised. … Say something like “there was no need to treat him that way”.
Kate: … He’s alive, right?
Ellis: Yeah, of course. Victor said not to kill him, because he has some questions to ask him.
Kate: Because they tried to take someone’s life…
Kate: Both the secretary and the minister backing him should prepare to suffer.
Kate: … I feel no sympathy for them.
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Jude • Ellis: …
(At least, Jude and Ellis are aware that they will face retribution for their actions… and they’re prepared for when that time comes.)
While I didn't think that was a good thing, I also didn't think that it was necessarily bad.
That was my honest opinion after participating in a number of missions with the two of them.
Jude: Hah, you finally caught on.
Ellis: Should I hurt that person even more? How much should I torment him?
Kate: N-No need to go any further…!
Ellis: Really…?
When I rushed to stop him, Ellis put his knife away, hanging his head slightly.
(These two are quite the troublesome pair.)
(And yet, having someone they trust by their side… might be the strongest source of support.)
Jude: Sigh… I’m so tired because of this unreliable princess.
Jude sat himself down on the bed before falling back onto it.
Jude: It’s almost morning. That weirdo aide to the Queen better pay me extra for working through the night.
I hurriedly spoke up the moment he was about to shut his eyes.
Kate: Um, excuse me, that’s my bed…
Jude: Ah? It’s Her Majesty's bed, not yours.
Ellis: Oh, Jude is so unfair.
Ellis moved to the other side of the bed and laid down, leaving only a space for me between him and Jude.
Ellis: Shall I sleep here too?
Kate: E-Ellis…?
Ellis: Let’s sleep together, Kate.
Kate: Sleep togeth—... uh… wait, WHAT!?
(Together… WITH THESE TWO!?)
Jude: You’re so noisy.
Ellis: Alrighty, come here.
Kate: Wah…!?
He pulled me and I fell onto the bed.
Despite how wide Her Majesty's bed was, it still felt cramped to be laying in between two grown men.
(S-So near…)
Jude had no intention to make room for me, and Ellis seemed to want as little room between us as possible.
I was sandwiched between two of them. Our shoulders, arms, and legs were touching.
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Jude: Your body temperature is rising… are you a kid?
Ellis: So warm and cozy… hey, can I hug you?
Kate: N-No…!
I responded while facing the ceiling. No matter which side I turned to, it was too awkward to handle.
Jude: Pfft, you’re blushing. You lewd woman.
Jude rested on his elbow next to me, looking down at me with a mocking smile.
Kate: Don't you think it's inappropriate to get into someone’s bed like this…?
Jude: Isn’t it? Only scoundrels would do that.
Ellis: You want to get naughty? Okay, let's do it.
Kate: Wha…?
While laying next to me, Ellis looked right at me and made an outrageous suggestion.
Ellis: Ah, maybe you prefer to do it with Jude? Or both of us?
Jude: Oi, leave me out of this.
Jude: Go ahead if you want to. I’ll just be here watching from the sidelines. You’re into that sort of stuff, aren't you?
Ellis: Is that so? In that case, shall we?
The words coming from both sides were making my face turn red and hot.
Kate: Please get off the bed and return to your own rooms…
Ellis: … I’ll get worried if I leave you alone, though.
Kate: Ugh…
Jude: This bed is comfortable, I’m not leaving.
Kate: … D- Damn it…!
Faced with my fatigue, Ellis’ innocence, and Jude’s arrogance,
— I gave up on thinking.
Kate: Fine, go ahead and be like this…! Good night!
I pulled the sheets up to my face, blocking my view of them.
Jude: Pfft, what the hell kind of sleeping position is this?
Ellis: She’s hiding. This feels lonely.
The two of them were completely unbothered. A few minutes later, I heard them fall asleep…
Enveloped by the peaceful sounds, their body warmth, and the sweet smell of them, I unknowingly fell asleep as well.
A few days later.
News of the assassination attempt was kept from the public.
The American Ambassador departed from the palace with the same bright smile he arrived with.
In a horrifying turn of events— the bespectacled minister had mysteriously vanished along with his position in the government. And also—
Ellis: Ah, there she is. Over here, Kate.
Kate: … Sorry to have kept you waiting.
Jude: Hah, you look more nervous than you were during the mission.
We agreed to do each other a favour if we successfully completed the mission without having our identities exposed. And today was the day to decide what those “favours” would be.
(It’s Jude and Ellis I made a deal with, of course they're going to keep their word.)
As much as they made great allies, I was made very well aware of how dangerous it would be to have them as my enemies.
I gulped down and turned to them with the biggest smile I could make.
Ellis: I’m so excited… well then, Kate,
Jude: Shall I do you a “favour”?
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rp-partnerfinder · 1 month
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⊹ aurie, 23 , fem prns, EST ; a writer who LOVES her storylines, worldbuilding & character dev!
⊹ looking for ; 20+! would love some writer buddies who love layered worlds, stories & mutual blorbo suffering—
⊹ preferences ; fxm, ocxoc, adult characters, 18+ nsfw content, adv. lit. 600 - 1k avg per post — 1-2 replies per week, absolutely no one-liners & no doubles.
⊹ others ; i’m active in the evening & love ooc, plotting, playlists, headcanons the more content the better! I have chronic fatigue so please be understanding, I try my best to match and seriously appreciate mutual engagement.
⊹ contact ; will share in dms! I intend to rp on discord. come with samples & concept ideas!
⚰️ TRINITY BLOOD, ᝰ.ᐟ
⊹ elmnts ; romance, drama, mystery, corruption, duality, gothic intrigue, theotech fantasy, religious symbolism etc. plot + setting open to creative liberty!
⊹ pair & ideas ; M/C is a crusnik─a bloodhound of cardinal sforza and an elite sister of the vatican. I'm open to all kinds of characters played against her, so long as they are vampires & vatican aligned. I do have a few ideas if you'd like to use one of them, anything from physicians to fellow priests (or a nun <3); templars and cardinals however are off-limits, unless your argument is very good.
𝟬𝟭 former acquaintances, reconnecting after many faked deaths, they've rediscovered old feelings, and attractions left unsaid.
𝟬𝟮 mutual attraction kept secret due to their positions. Y/C eventually sees M/C as a challenge. someone he can't have but desperately wants. she's confident a relationship only leads to more tragedy.
⊹ notes ; if you're wondering about canon characters, I can play abel, possibly cain as well as catarina. I can't wait to hear from you; I've got full documents for my MUSE, PLOT, SAMPLES & ABOUT ME in case you wanna know more about me ^^
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findyourrp · 1 month
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⊹ aurie, 23 , fem prns, EST ; a writer who LOVES her storylines, worldbuilding & character dev!
⊹ looking for ; 20+! would love some writer buddies who love layered worlds, stories & mutual blorbo suffering—
⊹ preferences ; fxm,, ocxoc, adult characters, 18+ nsfw content, adv. lit. 600 - 1k avg per post — 1-2 replies per week, absolutely no one-liners & no doubles.
⊹ others ; i’m active in the evening & love ooc, plotting, playlists, headcanons the more content the better! I have chronic fatigue so please be understanding, I try my best to match and seriously appreciate mutual engagement.
⊹ contact ; will share in dms! I intend to rp on discord. come with samples & concept ideas!
⚰️ TRINITY BLOOD, ᝰ.ᐟ
⊹ elmnts ; romance, drama, mystery, corruption, duality, gothic intrigue, theotech fantasy, religious symbolism etc. plot + setting open to creative liberty!
⊹ pair & ideas ; M/C is a crusnik─a bloodhound of cardinal sforza and an elite sister of the vatican. I'm open to all kinds of characters played against her, so long as they are vampires & vatican aligned. I do have a few ideas if you'd like to use one of them, anything from physicians to fellow priests (or a nun <3); templars and cardinals however are off limits, unless your argument is very good.
𝟬𝟭 former acquaintances, reconnecting after many faked deaths, they've rediscovered old feelings, and attractions left unsaid.
𝟬𝟮 mutual attraction kept secret due to their positions. Y/C eventually sees M/C as a challenge. someone he can't have but desperately wants. she's confident a relationship only leads to more tragedy.
⊹ notes ; if you're wondering about canon characters, I can play Abel, possibly cain as well as catarina! I can't wait to hear from you; I've got full documents for my MUSE, PLOT, SAMPLES & ABOUT ME in case you wanna know more about me ^^
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[There's an "incoming call" alert beeping at X and they're really not in the mood to deal with it. They forward it to Angela, totally missing how her eyes narrow in frustration.]
[It's a video message from Abel.]
X. We are having...
[Abel looks visibly worried.]
...a problem in Architecture. Abram is sick, and the only one of us who can get into his room isn't strong enough to lift him. Please come down here at your earliest convenience. This is very much a time-sensitive issue, so I'm relaxing what restrictions I can for the duration.
Thank you.
[The message ends there. It's got an extra instruction at the end for Angela - apparently Abel anticipated that this X might pass off the responsibility...]
[Angela mentally facepalms, walks over, and plays the message to X over their protests.]
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cloudberry-sims · 2 years
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A Decade Through Time: The Alderberg Legacy: Year 1589
I thought it was going to be a nice year… 
From the Beginning I Currently
Winter was the season which meant two things: Less work yet more to do. 
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William spends his time carving furniture and statues out of wood to be sold while Rebecca took care of the little ones. 
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Griffyn , along with Margery and Ursula spent their winter days doing different things. Sometimes they went out together to skate on the pond. 
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Perhaps one day they wanted paint a painting? 
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Or carve a horse out of wood fantasies of being a knight? 
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Or study the holy book and it’s many stories and mysteries of the watcher. Winter gave endless of possibility yet it all depended on the day and how they felt. 
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Sweet Noah turned 6th that winter. He was still very much easily impressed boy who loved nature , but he had a habit of mooching of his family. He always asked for extra food and a shiny coin or two , much to his parents amusement and annoyances. 
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The Horthalls had finally moved to their new home- Horthall Hall , that winter. It was the most beautiful house in all of Outland and earned by Arthur's hard work and skills as successful business man. 
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Arthur and Eleanor loved the house , yet she secretly wished he had just renovated their previous home instead as the house cost more gold her family has ever owned. Even with money now Eleanor was frugal and humble. 
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But she couldn’t worry about that , as she had other matters that worried her more. She has been feeling quite ill as of late and sore all over. 
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She starts to suspect that she was with child , but it cant be true , right?  
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Avigail alongside her father celebrated their 13th and 40th birthday in the new house. 
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She spent her time studying to become a wife of a merchant , as her beloved father got letters after letters for her hand in marriage. He has yet to accept anyone for her, which she was thankful for yet it urge her that it would not be her choice. 
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He had accepted a betrothal for Abel , yet the wedding date was yet to be set on paper . She wonder why her father was deciding for them whom to marry when he married their mother for love, yet Arthur thinks it was different and called her dramatic. 
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3 months after Avigail Horthall’s 13th birthday , Sybil Wardeby joined her in adolescents. Still very devote to this day , she goes and prays at the Outland church, but her reasons to pray were less virtuous. 
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She prays to be salvaged , to vanquish this feeling of hopelessness and failure in her soul and mind , to grant her a life which she would be proud of - A life of true happiness and joy. What ever plans the watcher has for her she will welcome with open arms , if only they would answer back...
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At the Alderberg home , Rebecca had her own speculations running inside her mind. 
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She has not been feeling great this past couple of months as she felt nauseous and tired, vomiting had become a almost daily thing. 
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William shared her worries, but they both held into the hope that this might just be pregnancy symptoms and that in 9 months time they be welcoming another child. 
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But everything changed from joy to despair, when it became clear to both William and Rebecca that she was not expecting a baby, but that she was dying.
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Her skin started to yellow, pain on her upper right portion of her abdomen with swelling, endless vomiting and nausea with a deadly fatigue. 
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The last words Rebecca told William that she loved him with all her earthly being and that she will be waiting for him with her lost babies. That if he felt lonely or wished for companionship that it was okay to remarry or if it was for their children’s sake.
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 That was 3 days before she passed away , at the age 30... 
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Rebecca’s burial had to be pushed until winters end but for William it would be a forever winter. Rebecca was his one true love; it had been a relationship built on true love and not because of their parents or for anyone’s benefit. 
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He had always ignored when sims had asked why he had married a girl whom seemed so malicious and harsh, but William knew that she had a heart of pure gold.
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Rebecca was like a rose; Beautiful and delicate,  with sharp needle-like thorns and that how he loved her. That is how he will always remember her as: 
His winter rose , beautiful , ethereal and rare, forevermore. 
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While everyone was mourning the loss of Rebecca and paying respect to her family and pleaded for her soul. Someone was watching and enjoyed the display of grief. 
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It was no other then Mary Kellogg was gleeful at the misery around her. She didn’t feel sympathy towards her uncle nor her cousins and just found the whole ordeal fun to watch. A wicked little girl , that was who Anne’s youngest daughter has turn into be...  
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Joan and Nicolas Chelsey returned with William and the children  after the funeral to discuses what to do and Williams plans for his family. The first question was about if he was ever planing on marrying soon. 
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Joan clearly show that if he would remarry so quickly after her daughters death she would like to remove Ursula from the household.
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It was because if he remarried the woman would have no blood-tie to the girl and she fear mistreatment based of her birth. Nicholas agreed ,sharing his mothers concerns.  
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William , as more tears fell as he told them he would never let any harm come to his children , that includes Ursula. Even though Rebecca gave her blessing , he just couldn’t see himself married to another woman , to call someone other then his beautiful Rebecca his wife , at least not now.
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Joan then suggested that , if William was not gonna get married , that she would move in. Nicholas traveled so often for trade and she had wanted to spend more time with all her grandchildren. That once her own body was in the ground , if he now felt his grief was gone , then he was free to marry once again. William agreed wholeheartedly. 
Not gonna lie , Rebecca’s death maybe me hesitant. I loved her and William’s story and to have to say goodbye made me sad. She had to roll a number higher then 7 , and she rolled a 1. I was not prepared for that , especially since this year had good rolls. 
Rebecca’s cause of death was liver damaged or disease , which one I don’t know ,  since apparently the liver can get fatty and infected by multiples of pregnancies and since its 1500s and people didn’t drink water but ale , mead or wine if rich which are alcohol that can damage the liver. 
William did roll for a remarriage , but I’m extremely torn by it. Rebecca was his one true love and it feels wrong, but I also think if he married it would be for his children sake since the majority of them are under 12 years old. 
AND ELEANOR IS FREAKING PREGNANT! She was not supposed to have anymore kids and boom , she got herself pregnant. Eleanor is 36 so it’s not that bad but man , I was not prepared for that to happen. I decided to let her keep it since Audrey is gonna have her baby next year so they might have a cousin closer in age.
Both Avigail and Sybil rolled for marriage , Avi will be having 6 kiddos and Sybil only 2. 
Honestly I love Sybil ,  she is slowly turning into my favorite cousin , she has some interesting traits: Disciplined , Athletic , Never Nude and now Loser. 
Also Mary Kellogg is the first sim in this entire legacy to be evil! We have had a lot of good sims - Anne , Arthur , Abel , Catherine W , Rebecca,  Owen , Joseph , Ursula , Philip (II). 
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tres-fidelis · 2 years
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Missing in Action : The Disappearance of Kang Cho
It’d been a long two weeks traversing through yet another neighboring city to that of her hometown. Press conferences taking up most mornings and afternoons, interviews and collaboration meetings consuming her evenings, which left Jayden very little time all to herself. At the very least, she managed to pick up a small souvenir for her desk. Even a tiny plush to accompany the many others scattered on her bed. With her return to Abel City, she found herself feeling true exhaustion. 
A full night’s sleep! Wasn’t that a surprise to the very groggy reporter waking up the next morning in her own bed. Smells of sizzling meats mixed with the tantalizing scent of fresh coffee immediately got Jayden off her feet. No slippers. No time to miss out on a homemade breakfast made special by her mother’s own touch. 
“Good morning, Bluebird!” A much smaller woman sporting matching black hair greeted the eager Jayden while she took a seat at the table. “You must have passed out when you came home last night. I didn’t even get to say good night to you, dear!”
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“Well I did get back home last night.” Jayden lightly chuckled, an air of ease and comfort settling upon her shoulders. While busy schedules and little breaks were a common occurrence among the cubicles and editing rooms inside Rocket News, Jayden hardly felt the kind of fatigue when consulting with like-minded individuals employed at other news companies. Friendly competitors, local branches, even seeing former employees from their own home of operations. It was pleasant, but extremely draining all the same. “I barely could find sleep during the trip too. One moment I’m laying down in the hotel bed, and the next my alarm is blasting me to wake up all over again.” 
April smiled sweetly. “Well, I’m happy to see you’re back home safe and sound.” Two plates settled on separate placemats, although an extra pancake sat atop Jayden’s own loaded platter. “You haven’t missed much around here. Although, remember I told you about that new exhibition we’re planning to open at the end of the month?” 
“Mpphm-pff.” That’s a mouthful confirmation. Someone’s stomach was empty this morning. “Something about the timeline of the Robot Masters, right? You have some artifacts and other information surrounding what they did a hundred years ago.”
“Well, thanks to some help from your own friends, we’re expecting to open earlier than scheduled!” 
“That’s awesome!!!” It’d been a long work in progress. Her mother, and Jayden’s assistance periodically during her day’s off, worked extra hard putting this exhibition together. The employed reploids, along with a few Robot Masters themselves, added extra help surrounding most of the physical, unearthed objects. Precious care was taken into restoring most pieces to their former shine. Offline, as well. Some of those items were considered rather dangerous, even when inactive. 
Their conversation continued, all the while enjoying their morning meal before time got the better of them both. Jayden offered washing up the dishes since her mother ran late for a morning staff meeting. A quick kiss, small hug, and loving ‘see you tonight, bluebird’ ended what was…a rather rare circumstance. Dinners were more their thing which they shared, not breakfast. It happened only once in a while, but even so it always made Jayden feel a special kind of warmth. Time with her own mother, chatting about their interests, sharing their excitement…
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….it felt…normal.
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The towering skyscraper loomed over the bustling morning crowd. Coffee in hand, the reporter stepped through the entrance sporting a bright smile. She missed her home office. Not just the work itself, but the people and employees diligently working throughout the day. Some into the night too. The front desk happily greeted her upon entering, even welcoming her return from a long trip. Jayden politely nodded back, heading for the elevators just around the corner. Few others sporting business suits patiently waited until the holo-doors opened. After several stops along the upward track, Jayden arrived on her floor. 
Rocket News. 
What kind of backlog would be waiting on her desk…
…or for that matter, what news events did she miss while away…
Something felt…off as the reporter exited the doors. People murmuring while they passed by, moving on their own without regarding any surrounding obstacles or for that matter, any other person. Jayden moved to the side with a look of straight confusion crossing all features. An air of unease overcame the general sense of a calm, efficient atmosphere. Eyebrows remained upright as the reporter swiftly moved through the halls, passing by the packed editing rooms and occupied desks of other co-workers. Why were others whispering to themselves? What was going on? She knew who would have those kinds of answers.
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“Chief!” The burly man with the mustache Jayden called her Boss. “Hey, what’s with all the commotion around the office?”
For a moment, the older gentleman kept his gaze on his computer. He had something pulled up: a picture of a person, lettering scrolled across the top and bottom. Brown eyes slowly closed with a harsh, horsed sigh beginning what was about to be a rather….unpleasant conversation. “I’m sorry to tell you this but….” His screen swiveled towards Jayden revealing…a missing persons case log.
KANG CHO: FROM THE TECH DEPARTMENT AT ROCKET NEWS
LAST SEEN: XX/XX/21XX
IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ABOUT KANG CHO CALL XXX-XXX-XXXX OR ABEL CITY’S LAW ENFORCEMENT HOTLINE
So many questions flooded her mind in an instant. Kang, of all people, went missing? How, when, what, but most importantly…why? The more those unanswered worries kept cycling, the more Jayden’s own concerns began rising. A spike in sheer anxiety, clear worry written along creased facial features and shrunken irises. Her mouth opened for a moment, but nothing was said. Only an intake of air. 
“I’m just as surprised as you, Jayden. You know well that Kang isn’t someone to ever skip a day of work, without calling in or messaging his supervisor.” He stood up from his desk, walking towards the young reporter with a deflated frown. “After the first day, we thought it may have just been a simple forgotten call. But after the second, another one of the tech guys tried calling his phone. No answer. Not even his own friends knew of his whereabouts either. So…” His head nodded towards the screen. “We’ve gotten nothing for a solid week. It’s like someone plucked him in the middle of the night and took off with him. We’re still deciding whether or not to get the Maverick Hunters involved, but since this may not involve another Reploid-”
“You haven’t tried tracking his phone? Or his watch? All Rocket employees are supposed to have a GPS locator in their watches in case a situation like this were to happen!” 
“We tried!! But…” Another sigh, defeated and ashamed. “-nothing. No signal. It was dead. Someone must have short-circuited the signal or he may be somewhere out of service.”  It was a failure. A co-worker now filed for missing, under his own watch. “I was hoping he may have contacted you at some point, but seeing your reaction makes me think he didn’t have a chance to even call someone.”
A trustful co-worker, a dear friend, gone without her even knowing. While Jayden enjoyed her time away from the limelight of Abel City, something happened to Kang. Of all people…one of her own, here, working together with her under the same roof. The police must be on the case, but if his signal happened to be out of their range, how could they even find him at that point? She knew they needed extra help, not just from their own enforcements. 
…Maverick Hunters? 
Or perhaps…
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“Let me get into discussions with the Hunters.” Jayden confidently assured her boss. Out of all the employees under his watch, she knew how to best negotiate with the Hunters, along with some outside help. “This may not be something under their regulations, but it wouldn’t harm our relationship with them considering this is a missing person’s report. Plus their investigative services may lead us to Kang sooner than later.”
“...I’ll leave that to you then.” The Chief firmly nodded. “I trust you the most with this. Get in contact with Commander Signas as soon as you file the papers I put on your desk. You got a bit of a backlog to configure.” 
“Right. I’ll get on that as soon as possible.” With one last nod of her own, Jayden exited his office beeling right for her own desk. Calls were in order, and hopefully this could be resolved sooner than later. Kang may not have too much time, but since there’s no known information about his current whereabouts, or even the situation he may be in, she knew they were on a time limit. 
Kang’s life may well be on the line. 
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“....Shaska, you better not be too busy…”
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oh my god I fucking found it.
I wanted to find an easy way of reading Dante’s Inferno New Game Plus without having to boot up Frog Fractions 2 and go digging for it, so I opened up the game’s files and starting opening shit in notepad, and the first file I tried did indeed have it. All of it.
Some highlights:
‘You cannot hide or run from the Nacho Man, My arm is long and my eyes see into space; There is no nation that is not the Nacho Nation; Of all the world I am the savior, Pedal to the metal!  Everybody knows it! Oh yeah, let me tell you what I'll do; Through every city shall I will hunt her down, Until I have driven her back to Hell, Where some weaksauce demon let her loose. I know what's best and what is MACHO! Follow me buddy, and I will be your guide, We're going to have a real adventure. You're going to see some pretty gnarly stuff Some ancient ghosts and boogums that go woo, Maybe you'll be sad if you're a wuss; You'll also see some pretty happy folks They're happy mostly because I visit them, Everybody treasures a visit from the Nacho; If you want to go to heaven afterwords, To meet your ladyfriend or whatever; That's where we'll part ways I guess; Because that rightious dude who rules heaven, Has tasked me with bringing macho madness To those less fortunate, so I remain. Heaven is the most macho city of all; And until all are macho I must wait; This is my holy task, a righteous one.'
'Tell me, my Master, tell me, thou my Lord,' Began I, with desire of being certain Of that Faith which o'ercometh every error, 'Came any one by his own merit hence, Or by another's, who was blessed thereafter?' And he, who understood my covert speech, Replied: 'When I first got here, When from the sky a long-haired dude appeared, Almost as glorious as the Nacho Man himself. He grabbed some Bible dudes, I  think they were Abe and Abel and Noah's Ark but not Noah, I think Moses was there too?  It was rad. There were a bunch of others but honestly I can't be bothered to remember right now It really isn't important Past, present, future, It's the best there is. Ohhhh yeah. And then that guy left and never came back.’
I was bent downward, but my living eyes Could not attain the bottom, for the dark; Wherefore I: 'Master, see that thou arrive At the next round, and let us descend the wall; For as from hence I hear and understand not, So I look down and nothing I distinguish.' 'Don't talk,' he said, 'for a while, Seriously.  You fill the air with noise And not the type of madness that I love.'
Wherefore I said: 'Master, these torments here, Will they increase after the mighty sentence, Or lesser be, or will they be as burning?' And he to me: 'Man do I look like a prohpet? Whatever is gonig to happen is going to happen, And I have no way of knowing which is which. These folks are trapped here forever They can't get into heaven, so who cares? It's harsh, but that's how the chips fall.'
'Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!' Thus Plutus with his clucking voice began; And that benignant Sage, who all things knew, Said, to encourage me: 'Don't wig out, We are too macho for this jive turkey, He can't stop us entering the danger zone.' Then he turned round unto that bloated lip, And said: 'Shut up you freakshow; Why not eat yourself for a change? We got a divine purpose, higher than Nachos; The big man upstairs sent us so beat it, We're soaring eagles, you are a slithering snake.'
Dante’s Inferno featuring Randy Savage, below the break.
I N F E R N O N E W  G A M E  P L U S >By Dante Alighieri !CANTO I. Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there. 10/I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way. But after I had reached a mountain's foot, At that point where the valley terminated, Which had with consternation pierced my heart, Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders, Vested already with that planet's rays Which leadeth others right by every road. Then was the fear a little quieted 20/That in my heart's lake had endured throughout The night, which I had passed so piteously. And even as he, who, with distressful breath, Forth issued from the sea upon the shore, Turns to the water perilous and gazes; So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward, Turn itself back to re-behold the pass Which never yet a living person left. After my weary body I had rested, The way resumed I on the desert slope, 30/So that the firm foot ever was the lower. And lo! almost where the ascent began, A panther light and swift exceedingly, Which with a spotted skin was covered o'er! And never moved she from before my face, Nay, rather did impede so much my way, That many times I to return had turned. The time was the beginning of the morning, And up the sun was mounting with those stars That with him were, what time the Love Divine 40/At first in motion set those beauteous things; So were to me occasion of good hope, The variegated skin of that wild beast, The hour of time, and the delicious season; But not so much, that did not give me fear A lion's aspect which appeared to me. He seemed as if against me he were coming With head uplifted, and with ravenous hunger, So that it seemed the air was afraid of him; And a she-wolf, that with all hungerings 50/Seemed to be laden in her meagreness, And many folk has caused to live forlorn! She brought upon me so much heaviness, With the affright that from her aspect came, That I the hope relinquished of the height. And as he is who willingly acquires, And the time comes that causes him to lose, Who weeps in all his thoughts and is despondent, E'en such made me that beast withouten peace, Which, coming on against me by degrees 60/Thrust me back thither where the sun is silent. While I was rushing downward to the lowland, Before mine eyes did one present himself, Who seemed from long-continued silence hoarse. When I beheld him in the desert vast, 'Have pity on me,' unto him I cried, 'Whiche'er thou art, or shade or real man!' He answered me: A man;  a macho man I am, And both my parents were of Ohio, And American by country both of them. 70/'Randy Poffo' was I born, though it was late, And lived at Columbus under the good Eisenhower, During the time of the war in Vietnam. An athlete was I, and I batted in the minors those red birds of Saint Louis, Cardinals, Before the Macho Man took to combat. But brother, why are you going back to such annoyance? Why aren't you heading up to heaven instead, Where all the good people always go?' 'Now, art thou that Macho Man and that fighter 80/To whom there is no limit but the sky?' I made response to him with bashful forehead. 'O, of the other wrestlers honour and light, Avail me the long study and great love That have impelled me to explore thy technique! Thou art my master, and my author thou, Thou art alone the one from whom I took The beautiful style that has done honour to me. Behold the beast, for which I have turned back; Do thou protect me from her, famous Sage, 90/For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.' 'You should head to somewhere less grody,' Responded he, when he beheld me weeping, 'Unlike me, you cannot afford to look ridiculous; Because this beast, at which you are raging, Doesn't ever let anybody past her, She'll mess you up something wicked; She, like me, is a tower of power She is funky like a monkey and hungry too, And after food is hungrier than before. 100/Let me tell you something buddy, She may be strong but compared to her I'm stronger! She better watch out because I'm coming for her. You cannot hide or run from the Nacho Man, My arm is long and my eyes see into space; There is no nation that is not the Nacho Nation; Of all the world I am the savior, Pedal to the metal!  Everybody knows it! Oh yeah, let me tell you what I'll do; Through every city shall I will hunt her down, 110/Until I have driven her back to Hell, Where some weaksauce demon let her loose. I know what's best and what is MACHO! Follow me buddy, and I will be your guide, We're going to have a real adventure. You're going to see some pretty gnarly stuff Some ancient ghosts and boogums that go woo, Maybe you'll be sad if you're a wuss; You'll also see some pretty happy folks They're happy mostly because I visit them, 120/Everybody treasures a visit from the Nacho; If you want to go to heaven afterwords, To meet your ladyfriend or whatever; That's where we'll part ways I guess; Because that rightious dude who rules heaven, Has tasked me with bringing macho madness To those less fortunate, so I remain. Heaven is the most macho city of all; And until all are macho I must wait; This is my holy task, a righteous one.' 130/And I to him: 'Sir, I thee entreat, By that same God whom thou didst never know, So that I may escape this woe and worse, Thou wouldst conduct me there where thou hast said, That I may see the portal of Saint Peter, And those thou makest so disconsolate.' Then he moved on, and I behind him followed. !CANTO II. Day was departing, and the embrowned air Released the animals that are on earth From their fatigues; and I the only one Made myself ready to sustain the war, Both of the way and likewise of the woe, Which memory that errs not shall retrace. O Muses, O high genius, now assist me! O memory, that didst write down what I saw, Here thy nobility shall be manifest! 10/And I began: 'Poet, who guidest me, Regard my manhood, if it be sufficient, Ere to the arduous pass thou dost confide me. Thou sayest, that of Silvius the parent, While yet corruptible, unto the world Immortal went, and was there bodily. But if the adversary of all evil Was courteous, thinking of the high effect That issue would from him, and who, and what, To men of intellect unmeet it seems not; 20/For he was of great Rome, and of her empire In the empyreal heaven as father chosen; The which and what, wishing to speak the truth, Were stablished as the holy place, wherein Sits the successor of the greatest Peter. Upon this journey, whence thou givest him vaunt, Things did he hear, which the occasion were Both of his victory and the papal mantle. Thither went afterwards the Chosen Vessel, To bring back comfort thence unto that Faith, 30/Which of salvation's way is the beginning. But I, why thither come, or who concedes it? I not Aeneas am, I am not Paul, Nor I, nor others, think me worthy of it. Therefore, if I resign myself to come, I fear the coming may be ill-advised; Thou'rt wise, and knowest better than I speak.' And as he is, who unwills what he willed, And by new thoughts doth his intention change, So that from his design he quite withdraws, 40/Such I became, upon that dark hillside, Because, in thinking, I consumed the emprise, Which was so very prompt in the beginning. 'If the Macho Man catches your drift,' Replied that shade of the Champion, 'You're a giant coward baby whiner, And your lameness drags you down awful fierce, It makes you shake like a sad puppydog, Like some sort of weird lame animal thing. Nevertheless stick with the Macho Man 50/And I'll tell you why I'm here right now And why a champ like me would help you. I was pumping iron at the gym one day, When a hot lady ghost came up to me I cannot refuse a pretty lady. She had these killer eyes like wow; And her voice really revved my engine, Here's the madness that she spoke: 'O spirit courteous of Mantua, Of whom the fame still in the world endures, 60/And shall endure, long-lasting as the world; A friend of mine, and not the friend of fortune, Upon the desert slope is so impeded Upon his way, that he has turned through terror, And may, I fear, already be so lost, That I too late have risen to his succour, From that which I have heard of him in Heaven. Bestir thee now, and with thy speech ornate, And with what needful is for his release, Assist him so, that I may be consoled. 70/Beatrice am I, who do bid thee go; I come from there, where I would fain return; Love moved me, which compelleth me to speak. When I shall be in presence of my Lord, Full often will I praise thee unto him.' Then paused she, and thereafter I began: Beatrice, you're super hot I cannot resist. I'll do whatever you say. Nobody else in heaven is as rad as you. I'll happily do whatever you want 80/It's a pleasure to please a lady like you Consider your every desire fulfilled But could you do the Macho one favor It's a lot of work you've asked me to do, So if you could snap into a Slim Jim that'd be rad.' 'Since thou wouldst fain so inwardly discern, Briefly will I relate,' she answered me, 'Why I am not afraid to enter here. Of those things only should one be afraid Which have the power of doing others harm; 90/Of the rest, no; because they are not fearful. God in his mercy such created me That misery of yours attains me not, Nor any flame assails me of this burning. A gentle Lady is in Heaven, who grieves At this impediment, to which I send thee, So that stern judgment there above is broken. In her entreaty she besought Lucia, And said, 'Thy faithful one now stands in need Of thee, and unto thee I recommend him.' 100/Lucia, foe of all that cruel is, Hastened away, and came unto the place Where I was sitting with the ancient Rachel. 'Beatrice' said she, 'the true praise of God, Why succourest thou not him, who loved thee so, For thee he issued from the vulgar herd? Dost thou not hear the pity of his plaint? Dost thou not see the death that combats him Beside that flood, where ocean has no vaunt?' Never were persons in the world so swift 110/To work their weal and to escape their woe, As I, after such words as these were uttered, Came hither downward from my blessed seat, Confiding in thy dignified discourse, Which honours thee, and those who've listened to it.' After she said all that stuff, She was crying, my pecs left her in awe; So I left before I could further blow her mind; And so I found you like she wanted; I totally rocked that wild monster, 120/That was blocking your climb up the mountain. So why is it you're being so lame? What is holding back your Macho Spirit? Why aren't you as cool as I am? Given that three hot chicks are waiting They're in Heaven right now watching the clock, You can trust my word on that my friend.' Even as the flowerets, by nocturnal chill, Bowed down and closed, when the sun whitens them, Uplift themselves all open on their stems; 130/Such I became with my exhausted strength, And such good courage to my heart there coursed, That I began, like an intrepid person: 'O she compassionate, who succoured me, And courteous thou, who hast obeyed so soon The words of truth which she addressed to thee! Thou hast my heart so with desire disposed To the adventure, with these words of thine, That to my first intent I have returned. Now go, for one sole will is in us both, 140/Thou Leader, and thou Lord, and Master thou.' Thus said I to him; and when he had moved, I entered on the deep and savage way. !CANTO III. Through me the way is to the city dolent; Through me the way is to eternal dole; Through me the way among the people lost. Justice incited my sublime Creator; Created me divine Omnipotence, The highest Wisdom and the primal Love. Before me there were no created things, Only eterne, and I eternal last. All hope abandon, ye who enter in!' 10/These words in sombre colour I beheld Written upon the summit of a gate; Whence I: 'Their sense is, Master, hard to me!' And he to me, as one experienced: 'Just don't be suspicious, lil' macho, If you're scared then you'll never make it. We're coming up to a lame-ass place Full of bummed-out sad people Who honestly are not the smartest.' And after he had laid his hand on mine 20/With joyful mien, whence I was comforted, He led me in among the secret things. There sighs, complaints, and ululations loud Resounded through the air without a star, Whence I, at the beginning, wept thereat. Languages diverse, horrible dialects, Accents of anger, words of agony, And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands, Made up a tumult that goes whirling on For ever in that air for ever black, 30/Even as the sand doth, when the whirlwind breathes. And I, who had my head with horror bound, Said:'Master, what is this which now I hear? What folk is this, which seems by pain so vanquished?' And he to me: 'The way they whine And complain about being in pain Teminds them that they're in pain.  It's weird. They're basically just Angels who were selfish I dunno, they didn't go for God or Satan Mostly they just cared about themselves. 40/They got kicked out of heaven But Hell sure as hell won't take them, So really they're like angel hobos.' And I: 'O Master, what so grievous is To these, that maketh them lament so sore?' He answered: 'Alright, well in a nutshell. They can't evr hope to die, Their life as is ain't funky enough, So they just envy everybody else. They have no reputation at all; 50/Good folks and bad both hate them. So gawk if you want, but lets keep rolling.' And I, who looked again, beheld a banner, Which, whirling round, ran on so rapidly, That of all pause it seemed to me indignant; And after it there came so long a train Of people, that I ne'er would have believed That ever Death so many had undone. When some among them I had recognised. I looked, and I beheld the shade of him 60/Who made through cowardice the great refusal. Forthwith I comprehended, and was certain, That this the sect was of the caitiff wretches Hateful to God and to his enemies. These miscreants, who never were alive, Were naked, and were stung exceedingly By gadflies and by hornets that were there. These did their faces irrigate with blood, Which, with their tears commingled, at their feet By the disgusting worms was gathered up. 70/And when to gazing farther I betook me. People I saw on a great river's bank; Whence said I: ' Master, now vouchsafe to me, That I may know who these are, and what law Makes them appear so ready to pass over, As I discern athwart the dusky light.' And he to me: 'Jesus Christ dude You ask so many, TOO many questions Once we get to the river you'll see.' Then with mine eyes ashamed and downward cast, 80/Fearing my words might irksome be to him, From speech refrained I till we reached the river. And lo! towards us coming in a boat An old man, hoary with the hair of eld, Crying: ' Woe unto you, ye souls depraved Hope nevermore to look upon the heavens; I come to lead you to the other shore, To the eternal shades in heat and frost. And thou, that yonder standest, living soul, Withdraw thee from these people, who are dead- 90/But when he saw that I did not withdraw, He said:'By other ways, by other ports Thou to the shore shalt come, not here, for,passage; A lighter vessel needs must carry thee.' And unto him the Guide:'Vex thee not, Charon; It is so willed there where is power to do That which is willed; and farther question not.' There at were quieted the fleecy cheeks Of him the ferryman of the livid fen, Who round about his eyes had wheels of flame. 100/But all those souls who weary were and naked Their colour changed and gnashed their teeth together, As soon as they had heard those cruel words. God they blasphemed and their progenitors, The human race, the place, the time, the seed Of their engendering and of their birth! Thereafter all together they drew back, Bitterly weeping, to the accursed shore, Which waiteth every man who fears not God. Charon the demon, with the eyes of glede, 110/Beckoning to them, collects them all together, Beats with his oar whoever lags behind. As in the autumn-time the leaves fall off, First one and then another, till the branch Unto the earth surrenders all its spoils; In similar wise the evil seed of Adam Throw themselves from that margin one by one, At signals, as a bird unto its lure. So they depart across the dusky wave, And ere upon the other side they land, 120/Again on this side a new troop assembles. 'My son,'the courteous Master said to me, 'All those who perish in the wrath of God Here meet together out of every land; And ready are they to pass o'er the river, Because celestial Justice spurs them on, So that their fear is turned into desire. This way there never passes a good soul; And hence if Charon doth complain of thee Well mayst thou know now what his speech imports.' 130/This being finished, all the dusk champaign Trembled so violently, that of that terror The recollection bathes me still with sweat. The land of tears gave forth a blast of wind, And fulminated a vermilion light, 'Which overmastered in me every sense, And as a man whom sleep hath seized I fell. !CANTO IV. Broke the deep lethargy within my head A heavy thunder, so that I upstarted, Like to a person who by force is wakened; And round about I moved my rested eyes, Uprisen erect, and steadfastly I gazed, To recognise the place wherein I was. True is it, that upon the verge I found me Of the abysmal valley dolorous, That gathers thunder of infinite ululations. 10/Obscure, profound it was, and nebulous, So that by fixing on its depths my sight Nothing whatever I discerned therein. 'We're in space, and space is the place,' Began the Champ, pallid utterly; 'The madness is running wild, and so shall you.' And I, who of his colour was aware, Said: 'How shall I come, if thou art afraid, Who'rt wont to be a comfort to my fears?' And he to me: 'Let me tell you now a man 20/of my position can afford to look ridiculous at any time. Now let's go, follow the Nacho Man.' Thus he went in, and thus he made me enter The foremost circle that surrounds the abyss. There, as it seemed to me from listening, Were lamentations none, but only sighs, That tremble made the everlasting air. And this arose from sorrow without torment, Which the crowds had, that many were and great, 30/Of infants and of women and of men. To me the Master good: 'Why don't you ask Who these dead dudes you're looking at are? Let me tell you about these chumps, They didn't do anything really wrong, But they could not snap into a Slim Jim Because the Slim Jim had not yet been discovered; And if they were before Sim Jims, In the right manner they adored not jerkey; They never knew the breakfast of champions. 40/As a result, they can't go to heaven, I am here as well, mostly to mock them For I did not share my Slim Jims.' Great grief seized on my heart when this I heard, Because some people of much worthiness I knew, who in that Limbo were suspended. 'Tell me, my Master, tell me, thou my Lord,' Began I, with desire of being certain Of that Faith which o'ercometh every error, 'Came any one by his own merit hence, 50/Or by another's, who was blessed thereafter?' And he, who understood my covert speech, Replied: 'When I first got here, When from the sky a long-haired dude appeared, Almost as glorious as the Nacho Man himself. He grabbed some Bible dudes, I  think they were Abe and Abel and Noah's Ark but not Noah, I think Moses was there too?  It was rad. There were a bunch of others but honestly I can't be bothered to remember right now 60/It really isn't important Past, present, future, It's the best there is. Ohhhh yeah. And then that guy left and never came back.’ We ceased not to advance because he spake, But still were passing onward through the forest, The forest, say I, of thick-crowded ghosts. Not very far as yet our way had gone This side the summit, when I saw a fire That overcame a hemisphere of darkness. 70/We were a little distant from it still, But not so far that I in part discerned not That honourable people held that place. 'O thou who honourest every art and science, Who may these be, which such great honour have, That from the fashion of the rest it parts them?' And he to me: 'The honourable name, That sounds of them above there in thy life, Wins grace in Heaven, that so advances them.' In the mean time a voice was heard by me: 80/'All honour be to the pre-eminent Poet; His shade returns again, that was departed.' After the voice had ceased and quiet was, Four mighty shades I saw approaching us; Semblance had they nor sorrowful nor glad. To say to me began my gracious Champion: 'This is a Dude named Dante, and you know me, The one for whom the sky is the limit. That one is Andre, Wrestler sovereign; Next to him is Bubba Rogers, the satirist; 90/The third is Roddy, and the last is Albano. I knew these guys when I was alive We fought and laughed and ate delicious nachos, And now we chill for all eternity' Thus I beheld assemble the fair school Of that lord of the song pre-eminent, Who o'er the others like an eagle soars. When they together had discoursed somewhat, They turned to me with signs of salutation, And on beholding this, my Master smiled; 100/And more of honour still, much more, they did me, In that they made me one of their own band; So that the sixth was I, 'mid so much wit. Thus we went on as far as to the light, Things saying 'tis becoming to keep silent, As was the saying of them where I was. We came unto a noble castle's foot, Seven times encompassed with lofty walls, Defended round by a fair rivulet; This we passed over even as firm ground; 110/Through portals seven I entered with these Sages; We came into a meadow of fresh verdure. People were there with solemn eyes and slow, Of great authority in their countenance; They spake but seldom, and with gentle voices. Thus we withdrew ourselves upon one side Into an opening luminous and lofty, So that they all of them were visible. There opposite, upon the green enamel, Were pointed out to me the mighty spirits, 120/Whom to have seen I feel myself exalted. I saw Sid Vicious with companions many, 'Mongst whom I knew both Nash and Wright, Rodman in armour with gerfalcon eyes; I saw Miss Madness and Madusa On the other side, and saw Bret Hart, Who with Pillman his buddy sat; I saw that The Butcher who drove Sting forth, And many others who I did not know, And saw alone, apart, The Repo Man. 130/When I had lifted up my brows a little, The Master I beheld of those who know, Sit with his slamtastic family. All gaze upon him, and all do him honour. There I beheld both Doink and Crush, Who nearer him before the others stand; Diesel, who puts the world on chance, Bart Gunn, Shawn Michaels, and Lex Luger, Razor Ramon, Mr. Perfect, and Albano; Of qualities I saw the good collector, 140/The Valiant Brothers; and Steele saw I, Bobo Brazil and Ladd, and The Famous Moolah, Snuka, Arnold Skaaland, and Rodz, Kowalski, Patterson, and Morales, Gorilla Monsoon, who the worst announcer made. I cannot all of them pourtray in full, Because so drives me onward the long theme, That many times the word comes short of fact. The sixfold company in two divides; Another way my sapient Guide conducts me 150/Forth from the quiet to the air that trembles; And to a place I come where nothing shines. !CANTO V. Thus I descended out of the first circle Down to the second, that less space begirds, And so much greater dole, that goads to wailing. There standeth Minos horribly, and snarls; Examines the transgressions at the entrance; Judges, and sends according as he girds him. I say, that when the spirit evil-born Cometh before him, wholly it confesses; And this discriminator of transgressions 10/Seeth what place in Hell is meet for it; Girds himself with his tail as many times As grades he wishes it should be thrust down. Always before him many of them stand; They go by turns each one unto the judgment; They speak, and hear, and then are downward hurled. 'O thou, that to this dolorous hostelry Comest,' said Minos to me, when he saw me, Leaving the practice of so great an office, 'Look how thou enterest, and in whom thou trustest; 20/Let not the portal's amplitude deceive thee.' And unto him my Guide: 'Why criest thou too? Do not impede his journey fate-ordained; It is so willed there where is power to do That which is willed; and ask no further question.' And now begin the dolesome notes to grow Audible unto me; now am I come There where much lamentation strikes upon me. I came into a place mute of all light, Which bellows as the sea does in a tempest, 30/If by opposing winds 't is combated. The infernal hurricane that never rests Hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine; Whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. When they arrive before the precipice, There are the shrieks, the plaints, and the laments, There they blaspheme the puissance divine. I understood that unto such a torment The carnal malefactors were condemned, Who reason subjugate to appetite. 40/And as the wings of starlings bear them on In the cold season in large band and full, So doth that blast the spirits maledict; It hither, thither, downward, upward, drives them; No hope doth comfort them for evermore, Not of repose, but even of lesser pain. And as the cranes go chanting forth their lays, Making in air a long line of themselves, So saw I coming, uttering lamentations, Shadows borne onward by the aforesaid stress. 50/Whereupon said I: 'Master, who are those People, whom the black air so castigates?' 'Eh, you wouldn't know them really, They were not macho or rad,' then said he unto me, 'That lady was a real piece of work. She liked the men if you know what I mean She made all sex legal all the time, That way she could have all she liked. Her name is Semiramis, of Assyria And I'd like to _Syria_ her _Ass_ one day; 60/She was married to Ninus, a macho fellow. Over there is one you may know, She's hardcore, strapped asps to her tits; aka Cleopatra the voluptuous.' Helen I saw, for whom so many ruthless Seasons revolved; and saw the great Achilles, Who at the last hour combated with Love. Paris I saw, Tristan; and more than a thousand Shades did he name and point out with his finger, Whom Love had separated from our life. 70/After that I had listened to my Teacher, Naming the dames of eld and cavaliers, Pity prevailed, and I was nigh bewildered. And I began: 'O Poet, willingly Speak would I to those two, who go together, And seem upon the wind to be so light.' And, he to me: 'Cool your jets bro You can speak to them soon enough, soon enough They'll come to us looking for love.' Soon as the wind in our direction sways them, 80/My voice uplift I: 'O ye weary souls! Come speak to us, if no one interdicts it.' As turtle-doves, called onward by desire, With open and steady wings to the sweet nest Fly through the air by their volition borne, So came they from the band where Dido is, Approaching us athwart the air malign, So strong was the affectionate appeal. 'O living creature gracious and benignant, Who visiting goest through the purple air 90/Us, who have stained the world incarnadine, If were the King of the Universe our friend, We would pray unto him to give thee peace, Since thou hast pity on our woe perverse. Of what it pleases thee to hear and speak, That will we hear, and we will speak to you, While silent is the wind, as it is now. Sitteth the city, wherein I was born, Upon the sea-shore where the Po descends To rest in peace with all his retinue. 100/Love, that on gentle heart doth swiftly seize, Seized this man for the person beautiful That was ta'en from me, and still the mode offends me. Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, Seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, That, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me; Love has conducted us unto one death; Caina waiteth him who quenched our life!' These words were borne along from them to us. As soon as I had heard those souls tormented, 110/I bowed my face, and so long held it down Until the Poet said to me: 'Whaddaya think?' When I made answer, I began: 'Alas! How many pleasant thoughts, how much desire, Conducted these unto the dolorous pass!' Then unto them I turned me, and I spake, And I began: 'Thine agonies, Francesca, Sad and compassionate to weeping make me. But tell me, at the time of those sweet sighs, By what and in what manner Love conceded, 120/That you should know your dubious desires?' And she to me: 'There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery, and that thy Teacher knows. But, if to recognise the earliest root Of love in us thou hast so great desire, I will do even as he who weeps and speaks. One day we reading were for our delight Of Launcelot, how Love did him enthral. Alone we were and without any fear. 130/Full many a time our eyes together drew That reading, and drove the colour from our faces; But one point only was it that o'ercame us. When as we read of the much-longed-for smile Being by such a noble lover kissed, This one, who ne'er from me shall be divided, Kissed me upon the mouth all palpitating. Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it. That day no farther did we read therein.' And all the while one spirit uttered this, 140/The other one did weep so, that, for pity, I swooned away as if I had been dying, And fell, even as a dead body falls. !CANTO VI. At the return of consciousness, that closed Before the pity of those two relations, Which utterly with sadness had confused me, New torments I behold, and new tormented Around me, whichsoever way I move, And whichsoever way I turn, and gaze. In the third circle am I of the rain Eternal, maledict, and cold, and heavy; Its law and quality are never new. 10/Huge hail, and water sombre-hued, and snow, Athwart the tenebrous air pour down amain; Noisome the earth is, that receiveth this. Cerberus, monster cruel and uncouth, With his three gullets like a dog is barking Over the people that are there submerged. Red eyes he has, and unctuous beard and black, And belly large, and armed with claws his hands; He rends the spirits, flays, and quarters them. Howl the rain maketh them like unto dogs; 20/One side they make a shelter for the other; Oft turn themselves the wretched reprobates. When Cerberus perceived us, the great worm! His mouths he opened, and displayed his tusks; Not a limb had he that was motionless. And my Conductor, with his spans extended, Took of the earth, and with his fists well filled, He threw it into those rapacious gullets. Such as that dog is, who by barking craves, And quiet grows soon as his food he gnaws, 30/For to devour it he but thinks and struggles, The like became those muzzles filth-begrimed Of Cerberus the demon, who so thunders Over the souls that they would fain be deaf. We passed across the shadows, which subdues The heavy rain-storm, and we placed our feet Upon their vanity that person seems. They all were lying prone upon the earth, Excepting one, who sat upright as soon As he beheld us passing on before him. 40/'O thou that art conducted through this Hell,' He said to me, 'recall me, if thou canst; Thyself wast made before I was unmade.' And I to him: 'The anguish which thou hast Perhaps doth draw thee out of my remembrance, So that it seems not I have ever seen thee. But tell me who thou art, that in so doleful A place art put, and in such punishment, If some are greater, none is so displeasing.' And he to me: 'Thy city, which is full 50/Of envy so that now the sack runs over, Held me within it in the life serene. You citizens were wont to call me Ciacco; For the pernicious sin of gluttony I, as thou seest, am battered by this rain. And I, sad soul, am not the only one, For all these suffer the like penalty For the like sin;' and word no more spake he. I answered him: 'Ciacco, thy wretchedness Weighs on me so that it to weep invites me; 60/But tell me, if thou knowest, to what shall come The citizens of the divided city; If any there be just; and the occasion Tell me why so much discord has assailed it.' And he to me: 'They, after long contention, Will come to bloodshed; and the rustic party Will drive the other out with much offence. Then afterwards behoves it this one fall Within three suns, and rise again the other By force of him who now is on the coast. 70/High will it hold its forehead a long while, Keeping the other under heavy burdens, Howe'er it weeps thereat and is indignant. The just are two, and are not understood there; Envy and Arrogance and Avarice Are the three sparks that have all hearts enkindled.' Here ended he his tearful utterance; And I to him: 'I wish thee still to teach me, And make a gift to me of further speech. Farinata and Tegghiaio, once so worthy, 80/Jacopo Rusticucci, Arrigo, and Mosca, And others who on good deeds set their thoughts, Say where they are, and cause that I may know them; For great desire constraineth me to learn If Heaven doth sweeten them, or Hell envenom.' And he: 'They are among the blacker souls; A different sin downweighs them to the bottom; If thou so far descendest, thou canst see them. But when thou art again in the sweet world, I pray thee to the mind of others bring me; 90/No more I tell thee and no more I answer.' Then his straightforward eyes he turned askance, Eyed me a little, and then bowed his head; He fell therewith prone like the other blind. And the Guide said to me: 'He ain't getting up, Though apparently the bible says something about the end of days, so maybe then, I was never really much of a scholar, but I think it mentioned the dead rising, Or maybe that was just in Ghostbusters.' 100/So we passed onward o'er the filthy mixture Of shadows and of rain with footsteps slow, Touching a little on the future life. Wherefore I said: 'Master, these torments here, Will they increase after the mighty sentence, Or lesser be, or will they be as burning?' And he to me: 'Man do I look like a prohpet? Whatever is gonig to happen is going to happen, And I have no way of knowing which is which. These folks are trapped here forever 110/They can't get into heaven, so who cares? It's harsh, but that's how the chips fall.' Round in a circle by that road we went, Speaking much more, which I do not repeat; We came unto the point where the descent is; There we found Plutus the great enemy. !CANTO VII. 'Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!' Thus Plutus with his clucking voice began; And that benignant Sage, who all things knew, Said, to encourage me: 'Don't wig out, We are too macho for this jive turkey, He can't stop us entering the danger zone.' Then he turned round unto that bloated lip, And said: 'Shut up you freakshow; Why not eat yourself for a change? 10/We got a divine purpose, higher than Nachos; The big man upstairs sent us so beat it, We're soaring eagles, you are a slithering snake.' Even as the sails inflated by the wind Involved together fall when snaps the mast, So fell the cruel monster to the earth. Thus we descended into the fourth chasm, Gaining still farther on the dolesome shore Which all the woe of the universe insacks. Justice of God, ah! who heaps up so many 20/New toils and sufferings as I beheld? And why doth our transgression waste us so? As doth the billow there upon Charybdis, That breaks itself on that which it encounters, So here the folk must dance their roundelay. Here saw I people, more than elsewhere, many, On one side and the other, with great howls, Rolling weights forward by main force of chest. They clashed together, and then at that point Each one turned backward, rolling retrograde, 30/Crying, 'Why keepest?' and, 'Why squanderest thou?' Thus they returned along the lurid circle On either hand unto the opposite point, Shouting their shameful metre evermore. Then each, when he arrived there, wheeled about Through his half-circle to another joust; And I, who had my heart pierced as it were, Exclaimed: 'My Master, now declare to me What people these are, and if all were clerks, These shaven crowns upon the left of us.' 40/And he to me: 'I'll be frank with you dog, These were the dudes who loved money And let's be clear, I love money too. But these guys loved money too much, And like, not so much in a kinky way either, But instead they would hurt people to get money. You might see some churchy folks here Maybe even a pope or two, and learn: Even a priest can be a huge dick.' And I: 'My Master, among such as these 50/I ought forsooth to recognise some few, Who were infected with these maladies.' And he to me: 'I dunno man, it's sort of dark; And their dim view of compassion while alive Makes their forms sort of blurry.  It's weird. So now they're stuck here forever; Or until Electronic Arts publishes Dante's Inferno And they get some cameos in World 4. I really have no sympathy, neither should you, They took from others so now their souls are taken; 60/There's not much else to say on that matter. Let me ask you a question buddy, What do you do with your money? Your wealth? Are you stingy with it, or do you help others? Just remember these guys, or maybe Jacob Marley, Yeah that's right, I know some Dickens Even literature can be Macho at times.' 'Master,' I said to him, 'now tell me also What is this Fortune which thou speakest of, That has the world's goods so within its clutches?' 70/And he to me: 'Look idiot, Are you not listening or just being dense? Let me tell you from the beginning, then. God made everything, obviously, He made the sky, and the sun, and the stars, He made the Macho Man and tasty Nachos, And distributed these Nachos to all creation; Like a generous dude at a soup kitchen Where instead of soup they serve Nachos, But then people wanted MORE NACHOS, 80/And would fight over their cheesy goodness, Warm globes dripping from chips. So people would fight wars over these things And that is greed, my macho-in-training, I was trying to be poetical, it's a metaphor. And you can't fight greed, because it's nature; Greed controls the government and church Money is what drives corruption. But hey, this is super depressing; Did you like films by a guy named Herzog? 90/I just the other day watched one. I'm not one in general for art flicks, They're just not my speed, but let me say, I learned an astounding amount about rubber. Also, are you hot?  It's pretty hot; I get that this is part of the eternal torment thing But you'd think that greed's domain would be cooler. Like, coins are made of metal, and cool to touch; But now I'm rambling, let us press forward I... I just was getting a little bored.' 100/We crossed the circle to the other bank, Near to a fount that boils, and pours itself Along a gully that runs out of it. The water was more sombre far than perse; And we, in company with the dusky waves, Made entrance downward by a path uncouth. A marsh it makes, which has the name of Styx, This tristful brooklet, when it has descended Down to the foot of the malign gray shores. And I, who stood intent upon beholding, 110/Saw people mud-besprent in that lagoon, All of them naked and with angry look. They smote each other not alone with hands, But with the head and with the breast and feet, Tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. Said the good Master: 'What you're looking at Is those folks who were consumed with anger; REAL anger, not like we pretend in the ring Their anger is so blazing hot that even now It makes the very water down there bubble. 120/They writhe and spin and boil themselves. In this jacuzzi, they whine about their lot They can't take the heat, and unfortunately, They are not allowed to get out of the kitchen; So they sing a sad song. I don't know all the words, but it boils down to, 'Boy it's hot and we are sad, so sad, so sad.'' Thus we went circling round the filthy fen A great arc 'twixt the dry bank and the swamp, With eyes turned unto those who gorge the mire; 130/Unto the foot of a tower we came at last. !CANTO VIII. I say, continuing, that long before We to the foot of that high tower had come, Our eyes went upward to the summit of it, By reason of two flamelets we saw placed there, And from afar another answer them, So far, that hardly could the eye attain it. And, to the sea of all discernment turned, I said: 'What sayeth this, and what respondeth That other fire? and who are they that made it?' 10/And he to me: 'If you look out over the waves I figure you'll see what's going on If the view is clear, in any case.' Cord never shot an arrow from itself That sped away athwart the air so swift, As I beheld a very little boat Come o'er the water tow'rds us at that moment, Under the guidance of a single pilot, Who shouted, 'Now art thou arrived, fell soul?' 'Phlegyas, Phlegyas, thou criest out in vain 20/For this once,' said my Lord; 'thou shalt not have us Longer than in the passing of the slough.' As he who listens to some great deceit That has been done to him, and then resents it, Such became Phlegyas, in his gathered wrath. My Guide descended down into the boat, And then he made me enter after him, And only when I entered seemed it laden. Soon as the Guide and I were in the boat, The antique prow goes on its way, dividing 30/More of the water than 'tis wont with others. While we were running through the dead canal, Uprose in front of me one full of mire, And said, 'Who 'rt thou that comest ere the hour?' And I to him: 'Although I come, I stay not; But who art thou that hast become so squalid?' 'Thou seest that I am one who weeps,' he answered. And I to him: 'With weeping and with wailing, Thou spirit maledict, do thou remain; For thee I know, though thou art all defiled.' 40/Then stretched he both his hands unto the boat; Whereat my wary Master thrust him back, Saying, 'You stay in your place or I will end you.' Thereafter with his arms he clasped my neck; He kissed my face, and said: 'Disdainful soul, Blessed be she who bore thee in her bosom. That was an arrogant person in the world; Goodness is none, that decks his memory; So likewise here his shade is furious. How many are esteemed great kings up there, 50/Who here shall be like unto swine in mire, Leaving behind them horrible dispraises!' And I: 'My Master, much should I be pleased, If I could see him soused into this broth, Before we issue forth out of the lake.' And he to me: 'Just be patient man, We'll get there soon enough, you're like a child; Asking 'are we there yet' from the backseat.' A little after that, I saw such havoc Made of him by the people of the mire, 60/That still I praise and thank my God for it. They all were shouting, 'At Philippo Argenti!' And that exasperate spirit Florentine Turned round upon himself with his own teeth. We left him there, and more of him I tell not; But on mine ears there smote a lamentation, Whence forward I intent unbar mine eyes. And the good Master said: 'See that place? Dis city here is called Dis, get me? The people who live there are not macho.' 70/And I: 'Its mosques already, Master, clearly Within there in the valley I discern Vermilion, as if issuing from the fire They were.'  And he to me: 'You're in Hell, And given that Hell is both full of and on fire, That red stuff you see is... fire, idiot.' Then we arrived within the moats profound, That circumvallate that disconsolate city; The walls appeared to me to be of iron. Not without making first a circuit wide, 80/We came unto a place where loud the pilot Cried out to us, 'Debark, here is the entrance.' More than a thousand at the gates I saw Out of the Heavens rained down, who angrily Were saying, 'Who is this that without death Goes through the kingdom of the people dead?' And my sagacious Master made a sign Of wishing secretly to speak with them. A little then they quelled their great disdain, And said: 'Come thou alone, and he begone 90/Who has so boldly entered these dominions. Let him return alone by his mad road; Try, if he can; for thou shalt here remain, Who hast escorted him through such dark regions.' Think, Reader, if I was discomforted At utterance of the accursed words; For never to return here I believed. 'O my dear Guide, who more than seven times Hast rendered me security, and drawn me From imminent peril that before me stood, 100/Do not desert me,' said I, 'thus undone; And if the going farther be denied us, Let us retrace our steps together swiftly.' And that Lord, who had led me thitherward, Said unto me: 'Don't worry, I got you. God sent us so they can't refuse us. So just sit tight, watch the Macho Magic, Take a load off those barking dogs; I won't abandon you even if you're annoying.' So onward goes and there abandons me 110/My Father sweet, and I remain in doubt, For No and Yes within my head contend. I could not hear what he proposed to them; But with them there he did not linger long, Ere each within in rivalry ran back. They closed the portals, those our adversaries, On my Lord's breast, who had remained without And turned to me with footsteps far between. His eyes cast down, his forehead shorn had he Of all its boldness, and he said, with sighs, 120/'Who is it that has refused to let us in?' And unto me: 'I'm really angry now, But don't worry, I can still handle this, Their defenses are basically worthless. They're just acting tough, but it's no use; There's more than one way to skin a cat, And more than one way to enter into Dis. Look around for a stick, or maybe a bomb; We're going to knock these walls down, And march over the corpses of these demons, 130/That is how the city shall be opened.' !CANTO IX. That hue which cowardice brought out on me, Beholding my Conductor backward turn, Sooner repressed within him his new colour. He stopped attentive, like a man who listens, Because the eye could not conduct him far Through the black air, and through the heavy fog. 'We probably should win this fight,' Began he; 'or else, uh. . . Let's just not think about that!' 10/Well I perceived, as soon as the beginning He covered up with what came afterward, That they were words quite different from the first; But none the less his saying gave me fear, Because I carried out the broken phrase, Perhaps to a worse meaning than he had. 'Into this bottom of the doleful conch Doth any e'er descend from the first grade, Which for its pain has only hope cut off?' This question put I; and he answered me: 20/'Nobody really comes this way, So honestly it's really hard to say. A while back I was summoned here By some shitty wizard named Eric, Who necromancy'd me against my will. Though I hadn't been dead for very long, He sent me on a bogus quest for nachos, literal nachos, not some catchphrase joke; Down there into the lowest circle of all, The furthest from heaven you can get. 30/Anyway, that's where we're going. The swamp that we're in now, Is entirely surrounding the city, Remember, the one we can't get into.' And more he said, but not in mind I have it; Because mine eye had altogether drawn me Tow'rds the high tower with the red-flaming summit, Where in a moment saw I swift uprisen The three infernal Furies stained with blood, Who had the limbs of women and their mien, 40/And with the greenest hydras were begirt; Small serpents and cerastes were their tresses, Wherewith their horrid temples were entwined. And he who well the handmaids of the Queen Of everlasting lamentation knew, Said unto me: 'Check out those bird-ladies. On the left is one named Ozzy; On the right we have one named Flea; And in the middle Slash;' and then was silent. Each one her breast was rending with her nails; 50/They beat them with their palms, and cried so loud, That I for dread pressed close unto the Poet. 'Medusa come, so we to stone will change him!' All shouted looking down; 'in evil hour Avenged we not on Theseus his assault!' 'Oh yeah, you know about Medusa right? Just close your eyes, bumble around blindly, Because if you see her it's game over, man.' Thus said the Master; and he turned me round Himself, and trusted not unto my hands 60/So far as not to blind me with his own. O ye who have undistempered intellects, Observe the doctrine that conceals itself Beneath the veil of the mysterious verses! And now there came across the turbid waves The clangour of a sound with terror fraught, Because of which both of the margins trembled; Not otherwise it was than of a wind Impetuous on account of adverse heats, That smites the forest, and, without restraint, 70/The branches rends, beats down, and bears away; Right onward, laden with dust, it goes superb, And puts to flight the wild beasts and the shepherds. Mine eyes he loosed, and said: 'Yo, look over there that foamy bit down the river can you see? Over there where it's super smokey.' Even as the frogs before the hostile serpent Across the water scatter all abroad, Until each one is huddled in the earth. More than a thousand ruined souls I saw, 80/Thus fleeing from before one who on foot Was passing o'er the Styx with soles unwet. From off his face he fanned that unctuous air, Waving his left hand oft in front of him, And only with that anguish seemed he weary. Well I perceived one sent from Heaven was he, And to the Master turned; and he made sign That I should quiet stand, and bow before him. Ah! how disdainful he appeared to me! He reached the gate, and with a little rod 90/He opened it, for there was no resistance. 'Hey all you hated people who couldn't get into heaven!' Thus he began upon the horrid threshold; 'What makes you act so arrogant? Don't you know you should be humble, Isn't bad behavior what placed you here? Don't you ever learn that being bad is bad? You know that struggling is pointless right? It's literally impossible to escape from Hell, So why not chill, shoot some hoops or something?' 100/Then he returned along the miry road, And spake no word to us, but had the look Of one whom other care constrains and goads Than that of him who in his presence is; And we our feet directed tow'rds the city, After those holy words all confident. Within we entered without any contest; And I, who inclination had to see What the condition such a fortress holds, Soon as I was within, cast round mine eye, 110/And see on every hand an ample plain, Full of distress and torment terrible. Even as at Arles, where stagnant grows the Rhone, Even as at Pola near to the Quarnaro, That shuts in Italy and bathes its borders, The sepulchres make all the place uneven; So likewise did they there on every side, Saving that there the manner was more bitter; For flames between the sepulchres were scattered, By which they so intensely heated were, 120/That iron more so asks not any art. All of their coverings uplifted were, And from them issued forth such dire laments, Sooth seemed they of the wretched and tormented. And I: 'My Master, what are all those people Who, having sepulture within those tombs, Make themselves audible by doleful sighs?' And he to me: 'Those are the Heresiarchs, And their disciples, dressed in pink. A bunch more are napping in the crypts. 130/A lot of folks here spent their time sleeping; It's awfully hot and it helps to pass the time.' And when he to the right had turned, we passed Between the torments and high parapets. !CANTO X. Now onward goes, along a narrow path Between the torments and the city wall, My Master, and I follow at his back. 'O power supreme, that through these impious circles Turnest me,' I began, 'as pleases thee, Speak to me, and my longings satisfy; The people who are lying in these tombs, Might they be seen? already are uplifted The covers all, and no one keepeth guard.' 10/And he to me: 'Everything will close. Remember the Book of Revelations? The dead are going to rise someday. The seas will churn, and turn to blood Like some heavy metal album cover, There's a dragon too, it's awesome; But as for your question right now, You'll see the answer soon enough, And wish you hadn't asked at all.' And I: 'Good Leader, I but keep concealed 20/From thee my heart, that I may speak the less, Nor only now hast thou thereto disposed me.' 'Buddy, we went through a flaming city. You made it through alive, no mean feat. So chill a bit, and see what is coming up. I can tell by the way that you talk That you and I share a fatherland, and maybe I've razzed you a bit too much.' Upon a sudden issued forth this sound From out one of the tombs; wherefore I pressed, 30/Fearing, a little nearer to my Leader. And unto me he said: 'What are you doing? Look over there at Farinata the zombie; Sticking out from the waist up.' I had already fixed mine eyes on his, And he uprose erect with breast and front E'en as if Hell he had in great despite. And with courageous hands and prompt my Leader Thrust me between the sepulchres towards him, Exclaiming, 'Go talk to him dude!' 40/As soon as I was at the foot of his tomb Somewhat he eyed me, and, as if disdainful, Then asked of me, 'Who were thine ancestors?' I, who desirous of obeying was, Concealed it not, but all revealed to him; Whereat he raised his brows a little upward. Then said he: 'Fiercely adverse have they been To me, and to my fathers, and my party; So that two several times I scattered them.' 'If they were banished, they returned on all sides,' 50/I answered him, 'the first time and the second; But yours have not acquired that art aright.' Then there uprose upon the sight, uncovered Down to the chin, a shadow at his side; I think that he had risen on his knees. Round me he gazed, as if solicitude He had to see if some one else were with me, But after his suspicion was all spent, Weeping, he said to me: 'If through this blind Prison thou goest by loftiness of genius, 60/Where is my son? and why is he not with thee?' And I to him: 'I come not of myself; He who is waiting yonder leads me here, Whom in disdain perhaps your Guido had.' His language and the mode of punishment Already unto me had read his name; On that account my answer was so full. Up starting suddenly, he cried out: 'How Saidst thou,--he had?  Is he not still alive? Does not the sweet light strike upon his eyes?' 70/When he became aware of some delay, Which I before my answer made, supine He fell again, and forth appeared no more. But the other, magnanimous, at whose desire I had remained, did not his aspect change, Neither his neck he moved, nor bent his side. 'And if,' continuing his first discourse, 'They have that art,' he said, 'not learned aright, That more tormenteth me, than doth this bed. But fifty times shall not rekindled be 80/The countenance of the Lady who reigns here, Ere thou shalt know how heavy is that art; And as thou wouldst to the sweet world return, Say why that people is so pitiless Against my race in each one of its laws?' Whence I to him: 'The slaughter and great carnage Which have with crimson stained the Arbia, cause Such orisons in our temple to be made.' After his head he with a sigh had shaken, 'There I was not alone,' he said, 'nor surely 90/Without a cause had with the others moved. But there I was alone, where every one Consented to the laying waste of Florence, He who defended her with open face.' 'Ah! so hereafter may your seed repose,' I him entreated, 'solve for me that knot, Which has entangled my conceptions here. It seems that you can see, if I hear rightly, Beforehand whatsoe'er time brings with it, And in the present have another mode.' 100/'We see, like those who have imperfect sight, The things,' he said, 'that distant are from us; So much still shines on us the Sovereign Ruler. When they draw near, or are, is wholly vain Our intellect, and if none brings it to us, Not anything know we of your human state. Hence thou canst understand, that wholly dead Will be our knowledge from the moment when The portal of the future shall be closed.' Then I, as if compunctious for my fault, 110/Said: 'Now, then, you will tell that fallen one, That still his son is with the living joined. And if just now, in answering, I was dumb, Tell him I did it because I was thinking Already of the error you have solved me.' And now my Master was recalling me, Wherefore more eagerly I prayed the spirit That he would tell me who was with him there. He said: 'With more than a thousand here I lie; Within here is the second Frederick, 120/And the Cardinal, and of the rest I speak not.' Thereon he hid himself; and I towards The ancient poet turned my steps, reflecting Upon that saying, which seemed hostile to me. He moved along; and afterward thus going, He said to me, 'Why are you confused?' And I in his inquiry satisfied him. 'Let your experience here help you, against yourself,' that Sage commanded me, 'And now listen up;' and he raised his finger. 130/'When we finally reach your hot mama That lady so fine that the angels swoon, From her you'll learn all about your own life.' Unto the left hand then he turned his feet; We left the wall, and went towards the middle, Along a path that strikes into a valley, Which even up there unpleasant made its stench. !CANTO XI. Upon the margin of a lofty bank Which great rocks broken in a circle made, We came upon a still more cruel throng; And there, by reason of the horrible Excess of stench the deep abyss throws out, We drew ourselves aside behind the cover Of a great tomb, whereon I saw a writing, Which said: 'Pope Anastasius I hold, Whom out of the right way Photinus drew.' 10/'Now's the time to take it slow, It's not very macho, but so it goes Otherwise we may fall and look silly.' The Master thus; and unto him I said, 'Some compensation find, that the time pass not Idly;' and he: 'You really know nothing. Check out these rocks here, they're gnarly,' Began he then to say, 'inside are three small circles, Sort of like the circles that we're leaving now. They're full of damned souls of course; 20/And soon enough you'll see for youself, And hear their super annoying LAME-O whining. They've done basically every bad thing, You name it and they've done it probably, They lie and cheat and steal and sing. The ones up here in particular are the liars, Only humans lie so God hates liars the most, It's one of the least macho things you can do. The first circle was the violent of course; But lots of creatures can hit a dude, 30/Heck even I, the Nacho Man, have done so. And God himself uses force on stuff, Smiting a particularly sinful tree, Hurling a lightning bolt and a crab. You can die by violence, or kill, Or do all sorts of gnarly things to a guy Ruin, and arson, and straight-up punching; Homicide, patricide, fratricide, and so forth, Marauders, and freebooters, everything, They're all condemned to one circle or another. 40/Heck you can even inflict violence on yourself In more ways than one if you know what I mean And that might get you punished as well Basically never lay a hand on anybody Without their consent, or permission, Otherwise maybe you'll burn forever. Violence can even be done to God, Saying rude stuff about him, calling names, Littering or messing up nature. In fact, by some measure it can be said 50/Literally any action is violent to somebody, But liars do violence with words alone. That is why those who commit fraud, Those who decieve and hoodwink others, Are probably folks you should not trust. They have cut themselves off from the macho, Nature abhors their cunning ways. The second circle is similar of course, Hypocrisy, flattery, and sweet wizards, Falsification, theft, and puppyhaters, 60/Panders, and barrators, and the like filth. They've forgotten things to love in life, Nature's bounty, a plate of nachos, All good things from which rad feelings flow. But it is in this circle, the smallest part Of the Universe, where Dis is located, That the betrayers and backstabbers are.' And I: 'My Master, clear enough proceeds Thy reasoning, and full well distinguishes This cavern and the people who possess it. 70/But tell me, those within the fat lagoon, Whom the wind drives, and whom the rain doth beat, And who encounter with such bitter tongues, Wherefore are they inside of the red city Not punished, if God has them in his wrath, And if he has not, wherefore in such fashion?' And unto me he said: 'Come on bro, Why do you keep asking these things? Were you not listening to me at all? Don't you have any memory whatsoever 80/Of all the unethical things that exist and which heaven itself hold as uncool?-- Incontinence, and Malice, and insane Bestiality? and how Incontinence Makes you smell bad, and makes a big mess? If you think about it for a second, And remember who are trapped in this place Those doing penance for their misdeeds, Surely you'll understand why they're apart Why their sentences are slightly less painful 90/How Justice has seen to show a bit of mercy.' 'Praise the sun!  For it shines upon those, Whom you claim to be confused by, no doubt Having not even bothered to look behind us! Once more a little backward turn thee,' said I, 'There where thou sayest that usury offends Goodness divine, and disengage the knot.' 'Think about it,' he said, 'Use your head, Consider the ways in which one might sin, And how Nature might deal with you, 100/There are a few types of sins; Did you ever have physics in school, And looking through a lame-o textbook, Determine that everything you knew Was total bogus, entirely worthless; Such that you just dropped the class? Try and stir up that feeling Only think about, I dunno, Eden, The sort of sins that were commited; And whether or not blame is assigned, 110/Or maybe like, read Paradise Lost? It's written a few centuries after you die. Anyway, we don't have all day, We don't need to move slowly anymore, So let's pick up the pace a bit, yes? Let's do a sweet trick off this crag here.' !CANTO XII. The place where to descend the bank we came Was alpine, and from what was there, moreover, Of such a kind that every eye would shun it. Such as that ruin is which in the flank Smote, on this side of Trent, the Adige, Either by earthquake or by failing stay, For from the mountain's top, from which it moved, Unto the plain the cliff is shattered so, Some path 'twould give to him who was above; 10/Even such was the descent of that ravine, And on the border of the broken chasm The infamy of Crete was stretched along, Who was conceived in the fictitious cow; And when he us beheld, he bit himself, Even as one whom anger racks within. My Sage towards him shouted: 'Is it possible That you think the Duke of Athens is here, Who killed you right good long ago? Get your ugly self out of here, loser. 20/Else I say something rude about your sister And then I'll point and laugh at you.' As is that bull who breaks loose at the moment In which he has received the mortal blow, Who cannot walk, but staggers here and there, The Minotaur beheld I do the like; And he, the wary, cried: 'Run to the passage; While he wroth, 'tis well thou shouldst descend.' Thus down we took our way o'er that discharge Of stones, which oftentimes did move themselves 30/Beneath my feet, from the unwonted burden. Thoughtful I went; and he said: 'You're thinking About how I totally owned that stupid bullman And how he ran crying before my machoness. Let me tell you this: the last time I came through this part of Hell, This bit hadn't collapsed yet. And I saw the minotaur dressed up nicely Leaving his day job in Dis, coming home Ready to spend the evening with his family, 40/And I thought maybe he's just like us Just doing his day job being an evil demon And comes home to a loving household at night But then I realize no that's stupid; He's a crazy bullman with doofy cow horns And basically nothing makes that not awful. Anyway, look at that sweet river down there, It's a river of blood! Super macho! The folks swimming in it hurt other people.' O blind cupidity, O wrath insane, 50/That spurs us onward so in our short life, And in the eternal then so badly steeps us! I saw an ample moat bent like a bow, As one which all the plain encompasses, Conformable to what my Guide had said. And between this and the embankment's foot Centaurs in file were running, armed with arrows, As in the world they used the chase to follow. Beholding us descend, each one stood still, And from the squadron three detached themselves, 60/With bows and arrows in advance selected; And from afar one cried: 'Unto what torment Come ye, who down the hillside are descending? Tell us from there; if not, I draw the bow.' My Master said: 'We ain't telling you nothin' We talk to Chrion and nobody but him. Cry about if if you can't handle it.' Then touched he me, and said: 'That guy is Nessus, Who died for the lovely Dejanira, And took some really gnarly revenge. 70/And over there through the blood-mist, You can see Chiron; who trained Achilles And Pholus who is known for his bad temper. Thousands of demons stand around the river Any time a soul tries to escape the blood They plug him full of arrows! Ka-pow! Wham!' Near we approached unto those monsters fleet; Chiron an arrow took, and with the notch Backward upon his jaws he put his beard. After he had uncovered his great mouth, 80/He said to his companions: 'Are you ware That he behind moveth whate'er he touches? Thus are not wont to do the feet of dead men.' And my good Guide, who now was at his breast, Where the two natures are together joined, Replied: 'He's alive, it is true And it is my job to take him through Hell. This is no pleasure cruise let me tell you. We're on a mission from God, as it were, I've got this task direct rom upstairs; 90/So we're just going to keep on rolling. But while I have your attention, let me ask Given the macho nature of our mission, And the fact that we have to get through, Could you lend us one of your centaurs, Who can let us ride on his back; This guy isn't a ghost and can't float.' Upon his right breast Chiron wheeled about, And said to Nessus: 'Turn and do thou guide them, And warn aside, if other band may meet you.' 100/We with our faithful escort onward moved Along the brink of the vermilion boiling, Wherein the boiled were uttering loud laments. People I saw within up to the eyebrows, And the great Centaur said: 'Tyrants are these, Who dealt in bloodshed and in pillaging. Here they lament their pitiless mischiefs; here Is Alexander, and fierce Dionysius Who upon Sicily brought dolorous years. That forehead there which has the hair so black 110/Is Azzolin; and the other who is blond, Obizzo is of Esti, who, in truth, Up in the world was by his stepson slain.' Then turned I to the Poet; and he said, 'I have no idea what any of that meant.' A little farther on the Centaur stopped Above a folk, who far down as the throat Seemed from that boiling stream to issue forth. A shade he showed us on one side alone, Saying: 'He cleft asunder in God's bosom 120/The heart that still upon the Thames is honoured.' Then people saw I, who from out the river Lifted their heads and also all the chest; And many among these I recognised. Thus ever more and more grew shallower That blood, so that the feet alone it covered; And there across the moat our passage was. 'Even as thou here upon this side beholdest The boiling stream, that aye diminishes,' The Centaur said, 'I wish thee to believe 130/That on this other more and more declines Its bed, until it reunites itself Where it behoveth tyranny to groan. Justice divine, upon this side, is goading That Attila, who was a scourge on earth, And Pyrrhus, and Sextus; and for ever milks The tears which with the boiling it unseals In Rinier da Corneto and Rinier Pazzo, Who made upon the highways so much war.' Then back he turned, and passed again the ford. !CANTO XIII. Not yet had Nessus reached the other side, When we had put ourselves within a wood, That was not marked by any path whatever. Not foliage green, but of a dusky colour, Not branches smooth, but gnarled and intertangled, Not apple-trees were there, but thorns with poison. Such tangled thickets have not, nor so dense, Those savage wild beasts, that in hatred hold 'Twixt Cecina and Corneto the tilled places. 10/There do the hideous Harpies make their nests, Who chased the Trojans from the Strophades, With sad announcement of impending doom; Broad wings have they, and necks and faces human, And feet with claws, and their great bellies fledged; They make laments upon the wondrous trees. And the good Master: 'Before we go further, I want to let you know we're in the second round,' Thus he began to say, 'and will be, until We get to the Beach of Gross Sand Crud; 20/As we go, look to your sides and you'll see The proof, if you doubt my macho words.' I heard on all sides lamentations uttered, And person none beheld I who might make them, Whence, utterly bewildered, I stood still. I think he thought that I perhaps might think So many voices issued through those trunks From people who concealed themselves from us; Therefore the Master said: 'Why not break off A little bit of a tree to satisfy yourself? 30/Plants don't feel pain, right?  Probably.' Then stretched I forth my hand a little forward, And plucked a branchlet off from a great thorn; And the trunk cried, 'Why dost thou mangle me?' After it had become embrowned with blood, It recommenced its cry: 'Why dost thou rend me? Hast thou no spirit of pity whatsoever? Men once we were, and now are changed to trees; Indeed, thy hand should be more pitiful, Even if the souls of serpents we had been.' 40/As out of a green brand, that is on fire At one of the ends, and from the other drips And hisses with the wind that is escaping; So from that splinter issued forth together Both words and blood; whereat I let the tip Fall, and stood like a man who is afraid. 'Oh man, you fell for it, what a dope!' My Sage made answer, 'Hey tree buddy, This joker has no idea where he is, And so I decided to prank him at your expense; 50/Sorry 'bout that, but it was SO MACHO! Why don't you tell him who you are? That way when he leaves for the living world, Maybe he can tell your ex-wife or something That he saw you here, and she'll laugh.' And the trunk said: 'So thy sweet words allure me, I cannot silent be; and you be vexed not, That I a little to discourse am tempted. I am the one who both keys had in keeping Of Frederick's heart, and turned them to and fro 60/So softly in unlocking and in locking, That from his secrets most men I withheld; Fidelity I bore the glorious office So great, I lost thereby my sleep and pulses. The courtesan who never from the dwelling Of Caesar turned aside her strumpet eyes, Death universal and the vice of courts, Inflamed against me all the other minds, And they, inflamed, did so inflame Augustus, That my glad honours turned to dismal mournings. 70/My spirit, in disdainful exultation, Thinking by dying to escape disdain, Made me unjust against myself, the just. I, by the roots unwonted of this wood, Do swear to you that never broke I faith Unto my lord, who was so worthy of honour; And to the world if one of you return, Let him my memory comfort, which is lying Still prostrate from the blow that envy dealt it.' Waited awhile, and then: 'If you want to know more,' 80/The Poet said to me, 'don't waste time, We don't have all day so ask him now.' Whence I to him: 'Do thou again inquire Concerning what thou thinks't will satisfy me; For I cannot, such pity is in my heart.' Therefore he recommenced: 'So may the man Do for thee freely what thy speech implores, Spirit incarcerate, again be pleased To tell us in what way the soul is bound Within these knots; and tell us, if thou canst, 90/If any from such members e'er is freed.' Then blew the trunk amain, and afterward The wind was into such a voice converted: 'With brevity shall be replied to you. When the exasperated soul abandons The body whence it rent itself away, Minos consigns it to the seventh abyss. It falls into the forest, and no part Is chosen for it; but where Fortune hurls it, There like a grain of spelt it germinates. 100/It springs a sapling, and a forest tree; The Harpies, feeding then upon its leaves, Do pain create, and for the pain an outlet. Like others for our spoils shall we return; But not that any one may them revest, For 'tis not just to have what one casts off. Here we shall drag them, and along the dismal Forest our bodies shall suspended be, Each to the thorn of his molested shade.' We were attentive still unto the trunk, 110/Thinking that more it yet might wish to tell us, When by a tumult we were overtaken, In the same way as he is who perceives The boar and chase approaching to his stand, Who hears the crashing of the beasts and branches; And two behold! upon our left-hand side, Naked and scratched, fleeing so furiously, That of the forest, every fan they broke. He who was in advance: 'Now help, Death, help!' And the other one, who seemed to lag too much, 120/Was shouting: 'Lano, were not so alert Those legs of thine at joustings of the Toppo!' And then, perchance because his breath was failing, He grouped himself together with a bush. Behind them was the forest full of black She-mastiffs, ravenous, and swift of foot As greyhounds, who are issuing from the chain. On him who had crouched down they set their teeth, And him they lacerated piece by piece, Thereafter bore away those aching members. 130/Thereat my Escort took me by the hand, And led me to the bush, that all in vain Was weeping from its bloody lacerations. 'O Jacopo,' it said, 'of Sant' Andrea, What helped it thee of me to make a screen? What blame have I in thy nefarious life?' When near him had the Master stayed his steps, He said: 'Hey Bush Buddy, tell us a story What was your life like?  We're curious.' And he to us: 'O souls, that hither come 140/To look upon the shameful massacre That has so rent away from me my leaves, Gather them up beneath the dismal bush; I of that city was which to the Baptist Changed its first patron, wherefore he for this Forever with his art will make it sad. And were it not that on the pass of Arno Some glimpses of him are remaining still, Those citizens, who afterwards rebuilt it Upon the ashes left by Attila, 150/In vain had caused their labour to be done. Of my own house I made myself a gibbet.' !CANTO XIV. Because the charity of my native place Constrained me, gathered I the scattered leaves, And gave them back to him, who now was hoarse. Then came we to the confine, where disparted The second round is from the third, and where A horrible form of Justice is beheld. Clearly to manifest these novel things, I say that we arrived upon a plain, Which from its bed rejecteth every plant; 10/The dolorous forest is a garland to it All round about, as the sad moat to that; There close upon the edge we stayed our feet. The soil was of an arid and thick sand, Not of another fashion made than that Which by the feet of Cato once was pressed. Vengeance of God, O how much oughtest thou By each one to be dreaded, who doth read That which was manifest unto mine eyes! Of naked souls beheld I many herds, 20/Who all were weeping very miserably, And over them seemed set a law diverse. Supine upon the ground some folk were lying; And some were sitting all drawn up together, And others went about continually. Those who were going round were far the more, And those were less who lay down to their torment, But had their tongues more loosed to lamentation. O'er all the sand-waste, with a gradual fall, Were raining down dilated flakes of fire, 30/As of the snow on Alp without a wind. As Alexander, in those torrid parts Of India, beheld upon his host Flames fall unbroken till they reached the ground. Whence he provided with his phalanxes To trample down the soil, because the vapour Better extinguished was while it was single; Thus was descending the eternal heat, Whereby the sand was set on fire, like tinder Beneath the steel, for doubling of the dole. 40/Without repose forever was the dance Of miserable hands, now there, now here, Shaking away from off them the fresh gleeds. 'Master,' began I, 'thou who overcomest All things except the demons dire, that issued Against us at the entrance of the gate, Who is that mighty one who seems to heed not The fire, and lieth lowering and disdainful, So that the rain seems not to ripen him?' And he himself, who had become aware 50/That I was questioning my Guide about him, Cried: 'Such as I was living, am I, dead. If Jove should weary out his smith, from whom He seized in anger the sharp thunderbolt, Wherewith upon the last day I was smitten, And if he wearied out by turns the others In Mongibello at the swarthy forge, Vociferating, 'Help, good Vulcan, help!' Even as he did there at the fight of Phlegra, And shot his bolts at me with all his might, 60/He would not have thereby a joyous vengeance.' Then did my Leader speak with such great force, That I had never heard him speak so loud: 'Yo Capaneus, aren't you aware that Your arrogance increases your punishment;? The only thing making you miserable, Is yourself.  Chill out bro!' Then he turned round to me with better lip, Saying: 'This un-macho rage man here Was one of seven kings who beseged Thebes 70/And also he seems to hate God for some reason; The only reason he's here is his doing If he calmed down he could walk on out. Now follow me, but step lightly here Don't let your feet touch the grody sand, Stay close to the woods, understand?' Speaking no word, we came to where there gushes Forth from the wood a little rivulet, Whose redness makes my hair still stand on end. As from the Bulicame springs the brooklet, 80/The sinful women later share among them, So downward through the sand it went its way. The bottom of it, and both sloping banks, Were made of stone, and the margins at the side; Whence I perceived that there the passage was. 'Out of everything we've seen so far Since we began this hellish vacation Has been pretty gnarly, you'll agree But feast your eyes on this fire-water Nothing is as rad as this here river, 90/With the flames dancing on the surface.' These words were of my Leader; whence I prayed him That he would give me largess of the food, For which he had given me largess of desire. 'Back on Earth there is this island,' Said he thereafterward, 'It's called Crete, And the king there kept his world boring. On Crete there's this huge old mountain There are streams and forests and nature stuff. Nobody lives there, but it's pretty okay. 100/The Greeks believed that a goddess gave birth And hid her son on that island, which I guess Makes sense because babies are loud and all. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this It doesn't have very much to do with the river, But it somehow seemed like the right thing. Say, did you know that some guy back on Earth, Made a video game where I'm a dragon? It's awesome!  I can breath fire and fly. Did you bring any food with you at all? 110/Ghosts can't really eat you understand, But it's been so long since I snapped Into a Slim Jim that I kinda was hoping Maybe you had one in your pocket somewhere, And could just pass it through me a bit So that I can absorb some of the essence. That's how ghosts eat, like this you see; Watch 1995's 'Casper', it's in there. Anyway, this river flows down through Hell. Eventually it will go to the very bottom 120/But you'll see where, we're going there.' And I to him: 'If so the present runnel Doth take its rise in this way from our world, Why only on this verge appears it to us?' And he to me: 'You know that Hell is circular, We've come a long way but not long enough, There's still a long way yet to go, We haven't made it quite to the end yet. So if you've been surprised by the sights, Let me say: You ain't seen nothing yet.' 130/And I again: 'Master, where shall be found Lethe and Phlegethon, for of one thou'rt silent, And sayest the other of this rain is made?' 'I said nothing of the sort, you buffoon!' Replied he; 'but to answer your question, If you look at the water you might know. See the water there? That's the Lethe, Sometimes the souls of the punished bathe And forget why they're here.  It sucks.' Then said he: 'Alright that's enough for now 140/Tourism time is over, we have a schedule; Let's go this way, follow me across, I want to get out of this stupid forest.' !CANTO XV. Now bears us onward one of the hard margins, And so the brooklet's mist o'ershadows it, From fire it saves the water and the dikes. Even as the Flemings, 'twixt Cadsand and Bruges, Fearing the flood that tow'rds them hurls itself, Their bulwarks build to put the sea to flight; And as the Paduans along the Brenta, To guard their villas and their villages, Or ever Chiarentana feel the heat; 10/In such similitude had those been made, Albeit not so lofty nor so thick, Whoever he might be, the master made them. Now were we from the forest so remote, I could not have discovered where it was, Even if backward I had turned myself, When we a company of souls encountered, Who came beside the dike, and every one Gazed at us, as at evening we are wont To eye each other under a new moon, 20/And so towards us sharpened they their brows As an old tailor at the needle's eye. Thus scrutinised by such a family, By some one I was recognised, who seized My garment's hem, and cried out, 'What a marvel!' And I, when he stretched forth his arm to me, On his baked aspect fastened so mine eyes, That the scorched countenance prevented not His recognition by my intellect; And bowing down my face unto his own, 30/I made reply, 'Are you here, Ser Brunetto?' And he: 'May't not displease thee, O my son, If a brief space with thee Brunetto Latini Backward return and let the trail go on.' I said to him: 'With all my power I ask it; And if you wish me to sit down with you, I will, if he please, for I go with him.' 'O son,' he said, 'whoever of this herd A moment stops, lies then a hundred years, Nor fans himself when smiteth him the fire. 40/Therefore go on; I at thy skirts will come, And afterward will I rejoin my band, Which goes lamenting its eternal doom.' I did not dare to go down from the road Level to walk with him; but my head bowed I held as one who goeth reverently. And he began: 'What fortune or what fate Before the last day leadeth thee down here? And who is this that showeth thee the way?' 'Up there above us in the life serene,' 50/I answered him, 'I lost me in a valley, Or ever yet my age had been completed. But yestermorn I turned my back upon it; This one appeared to me, returning thither, And homeward leadeth me along this road.' And he to me: 'If thou thy star do follow, Thou canst not fail thee of a glorious port, If well I judged in the life beautiful. And if I had not died so prematurely, Seeing Heaven thus benignant unto thee, 60/I would have given thee comfort in the work. But that ungrateful and malignant people, Which of old time from Fesole descended, And smacks still of the mountain and the granite, Will make itself, for thy good deeds, thy foe; And it is right; for among crabbed sorbs It ill befits the sweet fig to bear fruit. Old rumour in the world proclaims them blind; A people avaricious, envious, proud; Take heed that of their customs thou do cleanse thee. 70/Thy fortune so much honour doth reserve thee, One party and the other shall be hungry For thee; but far from goat shall be the grass. Their litter let the beasts of Fesole Make of themselves, nor let them touch the plant, If any still upon their dunghill rise, In which may yet revive the consecrated Seed of those Romans, who remained there when The nest of such great malice it became.' 'If my entreaty wholly were fulfilled,' 80/Replied I to him, 'not yet would you be In banishment from human nature placed; For in my mind is fixed, and touches now My heart the dear and good paternal image Of you, when in the world from hour to hour You taught me how a man becomes eternal; And how much I am grateful, while I live Behoves that in my language be discerned. What you narrate of my career I write, And keep it to be glossed with other text 90/By a Lady who can do it, if I reach her. This much will I have manifest to you; Provided that my conscience do not chide me, For whatsoever Fortune I am ready. Such handsel is not new unto mine ears; Therefore let Fortune turn her wheel around As it may please her, and the churl his mattock.' My Master thereupon on his right cheek Did backward turn himself, and looked at me; Then said: 'Man, what a downer!' 100/Nor speaking less on that account, I go With Ser Brunetto, and I ask who are His most known and most eminent companions. And he to me: 'To know of some is well; Of others it were laudable to be silent, For short would be the time for so much speech. Know them in sum, that all of them were clerks, And men of letters great and of great fame, In the world tainted with the selfsame sin. Priscian goes yonder with that wretched crowd, 110/And Francis of Accorso; and thou hadst seen there If thou hadst had a hankering for such scurf, That one, who by the Servant of the Servants From Arno was transferred to Bacchiglione, Where he has left his sin-excited nerves. More would I say, but coming and discoursing Can be no longer; for that I behold New smoke uprising yonder from the sand. A people comes with whom I may not be; Commended unto thee be my Tesoro, 120/In which I still live, and no more I ask.' Then he turned round, and seemed to be of those Who at Verona run for the Green Mantle Across the plain; and seemed to be among them The one who wins, and not the one who loses. !CANTO XVI. Now was I where was heard the reverberation Of water falling into the next round, Like to that humming which the beehives make, When shadows three together started forth, Running, from out a company that passed Beneath the rain of the sharp martyrdom. Towards us came they, and each one cried out: 'Stop, thou; for by thy garb to us thou seemest To be some one of our depraved city.' 10/Ah me! what wounds I saw upon their limbs, Recent and ancient by the flames burnt in! It pains me still but to remember it. Unto their cries my Teacher paused attentive; He turned his face towards me, and 'Now wait,' He said; 'We need to be nice to these guys. If it weren't for the fact that we're in Hell Which is inherently a bad place to be I'd say that they're swell dudes really.' As soon as we stood still, they recommenced 20/The old refrain, and when they overtook us, Formed of themselves a wheel, all three of them. As champions stripped and oiled are wont to do, Watching for their advantage and their hold, Before they come to blows and thrusts between them, Thus, wheeling round, did every one his visage Direct to me, so that in opposite wise His neck and feet continual journey made. And, 'If the misery of this soft place Bring in disdain ourselves and our entreaties,' 30/Began one, 'and our aspect black and blistered, Let the renown of us thy mind incline To tell us who thou art, who thus securely Thy living feet dost move along through Hell. He in whose footprints thou dost see me treading, Naked and skinless though he now may go, Was of a greater rank than thou dost think; He was the grandson of the good Gualdrada; His name was Guidoguerra, and in life Much did he with his wisdom and his sword. 40/The other, who close by me treads the sand, Tegghiaio Aldobrandi is, whose fame Above there in the world should welcome be. And I, who with them on the cross am placed, Jacopo Rusticucci was; and truly My savage wife, more than aught else, doth harm me.' Could I have been protected from the fire, Below I should have thrown myself among them, And think the Teacher would have suffered it; But as I should have burned and baked myself, 50/My terror overmastered my good will, Which made me greedy of embracing them. Then I began: 'Sorrow and not disdain Did your condition fix within me so, That tardily it wholly is stripped off, As soon as this my Lord said unto me Words, on account of which I thought within me That people such as you are were approaching. I of your city am; and evermore Your labours and your honourable names 60/I with affection have retraced and heard. I leave the gall, and go for the sweet fruits Promised to me by the veracious Leader; But to the centre first I needs must plunge.' 'So may the soul for a long while conduct Those limbs of thine,' did he make answer then, 'And so may thy renown shine after thee, Valour and courtesy, say if they dwell Within our city, as they used to do, Or if they wholly have gone out of it; 70/For Guglielmo Borsier, who is in torment With us of late, and goes there with his comrades, Doth greatly mortify us with his words.' 'The new inhabitants and the sudden gains, Pride and extravagance have in thee engendered, Florence, so that thou weep'st thereat already!' In this wise I exclaimed with face uplifted; And the three, taking that for my reply, Looked at each other, as one looks at truth. 'If other times so little it doth cost thee,' 80/Replied they all, 'to satisfy another, Happy art thou, thus speaking at thy will! Therefore, if thou escape from these dark places, And come to rebehold the beauteous stars, When it shall pleasure thee to say, 'I was,' See that thou speak of us unto the people.' Then they broke up the wheel, and in their flight It seemed as if their agile legs were wings. Not an Amen could possibly be said So rapidly as they had disappeared; 90/Wherefore the Master deemed best to depart. I followed him, and little had we gone, Before the sound of water was so near us, That speaking we should hardly have been heard. Even as that stream which holdeth its own course The first from Monte Veso tow'rds the East, Upon the left-hand slope of Apennine, Which is above called Acquacheta, ere It down descendeth into its low bed, And at Forli is vacant of that name, 100/Reverberates there above San Benedetto From Alps, by falling at a single leap, Where for a thousand there were room enough; Thus downward from a bank precipitate, We found resounding that dark-tinted water, So that it soon the ear would have offended. I had a cord around about me girt, And therewithal I whilom had designed To take the panther with the painted skin. After I this had all from me unloosed, 110/As my Conductor had commanded me, I reached it to him, gathered up and coiled, Whereat he turned himself to the right side, And at a little distance from the verge, He cast it down into that deep abyss. 'It must needs be some novelty respond,' I said within myself, 'to the new signal The Master with his eye is following so.' Ah me! how very cautious men should be With those who not alone behold the act, 120/But with their wisdom look into the thoughts! He said to me: 'Soon what I'm waiting for Will show up here, and your curiosity Might be satisfied, for a while.' Aye to that truth which has the face of falsehood, A man should close his lips as far as may be, Because without his fault it causes shame; But here I cannot; and, Reader, by the notes Of this my Comedy to thee I swear, So may they not be void of lasting favour, 130/Athwart that dense and darksome atmosphere I saw a figure swimming upward come, Marvellous unto every steadfast heart, Even as he returns who goeth down Sometimes to clear an anchor, which has grappled Reef, or aught else that in the sea is hidden, Who upward stretches, and draws in his feet. !CANTO XVII. 'Look at that super macho monster down there! He shatters mountains and breaks city walls! Check out his power, and be awed!' Thus unto me my Guide began to say, And beckoned him that he should come to shore, Near to the confine of the trodden marble; And that uncleanly image of deceit Came up and thrust ashore its head and bust, But on the border did not drag its tail. 10/The face was as the face of a just man, Its semblance outwardly was so benign, And of a serpent all the trunk beside. Two paws it had, hairy unto the armpits; The back, and breast, and both the sides it had Depicted o'er with nooses and with shields. With colours more, groundwork or broidery Never in cloth did Tartars make nor Turks, Nor were such tissues by Arachne laid. As sometimes wherries lie upon the shore, 20/That part are in the water, part on land; And as among the guzzling Germans there, The beaver plants himself to wage his war; So that vile monster lay upon the border, Which is of stone, and shutteth in the sand. His tail was wholly quivering in the void, Contorting upwards the envenomed fork, That in the guise of scorpion armed its point. The Guide said: 'We should avoid it. Despite my macho strength and nacho power 30/He is one dude that I don't want to fight.' We therefore on the right side descended, And made ten steps upon the outer verge, Completely to avoid the sand and flame; And after we are come to him, I see A little farther off upon the sand A people sitting near the hollow place. Then said to me the Master: 'It'll improve Your experience of Hell immensely, If you go ask them what their deal is. 40/This is not space, but for them, it's the place; While you do that I'm going to sunbathe, In this Sahara that is Macho Madness.' Thus farther still upon the outermost Head of that seventh circle all alone I went, where sat the melancholy folk. Out of their eyes was gushing forth their woe; This way, that way, they helped them with their hands Now from the flames and now from the hot soil. Not otherwise in summer do the dogs, 50/Now with the foot, now with the muzzle, when By fleas, or flies, or gadflies, they are bitten. When I had turned mine eyes upon the faces Of some, on whom the dolorous fire is falling, Not one of them I knew; but I perceived That from the neck of each there hung a pouch, Which certain colour had, and certain blazon; And thereupon it seems their eyes are feeding. And as I gazing round me come among them, Upon a yellow pouch I azure saw 60/That had the face and posture of a lion. Proceeding then the current of my sight, Another of them saw I, red as blood, Display a goose more white than butter is. And one, who with an azure sow and gravid Emblazoned had his little pouch of white, Said unto me: 'What dost thou in this moat? Now get thee gone; and since thou'rt still alive, Know that a neighbour of mine, Vitaliano, Will have his seat here on my left-hand side. 70/A Paduan am I with these Florentines; Full many a time they thunder in mine ears, Exclaiming, 'Come the sovereign cavalier, He who shall bring the satchel with three goats;'' Then twisted he his mouth, and forth he thrust His tongue, like to an ox that licks its nose. And fearing lest my longer stay might vex Him who had warned me not to tarry long, Backward I turned me from those weary souls. I found my Guide, who had already mounted 80/Upon the back of that wild animal, And said to me: 'Now don't be a wuss. It's time to descend some stairs, get hype! You ride up front and me in back, So that you don't get hurt by the tail.' Such as he is who has so near the ague Of quartan that his nails are blue already, And trembles all, but looking at the shade; Even such became I at those proffered words; But shame in me his menaces produced, 90/Which maketh servant strong before good master. I seated me upon those monstrous shoulders; I wished to say, and yet the voice came not As I believed, 'Take heed that thou embrace me.' But he, who other times had rescued me In other peril, soon as I had mounted, Within his arms encircled and sustained me, And said: 'Giddyup hoss! Go forth; It's not every day you carry the Macho Man; Think of the story you can tell your friends.' 100/Even as the little vessel shoves from shore, Backward, still backward, so he thence withdrew; And when he wholly felt himself afloat, There where his breast had been he turned his tail, And that extended like an eel he moved, And with his paws drew to himself the air. A greater fear I do not think there was What time abandoned Phaeton the reins, Whereby the heavens, as still appears, were scorched; Nor when the wretched Icarus his flanks 110/Felt stripped of feathers by the melting wax, His father crying, 'An ill way thou takest!' Than was my own, when I perceived myself On all sides in the air, and saw extinguished The sight of everything but of the monster. Onward he goeth, swimming slowly, slowly; Wheels and descends, but I perceive it only By wind upon my face and from below. I heard already on the right the whirlpool Making a horrible crashing under us; 120/Whence I thrust out my head with eyes cast downward. Then was I still more fearful of the abyss; Because I fires beheld, and heard laments, Whereat I, trembling, all the closer cling. I saw then, for before I had not seen it, The turning and descending, by great horrors That were approaching upon divers sides. As falcon who has long been on the wing, Who, without seeing either lure or bird, Maketh the falconer say, 'Ah me, thou stoopest,' 130/Descendeth weary, whence he started swiftly, Thorough a hundred circles, and alights Far from his master, sullen and disdainful; Even thus did Geryon place us on the bottom, Close to the bases of the rough-hewn rock, And being disencumbered of our persons, He sped away as arrow from the string. !CANTO XVIII. There is a place in Hell called Malebolge, Wholly of stone and of an iron colour, As is the circle that around it turns. Right in the middle of the field malign There yawns a well exceeding wide and deep, Of which its place the structure will recount. Round, then, is that enclosure which remains Between the well and foot of the high, hard bank, And has distinct in valleys ten its bottom. 10/As where for the protection of the walls Many and many moats surround the castles, The part in which they are a figure forms, Just such an image those presented there; And as about such strongholds from their gates Unto the outer bank are little bridges, So from the precipice's base did crags Project, which intersected dikes and moats, Unto the well that truncates and collects them. Within this place, down shaken from the back 20/Of Geryon, we found us; and the Poet Held to the left, and I moved on behind. Upon my right hand I beheld new anguish, New torments, and new wielders of the lash, Wherewith the foremost Bolgia was replete. Down at the bottom were the sinners naked; This side the middle came they facing us, Beyond it, with us, but with greater steps; Even as the Romans, for the mighty host, The year of Jubilee, upon the bridge, 30/Have chosen a mode to pass the people over; For all upon one side towards the Castle Their faces have, and go unto St. Peter's; On the other side they go towards the Mountain. This side and that, along the livid stone Beheld I horned demons with great scourges, Who cruelly were beating them behind. Ah me! how they did make them lift their legs At the first blows! and sooth not any one The second waited for, nor for the third. 40/While I was going on, mine eyes by one Encountered were; and straight I said: 'Already With sight of this one I am not unfed.' Therefore I stayed my feet to make him out, And with me the sweet Guide came to a stand, And to my going somewhat back assented; And he, the scourged one, thought to hide himself, Lowering his face, but little it availed him; For said I: 'Thou that castest down thine eyes, If false are not the features which thou bearest, 50/Thou art Venedico Caccianimico; But what doth bring thee to such pungent sauces?' And he to me: 'Unwillingly I tell it; But forces me thine utterance distinct, Which makes me recollect the ancient world. I was the one who the fair Ghisola Induced to grant the wishes of the Marquis, Howe'er the shameless story may be told. Not the sole Bolognese am I who weeps here; Nay, rather is this place so full of them, 60/That not so many tongues to-day are taught 'Twixt Reno and Savena to say 'sipa;' And if thereof thou wishest pledge or proof, Bring to thy mind our avaricious heart.' While speaking in this manner, with his scourge A demon smote him, and said: 'Get thee gone Pander, there are no women here for coin.' I joined myself again unto mine Escort; Thereafterward with footsteps few we came To where a crag projected from the bank. 70/This very easily did we ascend, And turning to the right along its ridge, From those eternal circles we departed. When we were there, where it is hollowed out Beneath, to give a passage to the scourged, The Guide said: 'Wait and look at them, Those unhip cats who are born evil, Those whom we have not seen as of yet, Because they've been following us.' From the old bridge we looked upon the train 80/Which tow'rds us came upon the other border, And which the scourges in like manner smite. And the good Master, without my inquiring, Said to me: 'Look at the tall one there, Despite his pain he's standing up tall; See how macho he remains in its face! That's Jason, whom you've heard of maybe? He did some pretty despicable stuff. I honestly never read Greek myths So I'm sort of in the dark about this. 90/You'll have to do the reading yourself. Instead, why don't you go bother him? Ask him about his wife and kids, And if he ever was a liar to them. I do know he had a cool boat called the Argo; I heard he went searching for some mutton, But then discovered gold was inedible. Seems like you could learn a lot from him; About how to be a jerk to women and kids You know, if you weren't already.' 100/We were already where the narrow path Crosses athwart the second dike, and forms Of that a buttress for another arch. Thence we heard people, who are making moan In the next Bolgia, snorting with their muzzles, And with their palms beating upon themselves The margins were incrusted with a mould By exhalation from below, that sticks there, And with the eyes and nostrils wages war. The bottom is so deep, no place suffices 110/To give us sight of it, without ascending The arch's back, where most the crag impends. Thither we came, and thence down in the moat I saw a people smothered in a filth That out of human privies seemed to flow; And whilst below there with mine eye I search, I saw one with his head so foul with ordure, It was not clear if he were clerk or layman. He screamed to me: 'Wherefore art thou so eager To look at me more than the other foul ones?' 120/And I to him: 'Because, if I remember, I have already seen thee with dry hair, And thou'rt Alessio Interminei of Lucca; Therefore I eye thee more than all the others.' And he thereon, belabouring his pumpkin: 'The flatteries have submerged me here below, Wherewith my tongue was never surfeited.' Then said to me the Guide: 'See that thou thrust Thy visage somewhat farther in advance, That with thine eyes thou well the face attain 130/Of that uncleanly and dishevelled drab, Who there doth scratch herself with filthy nails, And crouches now, and now on foot is standing. Thais the harlot is it, who replied Unto her paramour, when he said, 'Have I Great gratitude from thee?'--'Nay, marvellous;' And herewith let our sight be satisfied.' !CANTO XIX. O Simon Magus, O forlorn disciples, Ye who the things of God, which ought to be The brides of holiness, rapaciously For silver and for gold do prostitute, Now it behoves for you the trumpet sound, Because in this third Bolgia ye abide. We had already on the following tomb Ascended to that portion of the crag Which o'er the middle of the moat hangs plumb. 10/Wisdom supreme, O how great art thou showest In heaven, in earth, and in the evil world, And with what justice doth thy power distribute! I saw upon the sides and on the bottom The livid stone with perforations filled, All of one size, and every one was round. To me less ample seemed they not, nor greater Than those that in my beautiful Saint John Are fashioned for the place of the baptisers, And one of which, not many years ago, 20/I broke for some one, who was drowning in it; Be this a seal all men to undeceive. Out of the mouth of each one there protruded The feet of a transgressor, and the legs Up to the calf, the rest within remained. In all of them the soles were both on fire; Wherefore the joints so violently quivered, They would have snapped asunder withes and bands. Even as the flame of unctuous things is wont To move upon the outer surface only, 30/So likewise was it there from heel to point. 'Master, who is that one who writhes himself, More than his other comrades quivering,' I said, 'and whom a redder flame is sucking?' And he to me: 'If you follow me a little bit, Down this bank to where that cat is sitting, He will tell you himself his sorry story.' And I: 'What pleases thee, to me is pleasing; Thou art my Lord, and knowest that I depart not From thy desire, and knowest what is not spoken.' 40/Straightway upon the fourth dike we arrived; We turned, and on the left-hand side descended Down to the bottom full of holes and narrow. And the good Master yet from off his haunch Deposed me not, till to the hole he brought me Of him who so lamented with his shanks. 'Whoe'er thou art, that standest upside down, O doleful soul, implanted like a stake,' To say began I, 'if thou canst, speak out.' I stood even as the friar who is confessing 50/The false assassin, who, when he is fixed, Recalls him, so that death may be delayed. And he cried out: 'Dost thou stand there already, Dost thou stand there already, Boniface? By many years the record lied to me. Art thou so early satiate with that wealth, For which thou didst not fear to take by fraud The beautiful Lady, and then work her woe?' Such I became, as people are who stand, Not comprehending what is answered them, 60/As if bemocked, and know not how to answer. Then said Macho Man: 'Quick-like, tell him 'That's not me, I'm a different guy!'' And I replied as was imposed on me. Whereat the spirit writhed with both his feet, Then, sighing, with a voice of lamentation Said to me: 'Then what wantest thou of me? If who I am thou carest so much to know, That thou on that account hast crossed the bank, Know that I vested was with the great mantle; 70/And truly was I son of the She-bear, So eager to advance the cubs, that wealth Above, and here myself, I pocketed. Beneath my head the others are dragged down Who have preceded me in simony, Flattened along the fissure of the rock. Below there I shall likewise fall, whenever That one shall come who I believed thou wast, What time the sudden question I proposed. But longer I my feet already toast, 80/And here have been in this way upside down, Than he will planted stay with reddened feet; For after him shall come of fouler deed From tow'rds the west a Pastor without law, Such as befits to cover him and me. New Jason will he be, of whom we read In Maccabees; and as his king was pliant, So he who governs France shall be to this one.' I do not know if I were here too bold, That him I answered only in this metre: 90/'I pray thee tell me now how great a treasure Our Lord demanded of Saint Peter first, Before he put the keys into his keeping? Truly he nothing asked but 'Follow me.' Nor Peter nor the rest asked of Matthias Silver or gold, when he by lot was chosen Unto the place the guilty soul had lost. Therefore stay here, for thou art justly punished, And keep safe guard o'er the ill-gotten money, Which caused thee to be valiant against Charles. 100/And were it not that still forbids it me The reverence for the keys superlative Thou hadst in keeping in the gladsome life, I would make use of words more grievous still; Because your avarice afflicts the world, Trampling the good and lifting the depraved. The Evangelist you Pastors had in mind, When she who sitteth upon many waters To fornicate with kings by him was seen; The same who with the seven heads was born, 110/And power and strength from the ten horns received, So long as virtue to her spouse was pleasing. Ye have made yourselves a god of gold and silver; And from the idolater how differ ye, Save that he one, and ye a hundred worship? Ah, Constantine! of how much ill was mother, Not thy conversion, but that marriage dower Which the first wealthy Father took from thee!' And while I sang to him such notes as these, Either that anger or that conscience stung him, 120/He struggled violently with both his feet. I think in sooth that it my Leader pleased, With such contented lip he listened ever Unto the sound of the true words expressed. Therefore with both his arms he took me up, And when he had me all upon his breast, Remounted by the way where he descended. Nor did he tire to have me clasped to him; But bore me to the summit of the arch Which from the fourth dike to the fifth is passage. 130/There tenderly he laid his burden down, Tenderly on the crag uneven and steep, That would have been hard passage for the goats: Thence was unveiled to me another valley. !CANTO XX. Of a new pain behoves me to make verses And give material to the twentieth canto Of the first song, which is of the submerged. I was already thoroughly disposed To peer down into the uncovered depth, Which bathed itself with tears of agony; And people saw I through the circular valley, Silent and weeping, coming at the pace Which in this world the Litanies assume. 10/As lower down my sight descended on them, Wondrously each one seemed to be distorted From chin to the beginning of the chest; For tow'rds the reins the countenance was turned, And backward it behoved them to advance, As to look forward had been taken from them. Perchance indeed by violence of palsy Some one has been thus wholly turned awry; But I ne'er saw it, nor believe it can be. As God may let thee, Reader, gather fruit 20/From this thy reading, think now for thyself How I could ever keep my face unmoistened, When our own image near me I beheld Distorted so, the weeping of the eyes Along the fissure bathed the hinder parts. Truly I wept, leaning upon a peak Of the hard crag, so that my Escort said To me: 'What are you crying for? Are you tired?  Is it your bedtime? It's been a big day for you I know. 30/You must be tired and not even know it. Let me tell you a bedtime story then To pass the time while we stride forward; Our macho hair swirling in the breeze. Once upon a time there was a warrior Sarnath was his name, from Monqurt He was a true knight, macho even as me. When he was young he traveled far Seeking the best challengers and champions Besting them all in one-on-one rumbles. 40/Eventually he came to the land of the Church, That great cathedral of Amour Lardo, Where the Cellulite Pope held his court. Sarnath did not know about religion In his land there was no church at all, And of course this world was not our own. This Nacho Man of old was truly wowed, The music of the priests blew him away And the pontiff himself was noble and kind. For a long time he lived at the court 50/Aiding young paladins in their training Serving as armsmaster for the holy army. Until finally he took oaths himself, Not those to be a clergyman, oh no, But to serve as the shield of the church. At this time an evil nation to the north, Wicked and envious of the church's wealth; Invaded and tried to stamp out the faith. It was Sarnath who held the line, Alongside his four most promising pupils, 60/Who ever after bore the title 'Hounds'. Their names are famous today They were Gleeok and Ragnasaurth Ilthor and strongest of all Thorgan. With their master they stemmed the tide, These five alone against a legion of foes Sheer numbers could not overcome their might. Yet as the battle appeared to be won, A single arrow struck Sarnath in the thigh Fast-acting poison turned his blood cold. 70/Gasping for air in his final minutes, Sarnath passed his title on to Thorgan, Appointing him leader of the Church's army. Thus ended the story of the hero Sarnath And where his spirit went I cannot say, In that world things aren't as simple. If you don't understand this story, Don't sweat it, I'm just killing time. It's actually not that great a story. And sorry if my speech has become formal 80/During the telling of this particular tale, I'm just trying to relate it I heard it. Some guy named Pablo told it to me When we were lifting at the gym last week, And I guess it has kind of stuck with me. Anyway, hopefully this happy tale Has gotten you to stop crying, or at least made you fall asleep; Either way it's the same to me, after all, We're going to have to keep going eventually 90/Unlike you I have all the time in the world. Say, have I ever tell you the cheese joke? You know, the one with the goat and the spoon? Where they end up at the sanitation plant? Well it's too long to tell now, There aren't many lines left in this Canto, But remind me in Canto XXXIV, it's great. A real knee-slapper let me tell you, The sort of joke you'll tell your grandkids Years from now as you munch on a Slim Jim. 100/And I: 'My Master, thy discourses are To me so certain, and so take my faith, That unto me the rest would be spent coals. But tell me of the people who are passing, If any one note-worthy thou beholdest, For only unto that my mind reverts.' Then said he to me: 'Normally I'd tell you But I've just spent a lot of time talking And even ghosts get sore throats, you know. I know that here there's like six more stanzas 110/And that if I stuck on-script I'd give them all But honestly I'm just not feeling it right now. So I'm going to take matters into my own hands My MACHO hands; my NACHO hands, as they were. And end this particular canto early. I hope you don't hold it against me, The next one is more interesting anyway So let's just hurry along to it shall we? Thus spake he to me, and we walked the while. !CANTO XXI. From bridge to bridge thus, speaking other things Of which my Comedy cares not to sing, We came along, and held the summit, when We halted to behold another fissure Of Malebolge and other vain laments; And I beheld it marvellously dark. As in the Arsenal of the Venetians Boils in the winter the tenacious pitch To smear their unsound vessels o'er again, 10/For sail they cannot; and instead thereof One makes his vessel new, and one recaulks The ribs of that which many a voyage has made; One hammers at the prow, one at the stern, This one makes oars, and that one cordage twists, Another mends the mainsail and the mizzen; Thus, not by fire, but by the art divine, Was boiling down below there a dense pitch Which upon every side the bank belimed. I saw it, but I did not see within it 20/Aught but the bubbles that the boiling raised, And all swell up and resubside compressed. The while below there fixedly I gazed, My Leader, crying out: 'Watch out!' Drew me unto himself from where I stood. Then I turned round, as one who is impatient To see what it behoves him to escape, And whom a sudden terror doth unman, Who, while he looks, delays not his departure; And I beheld behind us a black devil, 30/Running along upon the crag, approach. Ah, how ferocious was he in his aspect! And how he seemed to me in action ruthless, With open wings and light upon his feet! His shoulders, which sharp-pointed were and high, A sinner did encumber with both haunches, And he held clutched the sinews of the feet. From off our bridge, he said: 'O Malebranche, Behold one of the elders of Saint Zita; Plunge him beneath, for I return for others 40/Unto that town, which is well furnished with them. All there are barrators, except Bonturo; No into Yes for money there is changed.' He hurled him down, and over the hard crag Turned round, and never was a mastiff loosened In so much hurry to pursue a thief. The other sank, and rose again face downward; But the demons, under cover of the bridge, Cried: 'Here the Santo Volto has no place! Here swims one otherwise than in the Serchio; 50/Therefore, if for our gaffs thou wishest not, Do not uplift thyself above the pitch.' They seized him then with more than a hundred rakes; They said: 'It here behoves thee to dance covered, That, if thou canst, thou secretly mayest pilfer.' Not otherwise the cooks their scullions make Immerse into the middle of the caldron The meat with hooks, so that it may not float. Said the good Master to me: 'You gotta hide, So duck down behind this rock face 60/And they will not be able to see you; Don't worry about what happesn to me, None may withstand the Macho Man unleashed, I've handled these demons many times.' Then he passed on beyond the bridge's head, And as upon the sixth bank he arrived, Need was for him to have a steadfast front. With the same fury, and the same uproar, As dogs leap out upon a mendicant, Who on a sudden begs, where'er he stops, 70/They issued from beneath the little bridge, And turned against him all their grappling-irons; But he cried out: 'Step back idiots! Do you remember what happened last time, When I was strolling through on vacation, And you tried to grab me and paid the price?' They all cried out: 'Let Malacoda go;' Whereat one started, and the rest stood still, And he came to him, saying: 'What avails it?' 'How now, Malacoda? Up for another round? 80/I hope your tail is healed.' my Master said, 'There's a reason your name is evil tail, But what evil can you do if it breaks again? Why not let me pass, and spare your body Unless you're crusing for a bruising.' Then was his arrogance so humbled in him, That he let fall his grapnel at his feet, And to the others said: 'Now strike him not.' And unto me my Guide: 'O thou, who sittest Among the splinters of the bridge crouched down, 90/Securely now return to me again.' Wherefore I started and came swiftly to him; And all the devils forward thrust themselves, So that I feared they would not keep their compact. And thus beheld I once afraid the soldiers Who issued under safeguard from Caprona, Seeing themselves among so many foes. Close did I press myself with all my person Beside my Leader, and turned not mine eyes From off their countenance, which was not good. 100/They lowered their rakes, and 'Wilt thou have me hit him,' They said to one another, 'on the rump?' And answered: 'Yes; see that thou nick him with it.' But the same demon who was holding parley With my Conductor turned him very quickly, And said: 'Be quiet, be quiet, Scarmiglione;' Then said to us: 'You can no farther go Forward upon this crag, because is lying All shattered, at the bottom, the sixth arch. And if it still doth please you to go onward, 110/Pursue your way along upon this rock; Near is another crag that yields a path. Yesterday, five hours later than this hour, One thousand and two hundred sixty-six Years were complete, that here the way was broken. I send in that direction some of mine To see if any one doth air himself; Go ye with them; for they will not be vicious. Step forward, Alichino and Calcabrina,' Began he to cry out, 'and thou, Cagnazzo; 120/And Barbariccia, do thou guide the ten. Come forward, Libicocco and Draghignazzo, And tusked Ciriatto and Graffiacane, And Farfarello and mad Rubicante; Search ye all round about the boiling pitch; Let these be safe as far as the next crag, That all unbroken passes o'er the dens.' 'O me! what is it, Master, that I see? Pray let us go,' I said, 'without an escort, If thou knowest how, since for myself I ask none. 130/If thou art as observant as thy wont is, Dost thou not see that they do gnash their teeth, And with their brows are threatening woe to us?' And he to me: 'There's no need to fear now; They just want to regain their lost pride, Gnashing their teeth to shore up their image.' Along the left-hand dike they wheeled about; But first had each one thrust his tongue between His teeth towards their leader for a signal; And he had made a trumpet of his rump. !CANTO XXII. I have erewhile seen horsemen moving camp, Begin the storming, and their muster make, And sometimes starting off for their escape; Vaunt-couriers have I seen upon your land, O Aretines, and foragers go forth, Tournaments stricken, and the joustings run, Sometimes with trumpets and sometimes with bells, With kettle-drums, and signals of the castles, And with our own, and with outlandish things, 10/But never yet with bagpipe so uncouth Did I see horsemen move, nor infantry, Nor ship by any sign of land or star. We went upon our way with the ten demons; Ah, savage company! but in the church With saints, and in the tavern with the gluttons! Ever upon the pitch was my intent, To see the whole condition of that Bolgia, And of the people who therein were burned. Even as the dolphins, when they make a sign 20/To mariners by arching of the back, That they should counsel take to save their vessel, Thus sometimes, to alleviate his pain, One of the sinners would display his back, And in less time conceal it than it lightens. As on the brink of water in a ditch The frogs stand only with their muzzles out, So that they hide their feet and other bulk, So upon every side the sinners stood; But ever as Barbariccia near them came, 30/Thus underneath the boiling they withdrew. I saw, and still my heart doth shudder at it, One waiting thus, even as it comes to pass One frog remains, and down another dives; And Graffiacan, who most confronted him, Grappled him by his tresses smeared with pitch, And drew him up, so that he seemed an otter. I knew, before, the names of all of them, So had I noted them when they were chosen, And when they called each other, listened how. 40/'O Rubicante, see that thou do lay Thy claws upon him, so that thou mayst flay him,' Cried all together the accursed ones. And I: 'My Master, see to it, if thou canst, That thou mayst know who is the luckless wight, Thus come into his adversaries' hands.' Near to the side of him my Leader drew, Asked of him whence he was; and he replied: 'I in the kingdom of Navarre was born; My mother placed me servant to a lord, 50/For she had borne me to a ribald knave, Destroyer of himself and of his things. Then I domestic was of good King Thibault; I set me there to practise barratry, For which I pay the reckoning in this heat.' And Ciriatto, from whose mouth projected, On either side, a tusk, as in a boar, Caused him to feel how one of them could rip. Among malicious cats the mouse had come; But Barbariccia clasped him in his arms, 60/And said: 'Stand ye aside, while I enfork him.' And to my Master he turned round his head; 'Ask him again,' he said, 'and just maybe You've noticed I always tell you that.' The Guide: 'Now tell us of the others here; Are there any who are worthing hearing about? Best gnarly story?'  And he: 'I separated Lately from one who was a neighbour to it; Would that I still were covered up with him, For I should fear not either claw nor hook!' 70/And Libicocco: 'We have borne too much;' And with his grapnel seized him by the arm, So that, by rending, he tore off a tendon. Eke Draghignazzo wished to pounce upon him Down at the legs; whence their Decurion Turned round and round about with evil look. When they again somewhat were pacified, Of him, who still was looking at his wound, Demanded my Conductor without stay: 'Wow who was that guy?  I don't know him. 80/Also you might want to get that looked at.' And he replied: 'It was the Friar Gomita, He of Gallura, vessel of all fraud, Who had the enemies of his Lord in hand, And dealt so with them each exults thereat; Money he took, and let them smoothly off, As he says; and in other offices A barrator was he, not mean but sovereign. Foregathers with him one Don Michael Zanche Of Logodoro; and of Sardinia 90/To gossip never do their tongues feel tired. O me! see that one, how he grinds his teeth; Still farther would I speak, but am afraid Lest he to scratch my itch be making ready.' And the grand Provost, turned to Farfarello, Who rolled his eyes about as if to strike, Said: 'Stand aside there, thou malicious bird.' 'If you desire either to see or hear,' The terror-stricken recommenced thereon, 'Tuscans or Lombards, I will make them come. 100/But let the Malebranche cease a little, So that these may not their revenges fear, And I, down sitting in this very place, For one that I am will make seven come, When I shall whistle, as our custom is To do whenever one of us comes out.' Cagnazzo at these words his muzzle lifted, Shaking his head, and said: 'Just hear the trick Which he has thought of, down to throw himself!' Whence he, who snares in great abundance had, 110/Responded: 'I by far too cunning am, When I procure for mine a greater sadness.' Alichin held not in, but running counter Unto the rest, said to him: 'If thou dive, I will not follow thee upon the gallop, But I will beat my wings above the pitch; The height be left, and be the bank a shield To see if thou alone dost countervail us.' O thou who readest, thou shalt hear new sport! Each to the other side his eyes averted; 120/He first, who most reluctant was to do it. The Navarrese selected well his time; Planted his feet on land, and in a moment Leaped, and released himself from their design. Whereat each one was suddenly stung with shame, But he most who was cause of the defeat; Therefore he moved, and cried: 'Thou art o'ertakern.' But little it availed, for wings could not Outstrip the fear; the other one went under, And, flying, upward he his breast directed; 130/Not otherwise the duck upon a sudden Dives under, when the falcon is approaching, And upward he returneth cross and weary. Infuriate at the mockery, Calcabrina Flying behind him followed close, desirous The other should escape, to have a quarrel. And when the barrator had disappeared, He turned his talons upon his companion, And grappled with him right above the moat. But sooth the other was a doughty sparhawk 140/To clapperclaw him well; and both of them Fell in the middle of the boiling pond. A sudden intercessor was the heat; But ne'ertheless of rising there was naught, To such degree they had their wings belimed. Lamenting with the others, Barbariccia Made four of them fly to the other side With all their gaffs, and very speedily This side and that they to their posts descended; They stretched their hooks towards the pitch-ensnared, 150/Who were already baked within the crust, And in this manner busied did we leave them. !CANTO XXIII. Silent, alone, and without company We went, the one in front, the other after, As go the Minor Friars along their way. Upon the fable of Aesop was directed My thought, by reason of the present quarrel, Where he has spoken of the frog and mouse; For 'mo' and 'issa' are not more alike Than this one is to that, if well we couple End and beginning with a steadfast mind. 10/And even as one thought from another springs, So afterward from that was born another, Which the first fear within me double made. Thus did I ponder: 'These on our account Are laughed to scorn, with injury and scoff So great, that much I think it must annoy them. If anger be engrafted on ill-will, They will come after us more merciless Than dog upon the leveret which he seizes,' I felt my hair stand all on end already 20/With terror, and stood backwardly intent, When said I: 'Master, if thou hidest not Thyself and me forthwith, of Malebranche I am in dread; we have them now behind us; I so imagine them, I already feel them.' And he: 'Sometimes when I hear you speak, I have no idea what you're saying at all And so I imagine it's a hilarious joke. Now, for example, you just said gibberish, Which I interpreted as a very funny bit 30/About a rooster and a tractor-trailer. Let's take this downward slope here Step lively, macho men don't lose balance, Nothing shall catch us on this path.' Not yet he finished rendering such opinion, When I beheld them come with outstretched wings, Not far remote, with will to seize upon us. My Leader on a sudden seized me up, Even as a mother who by noise is wakened, And close beside her sees the enkindled flames, 40/Who takes her son, and flies, and does not stop, Having more care of him than of herself, So that she clothes her only with a shift; And downward from the top of the hard bank Supine he gave him to the pendent rock, That one side of the other Bolgia walls. Ne'er ran so swiftly water through a sluice To turn the wheel of any land-built mill, When nearest to the paddles it approaches, As did my Master down along that border, 50/Bearing me with him on his breast away, As his own son, and not as a companion. Hardly the bed of the ravine below His feet had reached, ere they had reached the hill Right over us; but he was not afraid; For the high Providence, which had ordained To place them ministers of the fifth moat, The power of thence departing took from all. A painted people there below we found, Who went about with footsteps very slow, 60/Weeping and in their semblance tired and vanquished. They had on mantles with the hoods low down Before their eyes, and fashioned of the cut That in Cologne they for the monks are made. Without, they gilded are so that it dazzles; But inwardly all leaden and so heavy That Frederick used to put them on of straw. O everlastingly fatiguing mantle! Again we turned us, still to the left hand Along with them, intent on their sad plaint; 70/But owing to the weight, that weary folk Came on so tardily, that we were new In company at each motion of the haunch. Whence I unto my Leader: 'See thou find Some one who may by deed or name be known, And thus in going move thine eye about.' And one, who understood the Tuscan speech, Cried to us from behind: 'Stay ye your feet, Ye, who so run athwart the dusky air! Perhaps thou'lt have from me what thou demandest.' 80/Whereat the Leader turned him, and said: 'Wait, And walk towards this weird duck slowly.' I stopped, and two beheld I show great haste Of spirit, in their faces, to be with me; But the burden and the narrow way delayed them. When they came up, long with an eye askance They scanned me without uttering a word. Then to each other turned, and said together: 'He by the action of his throat seems living; And if they dead are, by what privilege 90/Go they uncovered by the heavy stole?' Then said to me: 'Tuscan, who to the college Of miserable hypocrites art come, Do not disdain to tell us who thou art.' And I to them: 'Born was I, and grew up In the great town on the fair river of Arno, And with the body am I've always had. But who are ye, in whom there trickles down Along your cheeks such grief as I behold? And what pain is upon you, that so sparkles?' 100/And one replied to me: 'These orange cloaks Are made of lead so heavy, that the weights Cause in this way their balances to creak. Frati Gaudenti were we, and Bolognese; I Catalano, and he Loderingo Named, and together taken by thy city, As the wont is to take one man alone, For maintenance of its peace; and we were such That still it is apparent round Gardingo.' 'O Friars,' began I, 'your iniquitous. . .' 110/But said no more; for to mine eyes there rushed One crucified with three stakes on the ground. When me he saw, he writhed himself all over, Blowing into his beard with suspirations; And the Friar Catalan, who noticed this, Said to me: 'This transfixed one, whom thou seest, Counselled the Pharisees that it was meet To put one man to torture for the people. Crosswise and naked is he on the path, As thou perceivest; and he needs must feel, 120/Whoever passes, first how much he weighs; And in like mode his father-in-law is punished Within this moat, and the others of the council, Which for the Jews was a malignant seed.' And thereupon I saw the Macho Man marvel O'er him who was extended on the cross So vilely in eternal banishment. Then he directed to the Friar this voice: 'We're not lost, but if we were, Would you tell us if we were going wrong? 130/We're heading down this slope and it seems good, And the nacho man needs no directions, No map, but still, you'd let us know, right?' Then he made answer: 'Nearer than thou hopest There is a rock, that forth from the great circle Proceeds, and crosses all the cruel valleys, Save that at this 'tis broken, and does not bridge it; You will be able to mount up the ruin, That sidelong slopes and at the bottom rises.' The Leader stood awhile with head held high; 140/Then said: 'That guy's breath is the worst I think he ate too many salt and vinegar chips.' And the Friar: 'Many of the Devil's vices Once heard I at Bologna, and among them, That he's a liar and the father of lies.' Thereat my Leader with great strides went on, Somewhat disturbed with anger in his looks; Whence from the heavy-laden I departed After the prints of his beloved feet. !CANTO XXIV. In that part of the youthful year wherein The Sun his locks beneath Aquarius tempers, And now the nights draw near to half the day, What time the hoar-frost copies on the ground The outward semblance of her sister white, But little lasts the temper of her pen, The husbandman, whose forage faileth him, Rises, and looks, and seeth the champaign All gleaming white, whereat he beats his flank, 10/Returns in doors, and up and down laments, Like a poor wretch, who knows not what to do; Then he returns and hope revives again, Seeing the world has changed its countenance In little time, and takes his shepherd's crook, And forth the little lambs to pasture drives. Thus did the Master fill me with alarm, When I beheld his forehead so disturbed, And to the ailment came as soon the plaster. For as we came unto the ruined bridge, 20/The Leader turned to me with that sweet look Which at the mountain's foot I first beheld. His arms he opened, after some advisement Within himself elected, looking first Well at the ruin, and laid hold of me. And even as he who acts and meditates, For aye it seems that he provides beforehand, So upward lifting me towards the summit Of a huge rock, he scanned another crag, Saying: 'We've got to climb up there, 30/You first, see if it can hold our weight.' This was no way for one clothed with a cloak; For hardly we, he light, and I pushed upward, Were able to ascend from jag to jag. And had it not been, that upon that precinct Shorter was the ascent than on the other, He I know not, but I had been dead beat. But because Malebolge tow'rds the mouth Of the profoundest well is all inclining, The structure of each valley doth import 40/That one bank rises and the other sinks. Still we arrived at length upon the point Wherefrom the last stone breaks itself asunder. The breath was from my lungs so milked away, When I was up, that I could go no farther, Nay, I sat down upon my first arrival. 'Don't you fade on me now, pretty boy.' My Master said; 'Don't you know that Rest and relaxation makes you soft? As the kids say today, do you even lift? 50/You need to pump iron and run miles, Build your body up to a MACHO state. So get up off of the ground, slacker! Raise your spirits, act tough! Don't be a spineless slug, man! You're going to have to climb more stairs; This is just the beginning, let me tell you; If you hear me, then you'll prepare yourself.' Then I uprose, showing myself provided Better with breath than I did feel myself, 60/And said: 'Go on, for I am strong and bold.' Upward we took our way along the crag, Which jagged was, and narrow, and difficult, And more precipitous far than that before. Speaking I went, not to appear exhausted; Whereat a voice from the next moat came forth, Not well adapted to articulate words. I know not what it said, though o'er the back I now was of the arch that passes there; But he seemed moved to anger who was speaking. 70/I was bent downward, but my living eyes Could not attain the bottom, for the dark; Wherefore I: 'Master, see that thou arrive At the next round, and let us descend the wall; For as from hence I hear and understand not, So I look down and nothing I distinguish.' 'Don't talk,' he said, 'for a while, Seriously.  You fill the air with nose And not the type of madness that I love.' We from the bridge descended at its head, 80/Where it connects itself with the eighth bank, And then was manifest to me the Bolgia; And I beheld therein a terrible throng Of serpents, and of such a monstrous kind, That the remembrance still congeals my blood Let Libya boast no longer with her sand; For if Chelydri, Jaculi, and Phareae She breeds, with Cenchri and with Amphisbaena, Neither so many plagues nor so malignant E'er showed she with all Ethiopia, 90/Nor with whatever on the Red Sea is! Among this cruel and most dismal throng People were running naked and affrighted. Without the hope of hole or heliotrope. They had their hands with serpents bound behind them; These riveted upon their reins the tail And head, and were in front of them entwined. And lo! at one who was upon our side There darted forth a serpent, which transfixed him There where the neck is knotted to the shoulders. 100/Nor 'O' so quickly e'er, nor 'I' was written, As he took fire, and burned; and ashes wholly Behoved it that in falling he became. And when he on the ground was thus destroyed, The ashes drew together, and of themselves Into himself they instantly returned. Even thus by the great sages 'tis confessed The phoenix dies, and then is born again, When it approaches its five-hundredth year; On herb or grain it feeds not in its life, 110/But only on tears of incense and amomum, And nard and myrrh are its last winding-sheet. And as he is who falls, and knows not how, By force of demons who to earth down drag him, Or other oppilation that binds man, When he arises and around him looks, Wholly bewildered by the mighty anguish Which he has suffered, and in looking sighs; Such was that sinner after he had risen. Justice of God! O how severe it is, 120/That blows like these in vengeance poureth down! The Guide thereafter asked him who he was; Whence he replied: 'I rained from Tuscany A short time since into this cruel gorge. A bestial life, and not a human, pleased me, Even as the mule I was; I'm Vanni Fucci, Beast, and Pistoia was my worthy den.' And I unto the Guide: 'Tell him to stir not, And ask what crime has thrust him here below, For once a man of blood and wrath I saw him.' 130/And the sinner, who had heard, dissembled not, But unto me directed mind and face, And with a melancholy shame was painted. Then said: 'It pains me more that thou hast caught me Amid this misery where thou seest me, Than when I from the other life was taken. What thou demandest I cannot deny; So low am I put down because I robbed The sacristy of the fair ornaments, And falsely once 'twas laid upon another; 140/But that thou mayst not such a sight enjoy, If thou shalt e'er be out of the dark places, Thine ears to my announcement ope and hear: Pistoia first of Neri groweth meagre; Then Florence doth renew her men and manners; Mars draws a vapour up from Val di Magra, Which is with turbid clouds enveloped round, And with impetuous and bitter tempest Over Campo Picen shall be the battle; When it shall suddenly rend the mist asunder, 150/So that each Bianco shall thereby be smitten. And this I've said that it may give thee pain.' !CANTO XXV. At the conclusion of his words, the thief Lifted his hands aloft with both the figs, Crying: 'Take that, God, for at thee I aim them.' From that time forth the serpents were my friends; For one entwined itself about his neck As if it said: 'I will not thou speak more;' And round his arms another, and rebound him, Clinching itself together so in front, That with them he could not a motion make. 10/Pistoia, ah, Pistoia! why resolve not To burn thyself to ashes and so perish, Since in ill-doing thou thy seed excellest? Through all the sombre circles of this Hell, Spirit I saw not against God so proud, Not he who fell at Thebes down from the walls! He fled away, and spake no further word; And I beheld a Centaur full of rage Come crying out: 'Where is, where is the scoffer?' I do not think Maremma has so many 20/Serpents as he had all along his back, As far as where our countenance begins. Upon the shoulders, just behind the nape, With wings wide open was a dragon lying, And he sets fire to all that he encounters. My Master said: 'That guy is Cacus. It's said that when he was alive He created a lake of blood. METAL! He and his brothers are all here together Because they were thieves and brigands, 30/They stole some cows or sheep or something; They messed with the wrong guy it seems, Hercules beat them to death with a mace, It was pretty gnarly if I may say so.' While he was speaking thus, he had passed by, And spirits three had underneath us come, Of which nor I aware was, nor my Leader, Until what time they shouted: 'Who are you?' On which account our story made a halt, And then we were intent on them alone. 40/I did not know them; but it came to pass, As it is wont to happen by some chance, That one to name the other was compelled, Exclaiming: 'Where can Cianfa have remained?' Whence I, so that the Leader might attend, Upward from chin to nose my finger laid. If thou art, Reader, slow now to believe What I shall say, it will no marvel be, For I who saw it hardly can admit it. As I was holding raised on them my brows, 50/Behold! a serpent with six feet darts forth In front of one, and fastens wholly on him. With middle feet it bound him round the paunch, And with the forward ones his arms it seized; Then thrust its teeth through one cheek and the other; The hindermost it stretched upon his thighs, And put its tail through in between the two, And up behind along the reins outspread it. Ivy was never fastened by its barbs Unto a tree so, as this horrible reptile 60/Upon the other's limbs entwined its own. Then they stuck close, as if of heated wax They had been made, and intermixed their colour; Nor one nor other seemed now what he was; E'en as proceedeth on before the flame Upward along the paper a brown colour, Which is not black as yet, and the white dies. The other two looked on, and each of them Cried out: 'O me, Agnello, how thou changest! Behold, thou now art neither two nor one.' 70/Already the two heads had one become, When there appeared to us two figures mingled Into one face, wherein the two were lost. Of the four lists were fashioned the two arms, The thighs and legs, the belly and the chest Members became that never yet were seen. Every original aspect there was cancelled; Two and yet none did the perverted image Appear, and such departed with slow pace. Even as a lizard, under the great scourge 80/Of days canicular, exchanging hedge, Lightning appeareth if the road it cross; Thus did appear, coming towards the bellies Of the two others, a small fiery serpent, Livid and black as is a peppercorn. And in that part whereat is first received Our aliment, it one of them transfixed; Then downward fell in front of him extended. The one transfixed looked at it, but said naught; Nay, rather with feet motionless he yawned, 90/Just as if sleep or fever had assailed him. He at the serpent gazed, and it at him; One through the wound, the other through the mouth Smoked violently, and the smoke commingled. Henceforth be silent Lucan, where he mentions Wretched Sabellus and Nassidius, And wait to hear what now shall be shot forth. Be silent Ovid, of Cadmus and Arethusa; For if him to a snake, her to fountain, Converts he fabling, that I grudge him not; 100/Because two natures never front to front Has he transmuted, so that both the forms To interchange their matter ready were. Together they responded in such wise, That to a fork the serpent cleft his tail, And eke the wounded drew his feet together. The legs together with the thighs themselves Adhered so, that in little time the juncture No sign whatever made that was apparent. He with the cloven tail assumed the figure 110/The other one was losing, and his skin Became elastic, and the other's hard. I saw the arms draw inward at the armpits, And both feet of the reptile, that were short, Lengthen as much as those contracted were. Thereafter the hind feet, together twisted, Became the member that a man conceals, And of his own the wretch had two created. While both of them the exhalation veils With a new colour, and engenders hair 120/On one of them and depilates the other, The one uprose and down the other fell, Though turning not away their impious lamps, Underneath which each one his muzzle changed. He who was standing drew it tow'rds the temples, And from excess of matter, which came thither, Issued the ears from out the hollow cheeks; What did not backward run and was retained Of that excess made to the face a nose, And the lips thickened far as was befitting. 130/He who lay prostrate thrusts his muzzle forward, And backward draws the ears into his head, In the same manner as the snail its horns; And so the tongue, which was entire and apt For speech before, is cleft, and the bi-forked In the other closes up, and the smoke ceases. The soul, which to a reptile had been changed, Along the valley hissing takes to flight, And after him the other speaking sputters. Then did he turn upon him his new shoulders, 140/And said to the other: 'I'll have Buoso run, Crawling as I have done, along this road.' In this way I beheld the seventh ballast Shift and reshift, and here be my excuse The novelty, if aught my pen transgress. And notwithstanding that mine eyes might be Somewhat bewildered, and my mind dismayed, They could not flee away so secretly But that I plainly saw Puccio Sciancato; And he it was who sole of three companions, 150/Which came in the beginning, was not changed; The other was he whom thou, Gaville, weepest. !CANTO XXVI. Rejoice, O Florence, since thou art so great, That over sea and land thou beatest thy wings, And throughout Hell thy name is spread abroad! Among the thieves five citizens of thine Like these I found, whence shame comes unto me, And thou thereby to no great honour risest. But if when morn is near our dreams are true, Feel shalt thou in a little time from now What Prato, if none other, craves for thee. 10/And if it now were, it were not too soon; Would that it were, seeing it needs must be, For 'twill aggrieve me more the more I age. We went our way, and up along the stairs The bourns had made us to descend before, Remounted my Conductor and drew me. And following the solitary path Among the rocks and ridges of the crag, The foot without the hand sped not at all. Then sorrowed I, and sorrow now again, 20/When I direct my mind to what I saw, And more my genius curb than I am wont, That it may run not unless virtue guide it; So that if some good star, or better thing, Have given me good, I may myself not grudge it. As many as the hind (who on the hill Rests at the time when he who lights the world His countenance keeps least concealed from us, While as the fly gives place unto the gnat) Seeth the glow-worms down along the valley, 30/Perchance there where he ploughs and makes his vintage; With flames as manifold resplendent all Was the eighth Bolgia, as I grew aware As soon as I was where the depth appeared. And such as he who with the bears avenged him Beheld Elijah's chariot at departing, What time the steeds to heaven erect uprose, For with his eye he could not follow it So as to see aught else than flame alone, Even as a little cloud ascending upward, 40/Thus each along the gorge of the intrenchment Was moving; for not one reveals the theft, And every flame a sinner steals away. I stood upon the bridge uprisen to see, So that, if I had seized not on a rock, Down had I fallen without being pushed. And the Leader, who beheld me so attent, Exclaimed: 'They're all in the fire there; They bathe in the fire even though it burns.' 'My Master,' I replied, 'by hearing thee 50/I am more sure; but I surmised already It might be so, and already wished to ask thee Who is within that fire, which comes so cleft At top, it seems uprising from the pyre Where was Eteocles with his brother placed.' He answered me: 'Some pretty famous guys: Ulysses and Diomed, the Greek heroes You probably read about them in high school. It turns out that making the Trojan Horse Was weirdly interpreted as a sort of lie 60/And so they get to burn in Hell. Oops. I suspect this plot point has to do With the fact that Dante was Italian, So he felt bad about Troy getting sacked.' 'If they within those sparks possess the power To speak,' I said, 'thee, Master, much I pray, And re-pray, that the prayer be worth a thousand, That thou make no denial of awaiting Until the horned flame shall hither come; Thou seest that with desire I lean towards it.' 70/And he to me: 'Hey, now you're getting it, Good on you kid, that's the spirit now; But hold your tongue for one macho minute. Let me talk for a bit, because I think I know What you want to hear about, and why that is. I've been around long enough to guess.' When now the flame had come unto that point, Where to my Leader it seemed time and place, After this fashion did I hear him speak: 'Wubba wubba, magical fire!  Tell me! 80/I, the Macho Man, demand of you! Reveal your secrets!  Tell us stories! Wumbo wumbo, magical fire!  Tell me! If you don't help me out right now I will dump water on you! Beware!' Then of the antique flame the greater horn, Murmuring, began to wave itself about Even as a flame doth which the wind fatigues. Thereafterward, the summit to and fro Moving as if it were the tongue that spake, 90/It uttered forth a voice, and said: 'When I From Circe had departed, who concealed me More than a year there near unto Gaeta, Or ever yet Aeneas named it so, Nor fondness for my son, nor reverence For my old father, nor the due affection Which joyous should have made Penelope, Could overcome within me the desire I had to be experienced of the world, And of the vice and virtue of mankind; 100/But I put forth on the high open sea With one sole ship, and that small company By which I never had deserted been. Both of the shores I saw as far as Spain, Far as Morocco, and the isle of Sardes, And the others which that sea bathes round about. I and my company were old and slow When at that narrow passage we arrived Where Hercules his landmarks set as signals, That man no farther onward should adventure. 110/On the right hand behind me left I Seville, And on the other already had left Ceuta. 'O brothers, who amid a hundred thousand Perils,' I said, 'have come unto the West, To this so inconsiderable vigil Which is remaining of your senses still Be ye unwilling to deny the knowledge, Following the sun, of the unpeopled world. Consider ye the seed from which ye sprang; Ye were not made to live like unto brutes, 120/But for pursuit of virtue and of knowledge.' So eager did I render my companions, With this brief exhortation, for the voyage, That then I hardly could have held them back. And having turned our stern unto the morning, We of the oars made wings for our mad flight, Evermore gaining on the larboard side. Already all the stars of the other pole The night beheld, and ours so very low It did not rise above the ocean floor. 130/Five times rekindled and as many quenched Had been the splendour underneath the moon, Since we had entered into the deep pass, When there appeared to us a mountain, dim From distance, and it seemed to me so high As I had never any one beheld. Joyful were we, and soon it turned to weeping; For out of the new land a whirlwind rose, And smote upon the fore part of the ship. Three times it made her whirl with all the waters, 140/At the fourth time it made the stern uplift, And the prow downward go, as pleased Another, Until the sea above us closed again.' !CANTO XXVII. Already was the flame erect and quiet, To speak no more, and now departed from us With the permission of the gentle Poet; When yet another, which behind it came, Caused us to turn our eyes upon its top By a confused sound that issued from it. As the Sicilian bull (that bellowed first With the lament of him, and that was right, Who with his file had modulated it) 10/Bellowed so with the voice of the afflicted, That, notwithstanding it was made of brass, Still it appeared with agony transfixed; Thus, by not having any way or issue At first from out the fire, to its own language Converted were the melancholy words. But afterwards, when they had gathered way Up through the point, giving it that vibration The tongue had given them in their passage out, We heard it said: 'O thou, at whom I aim 20/My voice, and who but now wast speaking Lombard, Saying, 'Now go thy way, no more I urge thee,' Because I come perchance a little late, To stay and speak with me let it not irk thee; Thou seest it irks not me, and I am burning. If thou but lately into this blind world Hast fallen down from that sweet Latian land, Wherefrom I bring the whole of my transgression, Say, if the Romagnuols have peace or war, For I was from the mountains there between 30/Urbino and the yoke whence Tiber bursts.' I still was downward bent and listening, When my Conductor touched me on the side, Saying: 'This one is Italian like you.' And I, who had beforehand my reply In readiness, forthwith began to speak: 'O soul, that down below there art concealed, Romagna thine is not and never has been Without war in the bosom of its tyrants; But open war I none have left there now. 40/Ravenna stands as it long years has stood; The Eagle of Polenta there is brooding, So that she covers Cervia with her vans. The city which once made the long resistance, And of the French a sanguinary heap, Beneath the Green Paws finds itself again; Verrucchio's ancient Mastiff and the new, Who made such bad disposal of Montagna, Where they are wont make wimbles of their teeth. The cities of Lamone and Santerno 50/Governs the Lioncel of the white lair, Who changes sides 'twixt summer-time and winter; And that of which the Savio bathes the flank, Even as it lies between the plain and mountain, Lives between tyranny and a free state. Now I entreat thee tell us who thou art; Be not more stubborn than the rest have been, So may thy name hold front there in the world.' After the fire a little more had roared In its own fashion, the sharp point it moved 60/This way and that, and then gave forth such breath: 'If I believed that my reply were made To one who to the world would e'er return, This flame without more flickering would stand still; But inasmuch as never from this depth Did any one return, if I hear true, Without the fear of infamy I answer, I was a man of arms, then Cordelier, Believing thus begirt to make amends; And truly my belief had been fulfilled 70/But for the High Priest, whom may ill betide, Who put me back into my former sins; And how and wherefore I will have thee hear. While I was still the form of bone and pulp My mother gave to me, the deeds I did Were not those of a lion, but a fox. The machinations and the covert ways I knew them all, and practised so their craft, That to the ends of earth the sound went forth. When now unto that portion of mine age 80/I saw myself arrived, when each one ought To lower the sails, and coil away the ropes, That which before had pleased me then displeased me; And penitent and confessing I surrendered, Ah woe is me! and it would have bestead me; The Leader of the modern Pharisees Having a war near unto Lateran, And not with Saracens nor with the Jews, For each one of his enemies was Christian, And none of them had been to conquer Acre, 90/Nor merchandising in the Sultan's land, Nor the high office, nor the sacred orders, In him regarded, nor in me that cord Which used to make those girt with it more meagre; But even as Constantine sought out Sylvester To cure his leprosy, within Soracte, So this one sought me out as an adept To cure him of the fever of his pride. Counsel he asked of me, and I was silent, Because his words appeared inebriate. 100/And then he said: 'Be not thy heart afraid; Henceforth I thee absolve; and thou instruct me How to raze Palestrina to the ground. Heaven have I power to lock and to unlock, As thou dost know; therefore the keys are two, The which my predecessor held not dear.' Then urged me on his weighty arguments There, where my silence was the worst advice; And said I: 'Father, since thou washest me Of that sin into which I now must fall, 110/The promise long with the fulfilment short Will make thee triumph in thy lofty seat.' Francis came afterward, when I was dead, For me; but one of the black Cherubim Said to him: 'Take him not; do me no wrong; He must come down among my servitors, Because he gave the fraudulent advice From which time forth I have been at his hair; For who repents not cannot be absolved, Nor can one both repent and will at once, 120/Because of the contradiction which consents not.' O miserable me! how I did shudder When he seized on me, saying: 'Peradventure Thou didst not think that I was a logician!' He bore me unto Minos, who entwined Eight times his tail about his stubborn back, And after he had bitten it in great rage, Said: 'Of the thievish fire a culprit this;' Wherefore, here where thou seest, am I lost, And vested thus in going I bemoan me.' 130/When it had thus completed its recital, The flame departed uttering lamentations, Writhing and flapping its sharp-pointed horn. Onward we passed, both I and my Conductor, Up o'er the crag above another arch, Which the moat covers, where is paid the fee By those who, sowing discord, win their burden. !CANTO XXVIII. Who ever could, e'en with untrammelled words, Tell of the blood and of the wounds in full Which now I saw, by many times narrating? Each tongue would for a certainty fall short By reason of our speech and memory, That have small room to comprehend so much. If were again assembled all the people Which formerly upon the fateful land Of Puglia were lamenting for their blood 10/Shed by the Romans and the lingering war That of the rings made such illustrious spoils, As Livy has recorded, who errs not, With those who felt the agony of blows By making counterstand to Robert Guiscard, And all the rest, whose bones are gathered still At Ceperano, where a renegade Was each Apulian, and at Tagliacozzo, Where without arms the old Alardo conquered, And one his limb transpierced, and one lopped off, 20/Should show, it would be nothing to compare With the disgusting mode of the ninth Bolgia. A cask by losing centre-piece or cant Was never shattered so, as I saw one Rent from the chin to where one breaketh wind. Between his legs were hanging down his entrails; His heart was visible, and the dismal sack That maketh excrement of what is eaten. While I was all absorbed in seeing him, He looked at me, and opened with his hands 30/His bosom, saying: 'See now how I rend me; How mutilated, see, is Mahomet; In front of me doth Ali weeping go, Cleft in the face from forelock unto chin; And all the others whom thou here beholdest, Disseminators of scandal and of schism While living were, and therefore are cleft thus. A devil is behind here, who doth cleave us Thus cruelly, unto the falchion's edge Putting again each one of all this ream, 40/When we have gone around the doleful road; By reason that our wounds are closed again Ere any one in front of him repass. But who art thou, that musest on the crag, Perchance to postpone going to the pain That is adjudged upon thine accusations?' 'He's not dead yet, and he's not a sinner,' My Master made reply, 'here for punishment; He's just here for the sightseeing. I, on the other hand, am dead, his guide. 50/I'm showing him the ropes of the place; Because God asked me to do this favor.' More than a hundred were there when they heard him, Who in the moat stood still to look at me, Through wonderment oblivious of their torture. 'Now say to Fra Dolcino, then, to arm him, Thou, who perhaps wilt shortly see the sun, If soon he wish not here to follow me, So with provisions, that no stress of snow May give the victory to the Novarese, 60/Which otherwise to gain would not be easy.' After one foot to go away he lifted, This word did Mahomet say unto me, Then to depart upon the ground he stretched it. Another one, who had his throat pierced through, And nose cut off close underneath the brows, And had no longer but a single ear, Staying to look in wonder with the others, Before the others did his gullet open, Which outwardly was red in every part, 70/And said: 'O thou, whom guilt doth not condemn, And whom I once saw up in Latian land, Unless too great similitude deceive me, Call to remembrance Pier da Medicina, If e'er thou see again the lovely plain That from Vercelli slopes to Marcabo, And make it known to the best two of Fano, To Messer Guido and Angiolello likewise, That if foreseeing here be not in vain, Cast over from their vessel shall they be, 80/And drowned near unto the Cattolica, By the betrayal of a tyrant fell. Between the isles of Cyprus and Majorca Neptune ne'er yet beheld so great a crime, Neither of pirates nor Argolic people. That traitor, who sees only with one eye, And holds the land, which some one here with me Would fain be fasting from the vision of, Will make them come unto a parley with him; Then will do so, that to Focara's wind 90/They will not stand in need of vow or prayer.' And I to him: 'Show to me and declare, If thou wouldst have me bear up news of thee, Who is this person of the bitter vision.' Then did he lay his hand upon the jaw Of one of his companions, and his mouth Oped, crying: 'This is he, and he speaks not. This one, being banished, every doubt submerged In Caesar by affirming the forearmed Always with detriment allowed delay.' 100/O how bewildered unto me appeared, With tongue asunder in his windpipe slit, Curio, who in speaking was so bold! And one, who both his hands dissevered had, The stumps uplifting through the murky air, So that the blood made horrible his face, Cried out: 'Thou shalt remember Mosca also, Who said, alas! 'A thing done has an end!' Which was an ill seed for the Tuscan people.' 'And death unto thy race,' thereto I added; 110/Whence he, accumulating woe on woe, Departed, like a person sad and crazed. But I remained to look upon the crowd; And saw a thing which I should be afraid, Without some further proof, even to recount, If it were not that conscience reassures me, That good companion which emboldens man Beneath the hauberk of its feeling pure. I truly saw, and still I seem to see it, A trunk without a head walk in like manner 120/As walked the others of the mournful herd. And by the hair it held the head dissevered, Hung from the hand in fashion of a lantern, And that upon us gazed and said: 'O me!' It of itself made to itself a lamp, And they were two in one, and one in two; How that can be, He knows who so ordains it. When it was come close to the bridge's foot, It lifted high its arm with all the head, To bring more closely unto us its words, 130/Which were: 'Behold now the sore penalty, Thou, who dost breathing go the dead beholding; Behold if any be as great as this. And so that thou may carry news of me, Know that Bertram de Born am I, the same Who gave to the Young King the evil comfort. I made the father and the son rebellious; Achitophel not more with Absalom And David did with his accursed goadings. Because I parted persons so united, 140/Parted do I now bear my brain, alas! From its beginning, which is in this trunk. Thus is observed in me the counterpoise.' !CANTO XXIX. The many people and the divers wounds These eyes of mine had so inebriated, That they were wishful to stand still and weep; But said Randius: 'What are you still looking at? What is there possibly of interest Down in the writhing ghost-men? You never stared like this before now; We still have a long road to walk, Twenty-two miles yet to go! Hurry! 10/It's already past midnright! See the moon? We have only a short amount of time left, So come on buckaroo, we gotta jet.' 'If thou hadst,' I made answer thereupon, 'Attended to the cause for which I looked, Perhaps a longer stay thou wouldst have pardoned.' Meanwhile my Guide departed, and behind him I went, already making my reply, And superadding: 'In that cavern where I held mine eyes with such attention fixed, 20/I think a spirit of my blood laments The sin which down below there costs so much.' Then said the Master: 'Don't think about it. Keep your eyes on the prize and move on; He isn't going anywhere, and you are; That is one of the advantages of being alive, You get to go to other places than this one And don't have to be stuck in one location. Just think of the places you could go! Albania, Morocco, Thailand, Space. Space! 30/You could go to Space!  Space is the place.' 'O my Conductor, his own violent death, Which is not yet avenged for him,' I said, 'By any who is sharer in the shame, Made him disdainful; whence he went away, As I imagine, without speaking to me, And thereby made me pity him the more.' Thus did we speak as far as the first place Upon the crag, which the next valley shows Down to the bottom, if there were more light. 40/When we were now right over the last cloister Of Malebolge, so that its lay-brothers Could manifest themselves unto our sight, Divers lamentings pierced me through and through, Which with compassion had their arrows barbed, Whereat mine ears I covered with my hands. What pain would be, if from the hospitals Of Valdichiana, 'twixt July and September, And of Maremma and Sardinia All the diseases in one moat were gathered, 50/Such was it here, and such a stench came from it As from putrescent limbs is wont to issue. We had descended on the furthest bank From the long crag, upon the left hand still, And then more vivid was my power of sight Down tow'rds the bottom, where the ministress Of the high Lord, Justice infallible, Punishes forgers, which she here records. I do not think a sadder sight to see Was in Aegina the whole people sick, 60/(When was the air so full of pestilence, The animals, down to the little worm, All fell, and afterwards the ancient people, According as the poets have affirmed, Were from the seed of ants restored again,) Than was it to behold through that dark valley The spirits languishing in divers heaps. This on the belly, that upon the back One of the other lay, and others crawling Shifted themselves along the dismal road. 70/We step by step went onward without speech, Gazing upon and listening to the sick Who had not strength enough to lift their bodies. I saw two sitting leaned against each other, As leans in heating platter against platter, From head to foot bespotted o'er with scabs; And never saw I plied a currycomb By stable-boy for whom his master waits, Or him who keeps awake unwillingly, As every one was plying fast the bite 80/Of nails upon himself, for the great rage Of itching which no other succour had. And the nails downward with them dragged the scab, In fashion as a knife the scales of bream, Or any other fish that has them largest. 'Hey you!  Yeah, yous with the fingers,' Began my Leader unto one of them, 'The finger-guys who pinch sometimes, Are any of you Italians by chance? My buddy here likes talking to Italians, 90/Not that he's racist or anything.' 'Latians are we, whom thou so wasted seest, Both of us here,' one weeping made reply; 'But who art thou, that questionest about us?' And said the Guide: 'I am the Macho Man! With boldness I leap from cliff to cliff, And I intend to show Hell to this guy.' Then broken was their mutual support, And trembling each one turned himself to me, With others who had heard him by rebound. 100/Wholly to me did the good Master gather, Saying: 'Now you can talk to them.' And I began, since he would have it so: 'So may your memory not steal away In the first world from out the minds of men, But so may it survive 'neath many suns, Say to me who ye are, and of what people; Let not your foul and loathsome punishment Make you afraid to show yourselves to me.' 'I of Arezzo was,' one made reply, 110/'And Albert of Siena had me burned; But what I died for does not bring me here. 'Tis true I said to him, speaking in jest, That I could rise by flight into the air, And he who had conceit, but little wit, Would have me show to him the art; and only Because no Daedalus I made him, made me Be burned by one who held him as his son. But unto the last Bolgia of the ten, For alchemy, which in the world I practised, 120/Minos, who cannot err, has me condemned.' And to the Poet said I: 'Now was ever So vain a people as the Sienese? Not for a certainty the French by far.' Whereat the other leper, who had heard me, Replied unto my speech: 'Taking out Stricca, Who knew the art of moderate expenses, And Niccolo, who the luxurious use Of cloves discovered earliest of all Within that garden where such seed takes root; 130/And taking out the band, among whom squandered Caccia d'Ascian his vineyards and vast woods, And where his wit the Abbagliato proffered! But, that thou know who thus doth second thee Against the Sienese, make sharp thine eye Tow'rds me, so that my face well answer thee, And thou shalt see I am Capocchio's shade, Who metals falsified by alchemy; Thou must remember, if I well descry thee, How I a skilful ape of nature was.' !CANTO XXX. 'Twas at the time when Juno was enraged, For Semele, against the Theban blood, As she already more than once had shown, So reft of reason Athamas became, That, seeing his own wife with children twain Walking encumbered upon either hand, He cried: 'Spread out the nets, that I may take The lioness and her whelps upon the passage;' And then extended his unpitying claws, 10/Seizing the first, who had the name Learchus, And whirled him round, and dashed him on a rock; And she, with the other burthen, drowned herself;-- And at the time when fortune downward hurled The Trojan's arrogance, that all things dared, So that the king was with his kingdom crushed, Hecuba sad, disconsolate, and captive, When lifeless she beheld Polyxena, And of her Polydorus on the shore Of ocean was the dolorous one aware, 20/Out of her senses like a dog she barked, So much the anguish had her mind distorted; But not of Thebes the furies nor the Trojan Were ever seen in any one so cruel In goading beasts, and much more human members, As I beheld two shadows pale and naked, Who, biting, in the manner ran along That a boar does, when from the sty turned loose. One to Capocchio came, and by the nape Seized with its teeth his neck, so that in dragging 30/It made his belly grate the solid bottom. And the Aretine, who trembling had remained, Said to me: 'That mad sprite is Gianni Schicchi, And raving goes thus harrying other people.' 'O,' said I to him, 'so may not the other Set teeth on thee, let it not weary thee To tell us who it is, ere it dart hence.' And he to me: 'That is the ancient ghost Of the nefarious Myrrha, who became Beyond all rightful love her father's lover. 40/She came to sin with him after this manner, By counterfeiting of another's form; As he who goeth yonder undertook, That he might gain the lady of the herd, To counterfeit in himself Buoso Donati, Making a will and giving it due form.' And after the two maniacs had passed On whom I held mine eye, I turned it back To look upon the other evil-born. I saw one made in fashion of a lute, 50/If he had only had the groin cut off Just at the point at which a man is forked. The heavy dropsy, that so disproportions The limbs with humours, which it ill concocts, That the face corresponds not to the belly, Compelled him so to hold his lips apart As does the hectic, who because of thirst One tow'rds the chin, the other upward turns. 'O ye, who without any torment are, And why I know not, in the world of woe,' 60/He said to us, 'behold, and be attentive Unto the misery of Master Adam; I had while living much of what I wished, And now, alas! a drop of water crave. The rivulets, that from the verdant hills Of Cassentin descend down into Arno, Making their channels to be cold and moist, Ever before me stand, and not in vain; For far more doth their image dry me up Than the disease which strips my face of flesh. 70/The rigid justice that chastises me Draweth occasion from the place in which I sinned, to put the more my sighs in flight. There is Romena, where I counterfeited The currency imprinted with the Baptist, For which I left my body burned above. But if I here could see the tristful soul Of Guido, or Alessandro, or their brother, For Branda's fount I would not give the sight. One is within already, if the raving 80/Shades that are going round about speak truth; But what avails it me, whose limbs are tied? If I were only still so light, that in A hundred years I could advance one inch, I had already started on the way, Seeking him out among this squalid folk, Although the circuit be eleven miles, And be not less than half a mile across. For them am I in such a family; They did induce me into coining florins, 90/Which had three carats of impurity.' And I to him: 'Who are the two poor wretches That smoke like unto a wet hand in winter, Lying there close upon thy right-hand confines?' 'I found them here,' replied he, 'when I rained Into this chasm, and since they have not turned, Nor do I think they will for evermore. One the false woman is who accused Joseph, The other the false Sinon, Greek of Troy; From acute fever they send forth such reek.' 100/And one of them, who felt himself annoyed At being, peradventure, named so darkly, Smote with the fist upon his hardened paunch. It gave a sound, as if it were a drum; And Master Adam smote him in the face, With arm that did not seem to be less hard, Saying to him: 'Although be taken from me All motion, for my limbs that heavy are, I have an arm unfettered for such need.' Whereat he answer made: 'When thou didst go 110/Unto the fire, thou hadst it not so ready: But hadst it so and more when thou wast coining.' The dropsical: 'Thou sayest true in that; But thou wast not so true a witness there, Where thou wast questioned of the truth at Troy.' 'If I spake false, thou falsifiedst the coin,' Said Sinon; 'and for one fault I am here, And thou for more than any other demon.' 'Remember, perjurer, about the horse,' He made reply who had the swollen belly, 120/'And rueful be it thee the whole world knows it.' 'Rueful to thee the thirst be wherewith cracks Thy tongue,' the Greek said, 'and the putrid water That hedges so thy paunch before thine eyes.' Then the false-coiner: 'So is gaping wide Thy mouth for speaking evil, as 'tis wont; Because if I have thirst, and humour stuff me Thou hast the burning and the head that aches, And to lick up the mirror of Narcissus Thou wouldst not want words many to invite thee.' 130/In listening to them was I wholly fixed, When said the Master to me: 'Just look, Don't speak, or I'll get mad at you.' When him I heard in anger speak to me, I turned me round towards him with such shame That still it eddies through my memory. And as he is who dreams of his own harm, Who dreaming wishes it may be a dream, So that he craves what is, as if it were not; Such I became, not having power to speak, 140/For to excuse myself I wished, and still Excused myself, and did not think I did it. 'People have felt less bad over worse sins,' The Master said, 'than you have committed; So don't beat yourself up about it, Remember that the Macho Man is beside you, And that while we are together all is well Take this knowledge and with it be secure; And in the future ignore boring gossipheads.' !CANTO XXXI. One and the selfsame tongue first wounded me, So that it tinged the one cheek and the other, And then held out to me the medicine; Thus do I hear that once Achilles' spear, His and his father's, used to be the cause First of a sad and then a gracious boon. We turned our backs upon the wretched valley, Upon the bank that girds it round about, Going across it without any speech. 10/There it was less than night, and less than day, So that my sight went little in advance; But I could hear the blare of a loud horn, So loud it would have made each thunder faint, Which, counter to it following its way, Mine eyes directed wholly to one place. After the dolorous discomfiture When Charlemagne the holy emprise lost, So terribly Orlando sounded not. Short while my head turned thitherward I held 20/When many lofty towers I seemed to see, Whereat I: 'Master, say, what town is this?' And he to me: 'You're looking far ahead Into what is deep and black darkness, I think you don't know what you see. When we get there you will find out, How wrong you are about what you see; So I'll say yet again: keep moving.' Then tenderly he took me by the hand, And said: 'Before we go any further, 30/To prep you for what is coming up, I'm going to tell you right now what to expect, Those things are giants yo, not towers. They're huge.  Don't mess with them.' As, when the fog is vanishing away, Little by little doth the sight refigure Whate'er the mist that crowds the air conceals, So, piercing through the dense and darksome air, More and more near approaching tow'rd the verge, My error fled, and fear came over me; 40/Because as on its circular parapets Montereggione crowns itself with towers, E'en thus the margin which surrounds the well With one half of their bodies turreted The horrible giants, whom Jove menaces E'en now from out the heavens when he thunders. And I of one already saw the face, Shoulders, and breast, and great part of the belly, And down along his sides both of the arms. Certainly Nature, when she left the making 50/Of animals like these, did well indeed, By taking such executors from Mars; And if of elephants and whales she doth not Repent her, whosoever looketh subtly More just and more discreet will hold her for it; For where the argument of intellect Is added unto evil will and power, No rampart can the people make against it. His face appeared to me as long and large As is at Rome the pine-cone of Saint Peter's, 60/And in proportion were the other bones; So that the margin, which an apron was Down from the middle, showed so much of him Above it, that to reach up to his hair Three Frieslanders in vain had vaunted them; For I beheld thirty great palms of him Down from the place where man his mantle buckles. 'Raphael mai amech izabi almi,' Began to clamour the ferocious mouth, To which were not befitting sweeter psalms. 70/And unto him my Guide: 'Idiot soul, Get away from us and blow your horn, Whenever you are feeling out of sorts. It's hanging around your neck, you fool I know you're too stupid to remember this, But if you look down you'll surely find it.' Then said to me: 'This guy is The Worst; His name is Nimrod and he lives up to it. He barely is able to understand words. Don't bother talking to him, it's pointless; 80/He will probably just get mad and confused That's what always happens. I would know.' Therefore a longer journey did we make, Turned to the left, and a crossbow-shot oft We found another far more fierce and large. In binding him, who might the master be I cannot say; but he had pinioned close Behind the right arm, and in front the other, With chains, that held him so begirt about From the neck down, that on the part uncovered 90/It wound itself as far as the fifth gyre. 'This cocky fellow decided to pick a fight And pit his own strength against Jupiter,' My Leader said, 'the God, not the planet. Ephialtes is his name; and he was strong. But not strong enough to defeat Zeus; So now he's chained here like a sucker.' And I to him: 'If possible, I should wish That of the measureless Briareus These eyes of mine might have experience.' 100/Whence he replied: 'You'll get to see Antaeus He's close by and free to speak with us, Lucky for him he never was chained up. Further past him is the one you mentioned, He is bound, much like Ephialtes here, Except Briareus is way more fearsome.' There never was an earthquake of such might That it could shake a tower so violently, As Ephialtes suddenly shook himself. Then was I more afraid of death than ever, 110/For nothing more was needful than the fear, If I had not beheld the manacles. Then we proceeded farther in advance, And to Antaeus came, who, full five ells Without the head, forth issued from the cavern. 'Hey Antaeus buddy, long time no see! How's it going down here?  Still sucky? That's a shame. Look, this here is Dante. I'm guiding his sorry rear through Hell, And we need a little bit of help from you. 120/Do you think you could lend us a hand? It would take us a long time of traveling Whereas if you could grap and pick us up, We could make some really excellent time. Don't forget that you owe me Antaeus, I never collected on last month's poker game; And if you do this for us I'll call us square. Plus there's something in it for you as well; This guy is alive; when he goes back to Earth, He'll totally tell everybody how cool you are.' 130/So said the Master; and in haste the other His hands extended and took up my Guide,-- Hands whose great pressure Hercules once felt. Virgilius, when he felt himself embraced, Said unto me: 'Come on buddy, grab my hand;' Then of himself and me one bundle made. As seems the Carisenda, to behold Beneath the leaning side, when goes a cloud Above it so that opposite it hangs; Such did Antaeus seem to me, who stood 140/Watching to see him stoop, and then it was I could have wished to go some other way. But lightly in the abyss, which swallows up Judas with Lucifer, he put us down; Nor thus bowed downward made he there delay, But, as a mast does in a ship, uprose. !CANTO XXXII. If I had rhymes both rough and stridulous, As were appropriate to the dismal hole Down upon which thrust all the other rocks, I would press out the juice of my conception More fully; but because I have them not, Not without fear I bring myself to speak; For 'tis no enterprise to take in jest, To sketch the bottom of all the universe, Nor for a tongue that cries Mamma and Babbo. 10/But may those Ladies help this verse of mine, Who helped Amphion in enclosing Thebes, That from the fact the word be not diverse. O rabble ill-begotten above all, Who're in the place to speak of which is hard, 'Twere better ye had here been sheep or goats! When we were down within the darksome well, Beneath the giant's feet, but lower far, And I was scanning still the lofty wall, I heard it said to me: 'Look how thou steppest! 20/Take heed thou do not trample with thy feet The heads of the tired, miserable brothers!' Whereat I turned me round, and saw before me And underfoot a lake, that from the frost The semblance had of glass, and not of water. So thick a veil ne'er made upon its current In winter-time Danube in Austria, Nor there beneath the frigid sky the Don, As there was here; so that if Tambernich Had fallen upon it, or Pietrapana, 30/E'en at the edge 'twould not have given a creak. And as to croak the frog doth place himself With muzzle out of water,--when is dreaming Of gleaning oftentimes the peasant-girl,-- Livid, as far down as where shame appears, Were the disconsolate shades within the ice, Setting their teeth unto the note of storks. Each one his countenance held downward bent; From mouth the cold, from eyes the doleful heart Among them witness of itself procures. 40/When round about me somewhat I had looked, I downward turned me, and saw two so close, The hair upon their heads together mingled. 'Ye who so strain your breasts together, tell me,' I said, 'who are you;' and they bent their necks, And when to me their faces they had lifted, Their eyes, which first were only moist within, Gushed o'er the eyelids, and the frost congealed The tears between, and locked them up again. Clamp never bound together wood with wood 50/So strongly; whereat they, like two he-goats, Butted together, so much wrath o'ercame them. And one, who had by reason of the cold Lost both his ears, still with his visage downward, Said: 'Why dost thou so mirror thyself in us? If thou desire to know who these two are, The valley whence Bisenzio descends Belonged to them and to their father Albert. They from one body came, and all Caina Thou shalt search through, and shalt not find a shade 60/More worthy to be fixed in gelatine; Not he in whom were broken breast and shadow At one and the same blow by Arthur's hand; Focaccia not; not he who me encumbers So with his head I see no farther forward, And bore the name of Sassol Mascheroni; Well knowest thou who he was, if thou art Tuscan. And that thou put me not to further speech, Know that I Camicion de' Pazzi was, And wait Carlino to exonerate me.' 70/Then I beheld a thousand faces, made Purple with cold; whence o'er me comes a shudder, And evermore will come, at frozen ponds. And while we were advancing tow'rds the middle, Where everything of weight unites together, And I was shivering in the eternal shade, Whether 'twere will, or destiny, or chance, I know not; but in walking 'mong the heads I struck my foot hard in the face of one. Weeping he growled: 'Why dost thou trample me? 80/Unless thou comest to increase the vengeance of Montaperti, why dost thou molest me?' And I: 'My Master, now wait here for me, That I through him may issue from a doubt; Then thou mayst hurry me, as thou shalt wish.' The Leader stopped; and to that one I said Who was blaspheming vehemently still: 'Who art thou, that thus reprehendest others?' 'Now who art thou, that goest through Antenora Smiting,' replied he, 'other people's cheeks, 90/So that, if thou wert living, 'twere too much?' 'Living I am, and dear to thee it may be,' Was my response, 'if thou demandest fame, That 'mid the other notes thy name I place.' And he to me: 'For the reverse I long; Take thyself hence, and give me no more trouble; For ill thou knowest to flatter in this hollow.' Then by the scalp behind I seized upon him, And said: 'It must needs be thou name thyself, Or not a hair remain upon thee here.' 100/Whence he to me: 'Though thou strip off my hair, I will not tell thee who I am, nor show thee, If on my head a thousand times thou fall.' I had his hair in hand already twisted, And more than one shock of it had pulled out, He barking, with his eyes held firmly down, When cried another: 'What doth ail thee, Bocca? Is't not enough to clatter with thy jaws, But thou must bark? what devil touches thee?' 'Now,' said I, 'I care not to have thee speak, 110/Accursed traitor; for unto thy shame I will report of thee veracious news.' 'Begone,' replied he, 'and tell what thou wilt, But be not silent, if thou issue hence, Of him who had just now his tongue so prompt; He weepeth here the silver of the French; 'I saw,' thus canst thou phrase it, 'him of Duera There where the sinners stand out in the cold.' If thou shouldst questioned be who else was there, Thou hast beside thee him of Beccaria, 120/Of whom the gorget Florence slit asunder; Gianni del Soldanier, I think, may be Yonder with Ganellon, and Tebaldello Who oped Faenza when the people slep.' Already we had gone away from him, When I beheld two frozen in one hole, So that one head a hood was to the other; And even as bread through hunger is devoured, The uppermost on the other set his teeth, There where the brain is to the nape united. 130/Not in another fashion Tydeus gnawed The temples of Menalippus in disdain, Than that one did the skull and the other things. 'O thou, who showest by such bestial sign Thy hatred against him whom thou art eating, Tell me the wherefore,' said I, 'with this compact, That if thou rightfully of him complain, In knowing who ye are, and his transgression, I in the world above repay thee for it, If that wherewith I speak be not dried up.' !CANTO XXXIII. His mouth uplifted from his grim repast, That sinner, wiping it upon the hair Of the same head that he behind had wasted. Then he began: 'Thou wilt that I renew The desperate grief, which wrings my heart already To think of only, ere I speak of it; But if my words be seed that may bear fruit Of infamy to the traitor whom I gnaw, Speaking and weeping shalt thou see together. 10/I know not who thou art, nor by what mode Thou hast come down here; but a Florentine Thou seemest to me truly, when I hear thee. Thou hast to know I was Count Ugolino, And this one was Ruggieri the Archbishop; Now I will tell thee why I am such a neighbour. That, by effect of his malicious thoughts, Trusting in him I was made prisoner, And after put to death, I need not say; But ne'ertheless what thou canst not have heard, 20/That is to say, how cruel was my death, Hear shalt thou, and shalt know if he has wronged me. A narrow perforation in the mew, Which bears because of me the title of Famine, And in which others still must be locked up, Had shown me through its opening many moons Already, when I dreamed the evil dream Which of the future rent for me the veil. This one appeared to me as lord and master, Hunting the wolf and whelps upon the mountain 30/For which the Pisans cannot Lucca see. With sleuth-hounds gaunt, and eager, and well trained, Gualandi with Sismondi and Lanfianchi He had sent out before him to the front. After brief course seemed unto me forespent The father and the sons, and with sharp tushes It seemed to me I saw their flanks ripped open. When I before the morrow was awake, Moaning amid their sleep I heard my sons Who with me were, and asking after bread. 40/Cruel indeed art thou, if yet thou grieve not, Thinking of what my heart foreboded me, And weep'st thou not, what art thou wont to weep at? They were awake now, and the hour drew nigh At which our food used to be brought to us, And through his dream was each one apprehensive; And I heard locking up the under door Of the horrible tower; whereat without a word I gazed into the faces of my sons. I wept not, I within so turned to stone; 50/They wept; and darling little Anselm mine Said: 'Thou dost gaze so, father, what doth ail thee?' Still not a tear I shed, nor answer made All of that day, nor yet the night thereafter, Until another sun rose on the world. As now a little glimmer made its way Into the dolorous prison, and I saw Upon four faces my own very aspect, Both of my hands in agony I bit; And, thinking that I did it from desire 60/Of eating, on a sudden they uprose, And said they: 'Father, much less pain 'twill give us If thou do eat of us; thyself didst clothe us With this poor flesh, and do thou strip it off.' I calmed me then, not to make them more sad. That day we all were silent, and the next. Ah! obdurate earth, wherefore didst thou not open? When we had come unto the fourth day, Gaddo Threw himself down outstretched before my feet, Saying, 'My father, why dost thou not help me?' 70/And there he died; and, as thou seest me, I saw the three fall, one by one, between The fifth day and the sixth; whence I betook me, Already blind, to groping over each, And three days called them after they were dead; Then hunger did what sorrow could not do.' When he had said this, with his eyes distorted, The wretched skull resumed he with his teeth, Which, as a dog's, upon the bone were strong. Ah! Pisa, thou opprobrium of the people 80/Of the fair land there where the 'Si' doth sound, Since slow to punish thee thy neighbours are, Let the Capraia and Gorgona move, And make a hedge across the mouth of Arno That every person in thee it may drown! For if Count Ugolino had the fame Of having in thy castles thee betrayed, Thou shouldst not on such cross have put his sons. Guiltless of any crime, thou modern Thebes! Their youth made Uguccione and Brigata, 90/And the other two my song doth name above! We passed still farther onward, where the ice Another people ruggedly enswathes, Not downward turned, but all of them reversed. Weeping itself there does not let them weep, And grief that finds a barrier in the eyes Turns itself inward to increase the anguish; Because the earliest tears a cluster form, And, in the manner of a crystal visor, Fill all the cup beneath the eyebrow full. 100/And notwithstanding that, as in a callus, Because of cold all sensibility Its station had abandoned in my face, Still it appeared to me I felt some wind; Whence I: 'My Master, who sets this in motion? Is not below here every vapour quenched?' Whence he to me: 'Very soon you'll know. You will see with your own eyes the answer, And know the source of the frigid winds.' And one of the wretches of the frozen crust 110/Cried out to us: 'O souls so merciless That the last post is given unto you, Lift from mine eyes the rigid veils, that I May vent the sorrow which impregns my heart A little, e'er the weeping recongeal.' Whence I to him: 'If thou wouldst have me help thee Say who thou wast; and if I free thee not, May I go to the bottom of the ice.' Then he replied: 'I am Friar Alberigo; He am I of the fruit of the bad garden, 120/Who here a date am getting for my fig.' 'O,' said I to him, 'now art thou, too, dead?' And he to me: 'How may my body fare Up in the world, no knowledge I possess. Such an advantage has this Ptolomaea, That oftentimes the soul descendeth here Sooner than Atropos in motion sets it. And, that thou mayest more willingly remove From off my countenance these glassy tears, Know that as soon as any soul betrays 130/As I have done, his body by a demon Is taken from him, who thereafter rules it, Until his time has wholly been revolved. Itself down rushes into such a cistern; And still perchance above appears the body Of yonder shade, that winters here behind me. This thou shouldst know, if thou hast just come down; It is Ser Branca d' Oria, and many years Have passed away since he was thus locked up.' 'I think,' said I to him, 'thou dost deceive me; 140/For Branca d' Oria is not dead as yet, And eats, and drinks, and sleeps, and puts on clothes.' 'In moat above,' said he, 'of Malebranche, There where is boiling the tenacious pitch, As yet had Michel Zanche not arrived, When this one left a devil in his stead In his own body and one near of kin, Who made together with him the betrayal. But hitherward stretch out thy hand forthwith, Open mine eyes;'--and open them I did not, 150/And to be rude to him was courtesy. Ah, Genoese! ye men at variance With every virtue, full of every vice Wherefore are ye not scattered from the world? For with the vilest spirit of Romagna I found of you one such, who for his deeds In soul already in Cocytus bathes, And still above in body seems alive! !CANTO XXXIV. 'Now we are in the pit of Hell, Now look at what lies at the core,' My Master said, 'if you can see him.' As, when there breathes a heavy fog, or when Our hemisphere is darkening into night, Appears far off a mill the wind is turning, Methought that such a building then I saw; And, for the wind, I drew myself behind My Guide, because there was no other shelter. 10/Now was I, and with fear in verse I put it, There where the shades were wholly covered up, And glimmered through like unto straws in glass. Some prone are lying, others stand erect, This with the head, and that one with the soles; Another, bow-like, face to feet inverts. When in advance so far we had proceeded, That it my Master pleased to show to me The creature who once had the beauteous semblance, He from before me moved and made me stop, 20/Saying: 'Look upon the core of Hell, And summon your most Macho of spirits!' How frozen I became and powerless then, Ask it not, Reader, for I write it not, Because all language would be insufficient. I did not die, and I alive remained not; Think for thyself now, hast thou aught of wit, What I became, being of both deprived. The Emperor of the kingdom dolorous From his mid-breast forth issued from the ice; 30/And better with a giant I compare Than do the giants with those arms of his; Consider now how great must be that whole, Which unto such a part conforms itself. Were he as fair once, as he now is foul, And lifted up his brow against his Maker, Well may proceed from him all tribulation. O, what a marvel it appeared to me, When I beheld three faces on his head! The one in front, and that vermilion was; 40/Two were the others, that were joined with this Above the middle part of either shoulder, And they were joined together at the crest; And the right-hand one seemed 'twixt white and yellow; The left was such to look upon as those Who come from where the Nile falls valley-ward. Underneath each came forth two mighty wings, Such as befitting were so great a bird; Sails of the sea I never saw so large. No feathers had they, but as of a bat 50/Their fashion was; and he was waving them, So that three winds proceeded forth therefrom. Thereby Cocytus wholly was congealed. With six eyes did he weep, and down three chins Trickled the tear-drops and the bloody drivel. At every mouth he with his teeth was crunching A sinner, in the manner of a brake, So that he three of them tormented thus. To him in front the biting was as naught Unto the clawing, for sometimes the spine 60/Utterly stripped of all the skin remained. 'That soul up there which has the greatest pain,' The Master said, 'is Judas Iscariot; You cna probably figure out why. If you look a little lower in the mouth, You can see a fellow hanging; that's Brutus. The way he writhes shows he must be in pain. The third one there is Cassius. See him? But the night is almost over now, yes? We need to press on. You've seen it all.' 70/As seemed him good, I clasped him round the neck, And he the vantage seized of time and place, And when the wings were opened wide apart, He laid fast hold upon the shaggy sides; From fell to fell descended downward then Between the thick hair and the frozen crust. When we were come to where the thigh revolves Exactly on the thickness of the haunch, The Guide, with labour and with hard-drawn breath, Turned round his head where he had had his legs, 80/And grappled to the hair, as one who mounts, So that to Hell I thought we were returning. 'Hold on tight and make sure not to slip,' The Master said, panting as one fatigued, 'We are leaving the center of evil behind.' Then through the opening of a rock he issued, And down upon the margin seated me; Then tow'rds me he outstretched his wary step. I lifted up mine eyes and thought to see Lucifer in the same way I had left him; 90/And I beheld him upward hold his legs. And if I then became disquieted, Let stolid people think who do not see What the point is beyond which I had passed. 'Rise up,' the Master said, 'on your feet; The way is long, and the road is hard, And the sun is now rising in the sky.' It was not any palace corridor There where we were, but dungeon natural, With floor uneven and unease of light. 100/'Ere from the abyss I tear myself away, My Master,' said I when I had arisen, 'To draw me from an error speak a little; Where is the ice? and how is this one fixed Thus upside down? and how in such short time From eve to morn has the sun made his transit?' And he to me: 'A wizard did it.' A place there is below, from Beelzebub As far receding as the tomb extends, Which not by sight is known, but by the sound 110/Of a small rivulet, that there descendeth Through chasm within the stone, which it has gnawed With course that winds about and slightly falls. The Guide and I into that hidden road Now entered, to return to the bright world; And without care of having any rest We mounted up, he first and I the second, Till I beheld through a round aperture Some of the beauteous things that Heaven doth bear; Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.
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Why do so many people name their children Poussey, anyway? I swear there were at least three separate agents by that name when I was manager. Was there a fad I wasn't aware of?
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I’ve gotten a few asks/requests ever since I answered that Mitch vs. Tenn ask about writing an AU where Tenn dies in ep2 in place of Mitch. While I don’t think I’ll ever actually write a fic about it, I can give you one of those headcanon, bullet point things.
And if someone wanted to take these ideas and write the fic themselves, I would be 100% unopposed to it so long as you send me the link so I can read it and cry with you. We need more Mitch content guys!
These will be told from Mitch’s POV, covering the ending of ep2 and the beginning of ep3.
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Tenn dies/Mitch lives AU
The raiders are here.
 After weeks of preparing and working on his bomb, Mitch is anxious, fists itching to light the fuse and win this. He gives Willy a confident, proud smile as they gather together to hear what Clementine has to say. 
When the shot rings out and Omar collapses to the ground, holding his bleeding leg and letting out a surprised cry, Mitch’s eyes dart everywhere in search of the source. They scatter, get into position. 
Mitch, with Willy besides him and the bomb in his hand, waits for those fuckers to be distracted, their focus solely on Clementine. 
Then, he hears Tenn’s voice.
Fuck. 
Tenn broke cover, that soft, timid voice of his begging for answers about Sophie and Minerva’s whereabouts. But, Mitch doesn’t have time to be annoyed at the kid’s gullibility. 
The bomb attaches to the cart easily and Mitch is happy to light the fuse with a sneer, taking Willy and moving fast to avoid the destruction of the bomb. 
It’s a blur after the explosion. Arrows fly through the air, flames engulf the school grounds in an angry, orange glow and the raiders are disoriented. 
He spots Tenn, flat against his belly, shaking and turning back to look at the newfound warzone. 
Lilly, the bitch who tricked Tenn into breaking cover, is on her feet. She’s quick, much quicker than Tenn. First, she grabs at his legs, yanking him towards her with furious rage, shouting over at one of her men. 
Mitch doesn’t think. 
Nails biting into his palms, fists balled so tight his knuckles are a ghostly white, he’s sprinting as fast as he possibly can with narrowed eyes locked on his target. 
The collision is hard, damn near painful as he lands on top of her, pressing down on her neck and shoulder, his knee digging into her chest. She glowers up at him, ugly face twisted into a snarl. She tries to claw at his throat, kick out her legs and shove him off.
“You fucking-!”
He gets a good punch in, right along her jaw and holy shit, it feels good seeing blood spat through her lips. So good, that he does it again.
A figure approaches from behind. 
“Mitch! Look out!”
That second.
That one second of a distraction is all Lilly needs. 
Before Mitch can react, he’s forced onto his back with his head bouncing off the hard dirt causing black blurs in his vision.
An arrow whizzes past, hitting the man who came to help Lilly and knocking him back. 
Mitch tries to crawl away, huffing and blinking rapidly. The back of his head throbs, pulsing pain down his neck and behind his eyes.
He doesn’t even notice the knife Lilly holds in her firm grip.
“Stop! Don’t hurt him!”
Tenn-
Lilly, startled by the sudden, frantic grasp of her shoulder by the young boy, turns on reflex.
When the knife slips through Tenn’s throat, just the sound of tearing flesh, Mitch stops breathing. The fire, the hot air, none of it prevents his previously boiling blood from chilling. 
The gurgling, the short gasps...
In that second, the blood- the fucking blood!- spurts from Tenn’s wound and mouth, coating Lilly’s hand. In that second, Mitch’s vision clears to watch the flames reflect in Tenn’s wide, terrified, and glossy eyes. 
Tenn...
“Tenn? Fuck, Tenn, no-!”
He’s grabbed, pulled up by the same man as before, but Mitch throws his body around, swinging his fists with blind, blackened rage, screaming until his throats hoarse. He hears nothing. Nothing except the blood pumping in his ears with every fucking beat of his heart. 
“No! Don’t!” 
“Willy, stop-!”
Their voices are muffled, barely recognizable.
This time, the arrow hits the man’s forehead and Clementine’s shouting at him. 
“Mitch! Move!”
And he does. He fucking does. 
The rest of the fight- shit, Mitch can barely recall any of it. His head, his thoughts, all a goddamn mess. 
What he does remember is another explosion, one much smaller, and Lilly- that motherfucking bitch- standing behind the flames, glaring through them before running off with Violet, Aasim, and Omar.
There are walkers everywhere. 
Everywhere. 
So Mitch takes his knife, held firm in his shaking fists, and he kills every single one that comes near him. Soon, he’s surrounded by rotting walkers with disgusting, blackened blood staining his shirt, his jeans, his face. 
Soon, there’s nothing.
It’s quite.
Except for the breathing... his breathing. 
All of the exhaustion hits him as once as Mitch drags his feet, struggling to keep himself upright, as he approaches Tenn’s body. 
The impact bruises his knees as he falls, pathetically crawling over to the boy. The closer he gets, the more icy venom poisons his blood and churns his stomach. Tremors rock his body and heat spread behind his eyes. 
“Tenn...?”
It’s barely a whisper, so quite Mitch isn’t even sure the word passed his lips.
Tenn’s lifeless eyes, frozen wide, stare through him. His lips, parted in one last gasp, cake with drying blood. His wounds, one in his neck and one in his forehead, still ooze. 
Despite the hot flames around them, the burn scar along his scalp, which Mitch reaches trembling fingers out to touch, is cold. 
He barely notices Ruby and Willy kneeling down beside him, but he can hear Willy crying into his hands. 
AJ approaches, small fists curled up as he stares at the body of his first real friend. 
Their eyes meet, his and AJ, and Mitch can see the grief-stricken rage within the boy, mirroring his. 
Mitch reaches out and pulls Willy into his side, letting him cling to his jacket. Somehow, feeling Willy sob into his jacket brings a small amount of relief over him; like a confirmation that he didn’t let Willy end up like the boy before him.
Tenn...
Tennessee...
Mitch could’ve saved him. 
He wants to scream. It’s stuck like a lump in his throat. He wants to swing his arms, kick his feet, bash in every head of fucking every raider he can get his hands on. 
He could’ve saved him
He could’ve saved him. 
He could’ve saved him.
And he didn’t.
Mitch doesn’t sleep. 
How the fuck can he...?
He drags the bodies of the walkers out, tossing them into a pile outside to them. 
When he comes back, the morning light fell over the school, bringing forth the real destruction the night had brought them. 
Tenn still lay where he was with a cloth draped over his face. 
Ruby passes with a shovel, and Mitch thinks about yanking it away from her, but his arms feel loaded with cement. Fuck, his whole body’s weighed down with fatigue, with the walker blood sticking his clothes to his skin. 
He finds himself beside Tenn again. He can feel Willy’s distraught eyes darting between him and the body. 
Mitch tries to remember what happened, how it happened. It’s just... chaos. 
“Mitch...?”
Clementine’s soft voice comes from beside him, but he doesn’t physically acknowledge her. No doubt she can see how tense he is, how the rage and sorrow -the guilt- emanates from his being. 
Her hand rests gently on his shoulder.
“Why the fuck did he do that...?”
His voice is hoarse, painful to speak. 
“Why would he-...?”
“Lilly lied to him. He wanted to know more about his sisters.”
Mitch scoffs.
“And it killed him.”
The lump appears in his throat again. 
“He... I should’ve...”
Clementine kneels down beside him. 
“Don’t do that.”
Do what...? Man up and admit the truth...?
“We’re killing every one of those fuckers,” Mitch glowers. “And Lilly-”
Her face is the one thing he remembers clearly. The snarl she wore when on top of him, ready to plunge her knife right through him before-
“-she’s fucking mine.”
“Mitch-”
“No!” he snaps. “She doesn’t just get to fucking come in here and- and kidnap our friends and kill a kid! A goddamn kid! A kid who never wanted to fight, a kid who liked to color and saw so much fucking good in everything! She didn’t even fucking hesitate!”
She stares at him, her own grief prominent in her eyes.
“I want her dead, Clem.”
Louis comes back, claiming that Abel’s tied up in the basement, ready for questioning. Ruby’s there, too, finished digging the grave. Clementine leaves them to interrogate the man. 
Louis lightly knocks his hand against Mitch’s shoulder.
“I can help you carry him.”
“...No. I got it.”
Mitch, as gently as he can, scoops Tenn up in his arms. He’s heavy, so goddamn heavy and limp in his arms. But, he refuses to be helped. 
He did this.
And he’s going to be the one to give Tenn a proper burial. 
Once in the grave, Mitch presses Tenn’s hands together to rest over his chest and uses his thumb to fully shut the boy’s eyes. By himself, he fills the grave as they all remain there behind him in silence. Not a single word is spoken, but he can hear Willy and Ruby sniffling. 
Mitch knows Clementine will get the information they need to find the raider’s base, and when she does, he already knows what he’s going to do. 
He’ll build an even bigger bomb, one that will send the raider chunks raining from the sky. 
Then, once he’s done that, he’s going to find Lilly. 
He’s going to find Lilly, pull out his knife, and ram it down her goddamn throat. 
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Of Masks and Men (Part 2)
(Sorry for the delay in getting this up. That's what college will do. I almost had this submitted two weeks ago, but the page reset and I lost my progress. Live and learn. Hope you enjoy.)
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The woods of Gravity Falls was said to be peaceful, especially on days of minimal cloud-coverage. Even with all the magical creatures' antics (and the occasional predator looking for a meal), no local nor tourist could deny that area held a sense of tranquility...
Said peace and tranquility was instantly shattered as a twelve-year-old boy burst through the foliage in a panic.
Abel Wood was blindly racing through these woods at full-speed, away from the hidden bunker that contained someone or something that been disguised as his great-uncle. He still had the mask of his uncle's visage in hand as he took off running. Under that convincing-looking mask (which he guessed was some kind of rubber) was a head with the most shocking features: a green mouth, a protruding brownish-tan face, and piercing red eyes; a total contrast to the aging face with graying brown hair and a trim beard! It... it actually sort reminded him of something he couldn't quite put his finger on. 
"What is it?" he thought as he reached a clearing. "Doesn't matter. Gotta get back. Gotta get help. Then I'll figure this ou-...!"
"Schmebulock!" Abel heard right before tripping and falling over something small and pointy.
Momentarily winded, Abel picked himself off the ground. "What the..." he said. Hearing a groan, he turned around, discovering what looked like a tiny man laying on the ground. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" He quickly rushed over and helped him up. As Abel dusted the guy off, he noted the overalls, the beard, and pointy hat. It was a Gnome, something he had read about in his copy one of his distant uncle's journals.
"You okay, dude? Again, I apologize," Abel said. Looking himself over and apparently deciding no harm was done, the Gnome responded with a thumbs-up. "Great," said Abel. "Say... you wouldn't happen to know where town might be, would you? I sort of lost bearings while running from-"
"Abel! Where are you?" a voice called out. It was a voice he was really hoping not to hear.
"Oh, crud!" The boy immediately hurried to find the mask he dropped. He picked it up and quickly repeated the question. The tiny creature pointed to the right. "Hey, thanks a lot! Listen, I was never here. You got it?"
"Schmebulock," the Gnome replied.
"Uh, right... Thanks again, I think!" Abel said before taking off again, leaving Schmebulock III behind. The Gnome just shook his head, before going his own way, as well.
Trusting the magical creature's judgment, Abel sprinted in the general direction he was pointed toward, feeling confident that he could get back to civilization before stopping to rest. According to Grandma Mabel, as kids, when it came to physical prowess, she had been the power while Grunkle Mason was the speed (unless she had consumed her patented Mabel Juice, that is); a dynamic not unlike the one Abel shared with his twin sister Dana. Considering that he was lean, but not a stick-figure like his great uncle had been at his age, Abel figured he probably had more stamina.
Sure enough, after about five minutes of running, the mountain town was in sight, and the pre-teen allowed himself a moment to stop and breathe. It was a glorious sight, seeing it in golden afternoon light. Unfortunately, there was no time to gaze. He moved toward the streets, passing a peanut-stand on the way.
"Why does that seem familiar?" he thought, standing at the cross-walk, waiting for the "Walk"-signal.
"Abel! Come back here."
"Forget traffic laws! I'm running!" he said to himself before moving forward, regardless of the sign. Thankfully, there were no cars in sight. He only hoped law-enforcement wasn't paying attention. Fortunately for Abel, Sheriff Durland and Deputy Blubs (whose respective fathers had worked together, as well) were distracted with a magnifying glass and some ants.
For the next several blocks, Abel raced through the mild hustle-and-bustle of Gravity Falls, dodging people obstacles, occasionally having to quickly apologize. "I should really take up parkour," he thought. He knew he was getting closer when he passed the locally famous Greasy's Diner. Losing focus for a minute, he crashed into a younger kid, causing him to spill his green ice-cream. Not wasting any time, Abel quickly said he was sorry and threw a handful of singles in the child's direction before running off again. He could buy another mint cone. Mint or...
"Pistachio!" Abel thought. "The head sort of resembled a pistachio nut." Just what was that monster in the mask? He was in the same bunker where his Grunkle Mason, Aunt Wendy, Grandma Mabel, and Mr. Ramirez had sealed away some sort of alien Shapeshifter. Was there something else in the lab? And what of the real Mason Pines? Was he kidnapped? Dead? Had he be taken over by something from another dimension or something he created himself, but went rogue? So many possibilities... He had to get to the house.
Finally, he made it to the simple, two-story house not two miles from the Mystery (S)Hack. He ran inside, frantically looking for his great-aunt. He had just gotten to the other side of the living room when he heard her. "Whoa, dude! Where's the fire?"
Abel turned to her. She was a very tall woman (even taller than her husband) with pale skin and red hair with a streak of gray. She was currently wearing her flannel dress and an apron. "Probably just finished the dishes," thought Abel. Not dwelling on that, Abel quickly spoke. "Aunt Wendy! Grunkle Mason's a monster!"
"Hey now! That's no way to talk about your uncle! I thought you liked him," Wendy scolded.
"What? No, I mean he's literally a monster. Or maybe a monster's replaced him. I don't know. But look! I took his mask." Abel held it up for here to look at.
The middle-aged woman blinked. "Really? You don't say."
"I know, right? We've got to do something."
"You're darn right we do!" spoke a third voice. Abel turned, only to see a figure coming through the other hall. It was the guy Abel had been trying avoid all afternoon. How had he...? The back door! Abel had forgotten to lock both doors before looking for his great-aunt. "Grunkle Mason" stepped into the living room, directly facing Abel and Wendy. He looked as terrifying as ever. "You and I are about to have a serious talk, young man. But first, my mask." He reached his hand out for it.
Abel stepped back slowly. Without looking, he quietly handed the mask of his uncle to Wendy. He wasn't sure what to do in this situation, but she would. "Aunt Wendy, you deal with this kind of stuff all the time," he said quietly. "Got a plan?"
"Relax, Abel. I know just what to do," she replied.
Suddenly, Abel felt something thick and strong wrap around his mid-section, arms included, and pull tight, leaving him unable to use his arms. He looked down. It was some kind of rope-like vine. He looked behind, only to see it came from beneath his Aunt Wendy's sleeve.
"No! No-no-no!" he shouted hysterically.
"Sorry, man. Gotta do what you gotta do," the redhead said with a shrug. She looked back at the unmasked creature in the living room and tossed the rubber mask back to him. "Here you go, Dear."
"Thanks, Honey," he replied, and stretched it out to put it back on.
Not knowing what else to do, Abel tried to run for the entrance, only to discover that "Aunt Wendy" held the vine firm and was even pulling him back, hand-over-hand, no matter how hard he struggled.
"Okay, that's enough," said the monster with mask back on his face. He stepped in front of Abel and blew some kind of powder in the panicked pre-teen's face. Suddenly, the kid began to feel a lot of fatigue coming on. His head swam. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was the face of the man he had once long admired.
To be continued...
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Billy breathes through his nose, unable to keep himself from leaning onto himself and allowing the tiredness to wash between his face and his hands. This was not a conversation that he wanted to be having, not with anyone much less with Silver who had seemed to fully jumped into Flint’s madness too. Not when this was the topic and not when he not only agreed given the plans that they had discussed about long john silver but also that he knew how much of an asset such a gift Émilie could turn out to be.
He could see it clear as day and had it not been her he could have likely suggested it himself. But it had been clear that Émilie had made her own mind, not only made her own mind but reached out to Silver about it unware (or perhaps uncaring) of what that might mean. Perhaps it was just one of her feelings; that she could feel she could trust Silver with such an information. Billy did not pretend to understand or know, but it was clear why she would have gone to him directly instead of Billy or even Abel. Either of them would not only disagree but stand firm against it.
Billy sighs again, lowering his hands and resting his elbows against his knees, looking up to Silver with as much of a clear expression as he could muster. Clear, meaning these days: filled with frustration and fatigue at how everyone seemed to be more than happy to dance to Flint’s tune. Silver, Madi, Aurum, everyone seemed more than happy to do so while he just felt Flint was once more getting them into another storm. 
And now Émilie too.
   “I know.” he says, knowing full well that when he brought up the topic that she would be expecting a fight. She would not have one from him; what was done was done and they would adjust as needed. He would not deny the usefulness, it was only the concern that tugged at his chest. And on his face, which was likely the reason why Silver himself had come to talk to him.
And that too was another thing that he really would have prefer to keep out of their radar. Not only did he have to contend with not knowing how Émilie simply knew things (and how he didn’t know how far that went when he looked at him) but now with Silver and what that might mean. Émilie might trust him; in a way Billy did too. In the end, foolishly or not, he still had hope that Silver would be the man that would prevail and see Flint for what he was.
   “I don’t much understand it myself or if it’s just a strange consistent trick,” inhaling sharply he looks over his shoulder towards the dimly lit house. Abel had tried to keep her out of his affairs, of their affairs and that hadn’t gotten him very far “but whatever it is, she just knew.” his eyes go back to Silver.
Before any of them had spoken to her, because they wouldn’t. Abel who had consistently tried to keep her safe was as surprised as him when she found them before they headed into the Guthrie’s tavern. She had been as surprised, though Billy wasn’t quite sure if it could be surprise and more like a confirmation of something.
She had been there alone, at night, almost as if waiting.  If Gates had been there Billy was sure that he would agree that it felt like the stuff of stories, but her hands had been warm when she held them when they left Nassau, when they had a chance to be alone.
The silence presses deeper between them and Billy gives Silver a small smile “I still wouldn’t want to be there when Abel figures out what she intends to do.“
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A Supernatural x Reader Story Chapter Thirty-Six: Sharp Teeth
Word count: 4552
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A/N: Some of these characters are from 12.06 and 12.20, but if you haven’t watched those episodes yet, it’ll still make sense, and there are NO SPOILERS in here for season twelve! Basically, Tasha Banes is a witch, and Max and Alicia are her twins (their age is never said, but I’m assuming early to mid twenties at this point). Max also practices magic, and Tasha raised them to hunt “bad witches.”
Speaking of which, I don’t actually know where the Baneses lived or if they lived together or if they even lived anywhere at this point in the show, so if they reveal something entirely different, please overlook it.
Max and Alicia burst through the front door of the Banes house, with you following close behind, all of you roaring with laughter at something Alicia said moments earlier.
A warm yellow glow, cutting through the grey light of the rising sun, emanates from the kitchen down the hall where the three of you pile in to see a tall, leather-jacketed woman standing at the counter.
“Mom, you’re home!”
Alicia charges toward her first, nearly knocking her over as she wraps her in a hug while Tasha laughs lightly.
“I just got back myself,” she says, embracing Max as well.
“Well, so much for those few minutes of peace, then,” you joke as she pulls you in.
She shakes her head. “How did the hunt go?”
“Couldn’t have gone better,” you say.
“You should have been there!” Alicia tells her. “(Y/N) zapped him –”
“And then we trapped him in the basement –” Max interjects.
“And Max finished him off,” you finish. “It was great. Hell, I’m keeping these guys.”
Alicia scoffs. “Yeah, like you have a choice after two months of saving our asses.”
You brush her off, but the buzzing of your phone cuts you off. “Duty calls,” you shrug as you turn into the darkened living room and answer.
“(Y/N), it’s Toby,” the deep, rough voice resonates from the speaker.
“Hey, long time,” you greet.
“Yeah, it has been a while. You should come by for a cold one someday,” he says. “Meantime, listen – I picked up Garth’s description on the police wire. Been missing for a few months now, hasn’t he?”
“Few more than a few. Where is he?”
“Grantsburg Memorial, up in Wisconsin. You anywhere near there?”
You don’t need to calculate the miles and hours to answer. “Very.”
As you thank Toby for the information, the muffled voices and giggles from the kitchen send a pang of guilt through you. Dread, too.
But you all know this was never meant to be permanent. They knew when you showed up on their doorstep they would have to say goodbye, and you knew you would have to face the boys someday, flying broom and all.
You tiptoe back into the kitchen, where Max shoves a beer bottle into your hands. “She’s back!” he says, clinking the glass with the bottle in his own hand. “Here’s to another successful witch hunt.”
You clear your throat and set the yours on the counter. “Actually, I’d better not. I’ve got to hit the road.”
“You caught a case? We’ll go with,” Alicia offers.
“It’s not a hunt,” you say. “Or maybe it is. I don’t know.”
“Whatever it is, we can help. We owe you that much,” Max suggests.
You shake your head. “You don’t owe me anything. Besides, I need to do this one on my own.”
The room deflates, silent.
“I get the feeling this might be it for a while,” you say, finally. “I want to thank you – all of you – for everything.”
Tasha steps forward and wraps her arms around you. “It was our pleasure.”
You laugh as she pulls away. “I ate your food and commandeered your couch.”
“You’re still the best hunter we’ve ever worked with. Far as I’m concerned, couch is a small price to pay,” Max says, pulling you into a hug. “If you ever need anything…”
“Call us,” Alicia finishes, embracing you as well.
You nod. “Same goes for you.”
The morning sun brightens the sky by the time you make it to Wisconsin. A wave of fatigue hits you as you trudge across the parking lot and into the hospital.
“Agent Kramer,” you introduce, flashing your badge to the receptionist. “I’m looking for a John Doe. Would have been here a few days – kind of wiry, looks like he could use some sun.”
She chuckles. “Room one-one-three. Though, you might want to consult with your colleague.”
As she nods the space behind you, someone clears their throat. You’d recognize even the short burst of air anywhere.
“Agent,” he greets.
You turn to him, slowly, the breath still gone from your lungs.
Sam.
• • • • • • • • • • • •
You follow him to the opposite corner of the lobby, away from prying ears. Crossing your arms over your chest, you keep a safe distance away from him, remembering the reason you left in the first place.
“The angel’s gone,” he says, as if reading your mind. “It’s all me in here.”
A sigh of relief leaves your lips before you can stop it. You want to hug him and talk for ages and make up for two month’s worth of lost time, but you can only manage to choke out a few words.
“Sam, I’m sorry.”
He nods. “Thanks.”
You feel your heart deflate at the not-quite-forgiveness, though you expected much worse. You deserve much worse for lying to him all those weeks, and for leaving.
“Have you seen him yet?” you ask, nodding in the direction the receptionist pointed.
“No, I got here a few seconds before you did,” he explains.
“Where's Dean?”
You see the muscles in his jaw clench, his eyes darken.
“I'm not sure. We're taking separate vacations,” he says. “His idea. Something about needing space.”
“Oh.”
You wrack your brain for better words to say, but turn up empty.
He clears his throat and gestures to the door with 113 stuck on the glass. “Shall we?”
A green-jacketed figure looms over Garth’s bed as you step through the door, Sam following.
“Well, solved that mystery,” you tell him before turning to the other visitor. “Hey, Dean.”
“(Y/N), Sam,” he greets in a cold tone.
You busy yourself with examining Garth’s unconscious figure, the numbers on the monitor beside his bed.
Sam sighs. “Saw Garth’s John Doe on the police wire. You?”
“Yeah,” Dean says. “Where you two coming from?”
“New Mexico.”
“Duluth.”
Dean furrows his brow at you. “Duluth? That’s an hour away and you just got here? What, do they send police alerts by carrier pigeons out there?”
“Guess I’ve been out of the loop lately.” You don’t mean it as a shot at him, but he averts his eyes downward, guilty.
“I called,” he says.
“Well, ringing twice then hanging up isn’t calling,” you retort. “But it’s okay. I mean, I left, didn’t I?”
He raises his eyes to you, unconvinced. “Right.”
“You spoken to him yet?” Sam asks.
“No,” he admits. “Assload of painkillers. He’s been out since I got here.”
Your eyes land on the pair of handcuffs tethering Garth’s wrist to the rail of the bed. “How’d he end up in those?”
“Killed a cow,” Dean answers.
“Why?”
“That’s what I’m about to find out,” he says, uncapping a syringe of clear liquid.
“Whoa, hey,” Sam exclaims, holding out a hand to stop him. “What is that – adrenaline?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You trying to jump-start him or kill him?” he questions.
“I want some answers,” Dean says. “He walked out on Kevin. He walked out on us. So, if you got a better idea…”
Sam frowns at him before raising his arm and striking Garth across the cheek.
He shoots up, screaming. “Dean?” he gasps. “Sam? (Y/N)? What is this? A hospital? Wait… am I in heaven?”
“All right, take it easy, Garth,” Dean says. “You’re in Wisconsin.”
“And you’re here because you were hit by a car,” you add.
“Do you remember anything?” Sam asks.
“Vaguely.” Garth lifts his hand toward his head, but the cuffs clink against the rail. “What’s with the hardware?”
“You tell us,” Dean says. “And while you’re at it, why don’t you give us the lowdown on where you went AWOL for the past six months? Only way we tracked you down is that you offed a cow.”
Garth seems to barely register Sam picking the lock of the handcuffs. “Offed a… what? I was on a hunt.”
“Hunt for what?”
He makes it through one unintelligible syllable before turning a pale shade of green. “Oh, no,” he says, pushing off the covers and staggering off the bed. “Oh, get back.”
You, Sam, and Dean watch him as he gags, making a beeline for the bathroom.
“Good thing I didn’t give him the adrenaline,” Dean comments.
• • • • • • • • • • • •
You and Sam settle into each of the chairs while Dean takes a seat on the edge of the unoccupied bed.
“Anything on Gadreel?” he asks.
Sam nods. “Turns out he left some grace in me before he bolted.”
“Wait a second – ‘Gadreel’?” you repeat. “What happened to Ezekiel?”
Dean glances across at his brother again before turning back to you. “He, uh, wasn’t who he said he was.”
You pause. “So, the only desperate fallen angel who answered your call for help had his own agenda?” you say, your tone biting. “Go figure.”
Coughing, retching sounds continue to echo from the bathroom.
“Just breathe, Garth,” Dean calls, halfheartedly.
As he leans forward on his elbows, his sleeve rides up to reveal a mark, almost like a branding.
“What happened to your arm?” Sam asks before you can say anything.
“It’s a gift from Cain,” Dean sighs, frowning at it.
You step toward him now, examining the symbol you recognize from a book.
“Like… the wrestler?” Sam says.
Dean chuckles, though his words sound heavy. “I wish. That would be awesome.”
“Cain,” you repeat. “As in Cain and Abel. As in Old Testament. Tell me this isn’t the literal freaking Mark of Cain.”
You glance up at him, but he only turns his head down, giving you your answer. “Dean, what the hell did you do?”
“He gave me a way to eighty-six Abaddon once and for all,” he argues. “What was I supposed to do?”
“You run it by us! You do some research, you wait for Kevin to come up with something from the demon tablet. You don’t take on the… What?”
He slumps his shoulders and studies his shoes under your gaze. You look to Sam for an explanation, but he doesn’t meet your eyes either.
You recall your words. Were they too harsh? Did you hit a sore spot without knowing it?
It takes you longer to realize than it should. You don’t want to believe it.
“Kevin?” you murmur, though you don’t need an answer.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” Dean chokes.
You open your mouth to answer him, but your lungs feel empty. You bite down on your lip to keep it from trembling as you force stinging tears away from your eyes.
You swallow back the tightness in your throat, but your voice still cracks. “How?”
Silence.
You almost feel relieved not knowing before Dean speaks. “Gadreel…”
He doesn’t continue. He doesn’t need to.
You barely remember leaving the room. Only stumbling to find air as your mind struggles to wrap around Kevin being… gone? It can’t really be true, can it? He’s just a kid.
Was a kid.
No, when you get back to the bunker, he’ll be in the shooting range, flashing you that proud smile he gets when he hits the very center of the target. Because you told him target practice would keep him safe. You promised him you would get him out of this life. You were supposed to…
You lean against a red brick pillar outside the hospital’s entrance. At first, you think nothing of the gowned figure dashing across the parking lot.
When you see Garth’s face, though, as he loses the gown and turns to slip into the passenger seat of a station wagon, you snap out of the daze and back to your job.
He doesn’t seem to spot you as the blonde woman driving the car pulls out of the driveway and you switch the ignition of your own car. You consider following them until they reach their destination, but Garth is still a hunter. He would catch you before you got that far.
Instead, you floor the gas pedal as you approach their car, waiting for a shoulder lane before you pull in front of them, your tires squealing.
The woman stops just in time to keep from hitting you, her eyes wide.
You climb out into the grassy area as Garth does.
“Going somewhere?”
• • • • • • • • • • • •
They lead you to their apartment in the next town over, where Garth convinced you would be more private.
You barely wait until the door closes behind you to turn on him.
“You want to tell me what the hell’s going on with you?” you yell.
“Of course I do,” he says, his tone soft. “Let’s all just calm down and talk about this.”
Though you don’t address her, the woman who drove flinches at your words, hiding behind Garth as a child would hide behind a parent.
“Bess? It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs to her. “(Y/N)’s not going to hurt you.”
You begin to ask why she thinks you would hurt her, but your mind catches on something else. The murdered cow, his disappearance, why he would run from you in the first place.
Without warning, you pull an object out of your pocket and toss it in his direction. By reflex, his hand darts out to catch it, and he yelps at the sound of searing flesh, the silver bullet dropping to the ground with a plink.
By the time you turn back to the woman, her eyes glow yellow and pointed teeth protrude from her mouth with a roar.
You pull your gun from its holster and aim it at her, but she doesn’t charge. Instead, Garth jumps in front of her.
“Please,” he gasps. “Don’t hurt her.”
You take your finger off the trigger, piecing together the story.
“You were bitten,” you try.
He nods. “Bess – she found me. She saved me, and her family took me in as one of their pack.”
As you lower your gun, he pulls her – now human-featured – around to his side, wrapping an arm around her.
“That’s why I went after that cow,” he continues. “Anything to keep away from human hearts.”
Maybe it’s the fear in her eyes, maybe the familiar desperation in his, that convinces you to tuck your gun back in its holster.
He breathes a sigh of relief. “I checked it all out – everything’s kosher. If you don’t believe me–”
“I believe you, Garth,” you concede. “It’s just… you get bitten, you call me, and I’ll help you. You don’t just take off. We thought you were–”
Your voice breaks off at the thought of losing someone else today.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I really am,” he says.
“I know. And I get it. Believe me, I do,” you add when you see the disbelief in his expression. “And I’m glad you’re okay, relatively.”
You look around at the cozy apartment, at the new life your friend has built. So what if it’s with werewolves? Who are you to judge after spending the last two months practicing magic?
“Um, it’s Bess, right?” you ask, holding out a hand to her. “I’m (Y/N).”
She only hesitates a moment before shaking your hand. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m sorry for the… circumstances.”
“Me, too,” you admit. “Look, I’m not going to hurt you, but–”
Almost as if on cue, Garth holds out a hand to stop you as he sniffs the air.
“The boys?” you say.
He nods.
When they break through the door, you defend the couple, which is how you end up at the barrel of Dean’s gun.
You think he might shoot. When he doesn’t, you think of how easily he could, and you reconsider ever revealing your own secret.
He moves around you to aim at Bess, but you block his shot again. “Just hear him out.”
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“What am I doing here?” Dean gestures to his spot in the passenger seat of your car.
“You want to drive, next time play something other than scissors,” you say.
He rolls his eyes. “I mean, why are we going to bible group with a pack of werewolves?”
“Because it’s Garth’s pack. You know better than anyone, not all monsters are killers.”
“But all monsters are monsters,” he mutters.
You focus your eyes on the road, trying not to let your face show that each of his words crushes your heart a little more.
“Why do you care so much anyway?” he questions.
Maybe because I am a monster.
“It’s Garth, man,” you shrug. “If it came down to it, could you really kill him? I mean, he's–”
“Don't– don't say he's family. He didn't call, he didn't write. He left us in the dark for months and became a werewolf. That sound like family to you?”
You don’t answer as you turn off the dirt road and into the driveway of a classic house, its white paint aged to a light tan, in the shadow of several tall trees.
You and Dean walk across the freshly cut grass, along tall, manicured bushes when you hear a piano and a… choir?
He has already turned to you, brows furrowed, when you shrug at him, gesturing to the porch.
A woman in a floral-printed blouse opens the door, greeting you both with a wide smile. “You must be (Y/N) and Dean. I’m Joy, Garth’s mother-in-law,” she says. “Well, stepmother-in-law, which I always thought sounded so silly. Please, come in. We’re just finishing up.”
Dean begins to take a step backward, but you nudge him forward with a hand on his back, giving the lady a warm smile. “That’d be great.”
As she leads you inside, the singing becomes headache-inducingly loud. Dean raises his eyebrows at you, as if to say, Really?, but you roll your eyes and prod him further into the house.
In the living room, a dozen people or so gather around a piano, where Garth sits and plays off-key, each holding a songbook.
“Bringing in the sheaves,” they sing. “Bringing in the sheaves. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.”
As they finish the song, an older man in a grey wool sweater who seems to lead the congregation dismisses the group with the promise of church service on Sunday. Children rush past you, while the adults shuffle to follow them out the door, each with a pleasant smile on their face.
Garth spots you and Dean and slides off the piano bench to meet you at the doorway. “So, what’d I tell you? It’s all good right?”
You watch two children straggling behind the others on their way out.
“Everyone here’s a wolf?” Dean asks, following your gaze.
Garth shrugs. “Yeah.”
“Yeah, not all good.”
Bess finds Garth’s side from where she stood at the piano. You give her a friendly smile, and she offers you a shy one in return.
“Come on, Dean. You’ve just gotta meet them,” Garth says, and points to two men in the opposite corner of the room, who nod at you both. “That’s Russ and Joba, Bess’s first cousins on Sister Joy’s side. And that’s Pastor Jim–” he points to the leader of the group – “Bess’s dad. Leader of the pack and a good man.”
The pastor makes his way to you. “‘(Y/N),’ is it? And ‘Dean’?”
You nod, and shake his hand. “Welcome,” he says. “Jim Meyers. Folks around here usually call me–”
“Reverend Jim. Yeah, I got it,” Dean interrupts. He doesn’t take the extended hand.
“Oh, uh, my bad,” Garth chuckles. “Dean’s got this crazy fear of germs.”
The reverend doesn’t acknowledge the excuse. “I understand your apprehension, Dean. Hunters and our kind don’t have the best history together.”
“But I think you’ll find we’re not much different from you,” Joy adds.
“Oh, sister, I highly doubt it,” Dean remarks.
The reverend continues. “Why don’t we break bread and see?”
As the reverend and his wife leave the room, you fix your glare on Dean with a hushed shout. “What the hell was that?”
“What?” he says.
“Will you just… try to be civil?”
He shrugs. “Why?”
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While the werewolves – no, lycanthropes – ate from their plates of bloody, chewy-looking hearts, you and Dean were both served what you hoped was steak. It was dry and bitter, and the smell of blood in the dining room made your stomach turn, but you picked at it politely, more concerned with giving Dean warning glances and nudges when his comments came close to stepping out of line.
With every one of his remarks, you feel a twinge in your chest. Maybe you’ve been using today to warm him up to the idea of befriending the supernatural, but as the day wears on, it proves to be a failed attempt.
“I don’t know what else you want to hear, Dean,” you tell him on the drive to meet Sam on the other side of the farm.
“Come on, the singing, the flowery placemats – none of that seems off to you?” he asks.
“Maybe,” you shrug. “Or maybe it’s just been that long since either of us have had a family dinner.”
He huffs out a sigh.
You don’t trust them, not completely, but you can’t let him know that. You chalk it up to your years of hunting, years of constantly looking over your shoulder for creatures like them. Besides, you trust Garth.
“(Y/N),” Dean breaks the silence. “Look, I’m sorry.”
You pry your eyes away from the road to glance at him, brows furrowed.
“I should’ve been there for him,” he says.
Kevin. You tried to keep the thought away from your mind the whole day, tried to keep the sinking feeling from your stomach.
Dean holds the weight in his eyes, though, as they peer at you.
“No, you were right before. I should have stayed,” you say. “Hell, I should’ve been there to talk you out of it in the first place.”
“Hey, everything that went down with Kevin – that’s on me,” he insists.
“I’m not saying it’s not,” you sigh. “I’m saying he was our responsibility. We let him down.”
Though you don’t seem to have convinced him, he doesn’t argue.
You should tell him now, you think. If you were honest with yourself, of both the boys, you feel the most nervous about telling Dean you’ve taken up witchcraft. Telling him here, with no one around to witness the explosion, seems like the way to go.
You swallow against your dry throat, your mouth filling with cotton, and you can barely hear your own voice. “Dean, I need to tell you–”
“I don’t care how clean it looks. Something fishy’s going on,” he says.
You snap your head in his direction, sure you must have accidentally let it slip without meaning to. “What?”
“Garth’s pack of do-gooder werewolves back there,” he comments.
“Oh,” you sigh.
Despite your efforts to convince him not all monsters are bad, he still suspects them. But now, you realize, you were so preoccupied that you didn’t notice the bad feeling you got about the place.
“Yeah, you’re right,” you mumble. “Maybe we should check it out.”
The next morning leaves four werewolves dead. Dean was right, but he says nothing on the drive back to Bess’s family’s house.
Only she, Garth, and Reverend Jim remain.
“I’m sorry this happened,” you tell her. “How’s your dad holding up?”
She glances over to where her father sits at the dining table, staring at the air in front of him.
“He’s in shock. We all are,” she says.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“You’ve done more than enough,” she answers. “You all have. We never would have known about my mother’s… stepmother’s plan until it was too late.”
You nod. “Are you going to be all right?”
“I have Garth,” she says. “And I have my faith. I can’t ask for more than that.”
You smile at the thought of this family, clawed and sharp-toothed as it may be. It gives you hope.
As you walk toward the front door, Garth releases Dean from a hug, and Dean follows Sam outside.
“Well –” you clap Garth on the shoulder – “take care of yourself.”
“You, too, (Y/N),” he says, then lowers his voice. “For what it’s worth, I think you make a good witch.”
You shift your weight from one foot to another with a sigh. You’d held onto the irrational hope no one noticed you flinging Joy halfway across the barn with a few words of Latin last night, giving Dean enough time to shoot her.
“Hey, I'm not here to judge,” he says. “You caught me off guard is all.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that,” you mumble, rubbing the back of your neck.
“No worries so long as you, you know, be good.” He doesn't give you time to respond before pulling you in for a hug.
“You, too,” you chuckle. “If you need anything… you know the drill.”
You meet the boys in the motel parking lot, where they stand across the Impala from each other, Sam half-turned to Dean, half-turned to his blue Dodge Dart.
“…I’m saying, if you want to work, let’s work,” he tells Dean as you climb out of your car. “If you want to be brothers… well, those are my terms.”
Dean studies him, checking for any hint of a waver in his hard stare, but Sam’s gaze remains steady. Dean nods.
They turn to you as you approach.
“So, the boys are back in town?” you comment.
“Kind of,” Dean shrugs.
“Right,” you say. “Well, we have to talk.”
Sam takes a step closer, gesturing to Dean, then to himself. “Look, I know you hate this, but it’s better this way.”
“Believe me, if there’s anyone who wants to see you two back in the groove, it’s me,” you say. “But I think taking a breather might be best for everybody. So, if you don’t mind?”
They nod for you to continue.
You train your eyes on the pavement, your hands shaking. You can hear your heart thudding in your ears, even over the breeze, and you know it shakes your voice as you recite the speech you’ve been rehearsing.
“These last couple months, I’ve been staying with a hunter friend of mine–” you clear your dry throat– “who’s also a natural witch.”
You raise your eyes to Sam’s widened ones. He seems to understand what you mean, but you can’t read his expression.
“And I’ve been studying under her,” you continue. “She uses magic to hunt witches, and so do her kids. It’s completely kosher.”
You glance across at Dean, who creases his brows. “You know who else thought everything was kosher?” he says. “Garth. And look how that turned out.”
“You mean how he’s dealing with turning into something we hunt? How he’s not hurting anyone, and how he’s found love and a family?”
“He found a cult,” Sam says. “A cult that wanted to start an apocalypse and take over the world, right under his nose, and he had no idea.”
His remark catches you off guard. Of them both, you thought Sam would, if not support you, understand why you went down this path.
Dean narrows his questioning eyes at his brother, taken aback as you are, before turning back to you. “(Y/N), we just want you to be careful.”
Sam scoffs and shakes his head, ignoring the puzzled glance his brother shoots him.
“Look, I don’t know why, but it feels right,” you admit. “It feels like I’m helping people. Like maybe whatever’s in me doesn’t have to be this awful thing.”
Dean crosses his arms over his chest. You know every instinct he has splits between defending his family and sending a bullet through your brain. To your surprising relief, his fingers don’t even twitch toward his gun.
Sam still won’t meet your eyes.
“If you want me out of your hair, I’m gone,” you say. “But I would never risk putting you two in that kind of danger, and I think you know that.”
Dean’s face softens, and even through the hardened gaze, you think you glimpse contemplation in Sam’s eyes.
You use them both to go on. “So, I’m asking you. Give me a chance?”
Fair warning: chapters may be published a bit more sporadically from now on. Sorry.
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The Last Goodbye
My part of a trade with polvo at Toyhouse, featuring his OCs, Abel and Cecil.
The hospital room is quiet with very few sounds coming from within. The walls are white, and the general air feels clean in all sense of the word, but with it, there comes a sense of dread and anxiety. The moon shines brightly high above the sky, covered by the thin curtain in the room.
Abel sits up in bed and hunched over. He's in pain. He's in an unbearable amount of pain. It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts— He wants to die. He can't help it if he thinks such thoughts. Death, as easy of a solution as it might sound, is also a better option than having to bear through this pain. The idea of no longer having to live through this suffering is enticing. Death invites him to take its hand and free him from this world and its hardships that had befallen him.
It's tempting, but Abel hesitates. ...Why? Why did Cecil's face flash in his mind at that moment when he was just about to consider on giving everything up? His resolve wavers, and tears of guilt prick at his eyes. He doesn't want to leave Cecil. Cecil has been with him through so much, it would be unfair if he were to leave him alone. So he promises and vows to himself to fight through the pain for yet another long and lonely night.
Morning has come once more with the sun rising up in the sky as cruelly as always. Cecil's footsteps sound through the busy halls, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only—providing Abel company and trying to spend as much time with him as possible.
It's the early morning, but the hospital is already bustling with busy staff members and restless patients alike. Cecil has been arriving at the hospital for as early as when visiting hours start. He wants to stay for as long as he's allowed.
He quietly opens the door to Abel's room and peeks inside, finding the young man to still be lying in bed and fast asleep. Cecil finds himself breathing out a small sigh. It's heavy and full of fatigue, but at the same time, there's a sense of relief behind it. After all, Abel is still here. He may be asleep, but he's still here.
Cecil walks up to Abel's bedside and pulls up a nearby chair. He sits there, not saying anything at first. Instead, he takes a moment to simply stare at Cecil. He looks pale, and his eyes appear sunken in. It looks like his condition is getting worse, but Cecil tries not to think about it. He tries not think about how painful it must be for Abel. He tries not to think about how much closer he is to death.
He shakes his head to keep those depressing thoughts at bay. Slowly, he opens his mouth. Even though Abel is unconscious and unable to hear him, Cecil starts to talking to him as if it were like all those previous conversations they used to have. He talks about anything and everything that comes to mind like how his days have been, the things he's seen, the people he's interacted with... It doesn't matter what it is. He just wants to keep the heavy and tense silence at bay.
It's a bit ironic, he supposes. He's used to these one-sided conversations like these with Abel. He's used to his voice being the only one he can hear when talking to him, but back in those days, Abel was still able to listen to him and react to him. He would smile or laugh or cry or pout... He would make all sorts of expressions and reactions to the things that Cecil said. But that isn't possible anymore. Nowadays, Abel spends most of his days fast asleep, so it's... lonelier than usual.
Cecil is starting to run out of things to say, and although it wasn't his intention, his thoughts end up heading straight towards the start of all of this. He closes his eyes, thinking back to the first feather that fell from Abel's wings. That first feather.There were so many feelings that came along with it, even though it was such a simple thing. Even though it was something so simple, the meaning behind it meant... everything.
Cecil can still remember how he broke down that day. His cries back then were made up of pure agony and despair. It must have been pitiful from an outsider's perspective. Even though he wasn't the one that was dying, he ended up crying the most. He remembers how he cried by Abel's side, sticking close to him while wondering and lamenting on why somebody so kind and sweet would have to go through all of this pain and suffering.
Cecil's breathing starts to become heavier as he tries to keep his emotions in check. He can't break down here. Not by Abel's bedside. He wipes at his tears with the back of his hand, taking in a shaky breath as he hears Abel begin to stir.
Abel's eyes slowly flutter open, but his eyelids feel heavy, and it's a bit of a struggle. Cecil quickly wipes away the remaining stray and stubborn tears, trying to calm down and recollect himself. He knows full well that their time together is limited. And it's because of that fact that he wants to spend their remaining time by making happy memories together rather than wallowing in pity. When... When he sends Abel off, he doesn't want to send him off with depressing memories or thoughts or anything like that. He wants to send him off with a smile and joyful memories they can look back on with fondness.
The two of them spend some time together, and this time, Cecil talks to him just like old days. Abel appears weak, so his reactions to Cecil's words are rather subdued, but it's enough. ...Or so Cecil thinks. he's trying his best, but he can't do it. It's too painful.
His eyes grow glossy and wet, and before he knows it, he's crying once more. He attempts to compose himself for both of their sakes, but it's too much. It's too much for his heart to handle and bear. As Abel watches him cry, his shoulders trembling with his sobs, it in turn makes Abel cry as well.
He doesn't like it.
He doesn't like seeing Cecil all sad like this. It's his fault, he thinks idly to himself. If it weren't for him and his condition, then Cecil wouldn't be crying like this. He silently curses his fate in the back of his mind, tears flowing down his cheeks as well. Even though they wanted to make happy memories together, the two of them spend a good portion of their time crying and trying to console one another, and in a way, themselves as well.
After crying their heart out, a wave of fatigue washes over Abel once again, and he falls back into a deep slumber. Cecil decides to stay as he always does, wanting to remain by his side for as long as he can, even if it's just another second. Eventually, the end of visiting hours arrive, and Cecil finally gets up from his seat and leaves. He spares a quick glance behind to stare at Abel. Just like always, one thought crosses his mind:
I hope this isn't the last time Cecil falls asleep.  
The next morning, Cecil returns and comes back. The hospital staff have grown used to seeing his face by now, greeting him a good morning with a bright smile on their face, but he can still see the underlying pity behind their eyes. He chooses to ignore it for now. It doesn't matter to him anyways. All that matters is Abel and his comfort.
He does the same thing as he's always done before. It's become a standard routine by now for him to pull up a chair and sit beside Abel's bed. He talks about the things that happened that morning since he's pretty much said everything he had to say in his previous visit. He talks about the things he saw along the way and whatever else can come to mind.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" He exclaims rather suddenly. He takes out a small book from his bag and offers a weak smile. "I brought a book with me," he says. "I think you might like it."
Cecil pauses as though waiting for Abel to respond, but of course, he doesn't. His smile, already weak and small, falters for a brief moment. With shaky hands, he opens up the book and begins to read. It's fine if Abel is still sleeping. Reading helps keep Cecil distracted.
Cecil is through the first portion of the book when Abel wakes up. Cecil's eyes light up, and the two engage in some small talk. He points towards the book in his hand.
"Hey, since you're awake now, do you want me to start reading this again from the beginning?" He asks. "I already started reading it while you were asleep, so it might feel weird if I just continue from where I left off..."
Abel thinks about it for a moment before shaking his head. Cecil gives a faint shrug of his shoulders but decides to respect Abel's wish. He opens the book up once more and continues from the last page he read prior to Abel waking up. As he's reading, Abel ends up falling back to sleep. He wasn't even awake for that long...
Cecil shakes his head. He decides to put the book away for now. He promises to both himself and to Abel that he'll finish reading the book the next time he's awake. He looks upon Abel's slumbering face and reaches a hand out to stroke his cheek. He talks to him, letting out everything that's been in his heart.
He confesses how much pain and suffering he's been in ever since Abel was admitted into the hospital. He talks about how people have started worrying for him and his well-being since he puts so much of his thoughts and focus on Abel. He reminisces all the fun times they've had together, admitting his desire to live through them once more and make even more happy memories.
Even though Abel is fast asleep, it doesn't really feel that way for him. He's still vaguely able to sense Cecil's presence and warmth, comforting and bittersweet as it is. It's a nice feeling, he supposes, amidst the pain he has to go through. Even if he isn't conscious, he can still vaguely hear Cecil's voice as he talks with him like old times, but he finds the voice starting to grow more distant and faint.
It's a terrifying but also freeing sensation. It feels as though Abel is falling deeper and deeper into darkness, and although it fills him with a sense of dread and anxiety, Cecil's voice and warmth helps guide him through it. All of the love and warmth Cecil feels for him... He carries it with him as he sinks deeper and deeper into nothingness.
The days continue to pass on by, and Abel is no longer able to wake up. He's still alive—the doctors have said so—but he isn't waking. Nevertheless, Cecil continues to visit, not breaking out of his routine. It's become a daily part of his life now. The book that he was reading to Abel is still on hold, he realizes. He can't bring himself to open it up again unless Abel wakes up. He did promise, after all.
Days and nights pass, the lonely days continuing forever onwards until one day... finally... Cecil is met with the news of Abel's passing.
His blood runs cold, and his heart rings in his ears. He barely registers the hospital staff's words, and he feels lightheaded and dizzy. The world around him seems to fade, and it feels as though somebody is squeezing at his heart and throat both, rendering him unable to breathe or even stay up on his feet.
Gone, he realizes.
That book which was looking forward to reading with the loveliest person he's ever met in his life...
That book which he was curious to know the ending for...
Now, he will never know how it ends.
Because Abel is gone. And nothing else matters.
It's all over.
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yekoz · 6 years
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Statement of a Dead man
See on Scoop.it - UgandaNuz
By Seruga Titus
The Author of this statement was recently Kidnapped and Killed By Rwandan DMI in Uganda, he happens to be one of the witnesses in the Nixon case.
He made this revealing statement awhile back during my investigations into the kidnap of General Kagame’s former Bodyguard and other Rwandese Refugees. He asked me to share this Testimony to the public if he is ever kidnapped or Killed. I can now confirm that he was killed recently.
Herein attached is a statement of Emma Mulindwa.
On 25th October 2013, I received a movement order from Bombo indicating that I had been transferred to Masaka. On my way, I met a one Karemera Jackson looking for a taxi to Mutukula. I had met him before at KIU during the Inter University games. We chatted a bit and decided to share a ride in my car. He contributed UGX 200,000 in fuel. He requested that we pick up his brother at Sky Hotel. I drove there with him, we picked up his brother who was not known to me and we set off.
When we were about 200 metres from Kamengo Police Post, a police patrol car stopped us. The police officers asked us for identification and I provided them with my driving permit. The other occupants of the car provided them with their asylum seeker papers which they had been issued as temporary ID for them as refugees.
The police officers requested us to get out. They searched the car and found a small bag containing 2 trousers, 1 t-shirt and a Bible. They asked us to get out and sit on the roadside. One of them called someone to say that he had caught 2 Rwandans: Lt. Mutabaazi Joel and Karemera Jackson.
As we waited, Lt. Mutabaazi begged the officers not to hand him over to the Rwandans, saying that he was afraid of his life. All the police officers ignored him. An hour later, another small police car came with one passenger dressed in plain clothing arrived. The person handcuffed the 3 of us to each other. He also made a call to say he had got 2 Rwandese and Ugandan driver. After a while, a white Ipsum car with 6 occupants also arrived at the scene. One of the occupants used a torch to see them and identify them. They took all of us, still handcuffed together, to the Ipsum and showed us a lot of guns and military fatigues. They then asked where we had been taking them. Because of the scuffle, the officers at the nearby police post took interest, but did nothing because the officers who had us in their custody were senior in rank. Among them was the OC CID of Kamengo.
After they had shown us the things in the back of the Ipsum, the occupants of the car got back in and also pushed us back in. One of the occupants of the Ipsum who sat at the front opened the glove compartment and gave the officer who had come in a lone vehicle a pouch full of money that was in dollars. He instructed him to share the money with his soldiers.
He then asked him what kind of identification I had apart from my driving permit. When the officer admitted that he had not checked me, they took me out of the car and checked me. When they found my movement order and UPDF ID, one of them slapped me across the face and asked if I worked for CMI. I denied being in CMI. The officer who had come in a small car started taking pictures of my vehicle. He then handed me over to the OC/CID Kamengo and gave him a business card for future calls. The Ipsum drove off while I was taken to the nearby Kamengo Police station
When we got to the police station, the OC CID gave all the occupants of the police cells at the time police bond so that I could be held alone. I spent the night in the cells. In the morning, he called me into his office and asked me why I was driving a stolen car. I explained that I had bought it at the car bond and it was brand new. When he asked where I got the money, I explained that my sister who lives in Sweden had sent me the money and I even had the bank statements to prove this. In my presence, the OC CID then checked the card the officer in a lone car had given him the previous night. He exclaimed out loud: “Oh! Aguma Joel is now a Commissioner!” This is how I discovered the officer’s name.
After answering questions, the OC CID put me back in the cell. At about 4:00 pm, the Ipsum that had been at the scene the previous night returned, with the two gentlemen I had been with gone. The OC released me from the cell and handed me over to the occupants of the Ipsum. They handcuffed me, covered my head with a cloth, and put me in the Ipsum. They then drove in a direction I believed to be towards Kampala. Immediately the car started moving, they started piercing me with objects I could not understand. They also burnt me, and I believe they used a cigarette to do this because I could feel a burning sensation but the fire would take long to go out. They kept asking me if I knew the two gentlemen I had been moving with the previous evening when they found us. I insisted that I had not known them, but the piercing, beating, and burning continued.
When we got to Kampala, they took me to the CID headquarters. I heard one of them talking to a person I believed to be a Rwandan official, explaining that if I had known something, I would have spoken as they had done all they could. They then drove me to various police stations, looking for a place to leave me. They took me to Central police station on Buganda Road, Wandegeya Police station, Jinja Road, Kira Road, and finally Kira Division police stations. One of them, whose name I later came to learn was Magada, would accompany me to the receiving desk to ask for me to be held for vehicle theft. He himself is a police officer in Uganda. He is among the policemen who were arrested recently. At the receiving desk, the officers would refuse to receive me because I was in bad shape and they wanted me to get some first aid. The people I was wit refused to give me any sort of treatment for the wounds they had inflicted. This is why we went to many police stations that night. Eventually, one of them called the IGP, who told them to take me to Kira Division
While we were in the car, I heard someone say “Renee, you have to stay here. Us we are lucky. We are headed home.”
I was held alone in the cell and for the first few days, they would spray teargas in the cell to check if I was alive. I requested to be arraigned before court on multiple occasions but nobody listened. I asked the DPC to give me permission to report to UPDF, but he refused. I even lied that I was required to sign a slip to get a salary but the DPC did not give me permission to let my employer know whwre I was.
About two weeks later, people I believe to be Rwandese officials came to pick me up in the middle of the night but the police officers on duty were unaware of the arrangement their bosses had and refused to let them in.
I was in the police cells for 3 months. Once, the lady who would bring food to the police station told me that some people had asked her to poison me. I continued to live in fear, having a few snacks from money that other detainees would share with me. One day, a certain gentleman who had been arrested for drunk driving was thrown into my cell. We got talking and I found out that he lived in Bweyogerere. I immediately asked him about Capt. Mushabe, who was living in Bweyogerere at the time and was my friend and colleague. The gentleman accepted to take to the Captain a message I wrote “Inform kandiho Abel and UPDF authorities that I was kidnapped.”
When Capt. Mushabe received my message, he immediately came to visit. He started bringing me food because I was really badly off. He informed my family and started bringing me food. With his help, my family got a lawyer called Ladislaus Rwakafuuzi to file a habeas corpus application for my release. When the police found out about this, I was driven to SIU Kireka. Detective Wacha, who was the liaison with CMI interrogated me and I told him my ordeal. He then took me to CMI and officials there interrogated me again. They then returned me to Kira Police station, and later back to CMI. I was now being held at CMI, but getting treated well. While I was there, a member of the Rwandan special forces named Kagabo Nathan came disguised as a cellmate to kill me. However, we became friends and he told me about the ploy and even showed me the poison he was supposed to use. He also told me about the different assassinations he had carried out.
When Kagabo did not kill me, they decided to try to get me to “escape” from the hospital where I had been admitted to get more treatment. I refused to leave because I knew they would shoot me and lie that I had tried to escape. The doctors also agreed with me because I had confided in them about my fears.
I was finally released on 14th February 2014. The UPDF also returned my car to me. Kagabo Nathan also got out of the cell and found a place to hide with my help. A few days, I asked about him just to see the response and they lied that he had been deported.
I still do not feel safe. People I believe to be members of the Rwandan Special forces opened up a shop near my home in Kasubi. The shop is always empty but remains open. An unmarked car with ordinary plates UAY 308 F has been following me around. My investigations revealed that the car is used for police investigations and is attached to a phone number 0713 044 555.
Even in Kireka where my wife and child stay, they have seen some strange people around the home. I want justice for the way I was mistreated, but I am also worried that my life is in danger.
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Retribution (Working Title)
  “I told you a thousand times already – the more you try to kill me, the more dangerous I get.” Efavirenz sighed as three bullets broke through his skull. His body made a loud thud as he fell on his back.
  After what seemed to be the longest minute of their lives, three Peacekeeping agents rushed in to where the young man laid. Efavirenz “the Ruthless” remained motionless as blood gurgled out of the gunshot wounds.
  “The fucker’s head’s still intact,” exclaimed one of the soldiers. “Got any theories for this, Tom?”
  “I won’t have any if you keep blocking my bodycam,” replied Tom via the intercom. “Sheesh, why’s there so much blood –“
  “Bodycam, you say?” the limp body asked. Startled, the soldiers jumped back, but were held down by what appeared to be hands rising from the red puddle and bracing their ankles. “I’ve heard about some of the newfangled things this century has devised. Make sure you get this, Tom, is it? Maybe your sacrifice will convince whomever sent you to leave me in peace.”
  The hands gripping the boots of the agents slowly descended into the crimson slick, to the captives’ horror as well as those watching them via their live webcams. A few eyewitnesses have told stories of people being pulled under pools of blood, their mangled corpses unearthed beneath the ground. The soldiers screamed in pain as they tried in vain to pull themselves away from what appeared will be their red, watery death.
  “’As the land cried in horror touching the blood of Abel,’” began Efavirenz, “’thus shall you howl to the heavens when his blood taints yours.’”
  Amidst all the wailing, a voice crackled through small speakers on Tom’s fatigues: “Efavirenz! Stop this madness immediately! What do hope to gain by killing our men?”
  “Oh dear,” sighed Efavirenz, “I’ve said it a thousand times already. Look, I’m so tired of people not listening to me, so here is what I’ll do. I may just let one, two, or all of your pawns go, depending on how well you answer my question.”
  “Which is?”
  “What have you learned so far about me? What have I revealed and explained so far to those who’ve seen and heard me?”
  “But everything we heard so far is preposter-“
  “Are you sure those are the words you want to be saying right now? Choose your words wisely, and better speak up – your boys are only going to get louder over time.”
   “ARGH!” yelled Tom, “I can feel it in my veins! Vaughn – get your plasma sabre and cut us loose NOW! Vaughn? Vaughn, can you hear me? VAUGHN!”
  “Your comrade passed out from the pain,” sighed Efavirenz, “but he is still alive. Barely.” Efavirenz approached the limp man’s sinking body, apparently looking for something. “There you are,” said Efavirenz as he stared at the camera. “Believe it or not, I can now see you as you can see me. Let’s just say that you’re not the only ones with fancy eyes. Now that I have your attention, I must tell you that my blood has seeped through their skin and is now slowly creeping up their blood vessels. Some say it feels like they are burning without flame. Now, whether or not any of you survive is up to you.”
  “All right, Efavirenz, we’ll talk – just spare them! From what we’ve been told, decades-long wars abruptly end whenever you walk across battlefields. You’ve been known to bury combatants and non-combatants alike across radii ranging from a block to a mile. According to eyewitnesses, you’ve told them that you don’t control your powers, and that it is triggered by the actualization of ‘killing intent.’ If someone tries to kill another in your presence, that person is swallowed up by the ground, regardless of whether or not his intended victim died. However, if you yourself gets hit by lethal force, be it from a bullet or a missile explosion, the one who pulled the trigger dies, even if you were only hit accidentally.”
  “Makes you feel stupid now, sending these boys to kill me.”
  “You are a TERRORIST who’s killed thousands of people!” shouted another voice. “You and your guerilla bandits are a scourge that has to be wiped off the face of this planet! My city of Serulea is one massive graveyard because of you!”
   “Because of ME? Guerilla bandits? What nonsense are you spouting? I was sealed and sleeping peacefully in your catacombs for centuries. I wasn’t the one who dropped an explosive cannonball on my head. As I have explained to countless others, my power casts its curse in proportion to how deadly the force I experience is, and my curse can be just as indiscriminate. Why does this seem to surprise you – am I not in your history epics anymore?”
  “Pardon my colleague,” said the first voice, “but it seems that I answered your question well enough. Now, can you let go of our soldiers? Those soldiers had no knowledge of who you are or what fate would befall them once they tried.”
  “But, good sir, it appears that you did.”
  “We are men of science who attributed those fantastical stories to the delirium of war. Based on the intelligence we had that we did not deem absurd, we surmised that you are a terrorist who led a cell that grotesquely buries people as a form of retribution. For this reason, our generals decided to take you out in the name of national security. Never would we imagine that the truth would be so much stranger than fiction! Seeing what we are seeing now, it appears that our best course of action is to rescind the warrants for your death and encourage every other government to do the same.”
  “So much killing. It’s a good thing Lamuvidine didn’t come out – otherwise she would be melting the frozen continents and drown the lot of you, just like in Noah’s time.”
  “Lamu…vidine?”
  “Lamuvidine the Pristine – don’t tell me you’ve lost all of your oral history. If you think that I’m terrible for your kind, wait until you see the cataclysm she brings. First, you’ll lose your coastal towns to the rising sea. Soon, even the highest mountain will be covered in water. Come to think of it, I have heard this thing… global warming, was it? I don’t know much about that, but it sure sounds like you’ve already woken up my eldest sister. Anyway, forgive me, I can talk a lot. If any of you have a sword that’s fresh from a bonfire, I can cut your soldiers legs below the knee and cauterize the wound. Otherwise, my blood will just pull their blood into the pool. If that happens, then there is nothing more I can do. They’ll be doomed.”
   “One of them has a plasma sabre. Lieutenant Tom, point to Vaughn – it’s the oval tube attached to the wrist clasp on his right arm”
  Tom gingerly pointed his forehead to Vaughn’s direction. He didn’t want to loosen his grip on his calf out of fear that the loss of pressure would make Efavirenz’s blood gush up to his thigh.
  “I got the oval tube,” said Efavirenz. “Then what?”
  “Point the tapered end away from you, then do a slashing motion, just like how you would flick blood off a sword.”
  “I see. It’s been millennia since I last held a sword, but…” Efavirenz swung the rod, and out came a short, fiery blade that looked and sounded like an emergency flare. “Incredible – now, to see how this cuts. Vaughn, is it? I’ll tell you to say goodbye to your foot, but you’re knocked out, which, come to think of it, is all for the best. Three, two, one…”
  Efavirenz slashed Vaughn just beneath his left knee, then pushed him away from the blood puddle. The cut was clean; and the stump sizzled and smelled like sirloin being grilled. Efavirenz then approached another soldier who had two feet gripped by blood hands. He too was standing unconscious and barely breathing. In two quick motions, Efavirenz slashed his legs and pushed him aside.
  Efavirenz then tilted his head to look at Tom. “Oh my, you’re still conscious? In any case, since you can hear me, I’ll need you to let go of your leg – unless you want to lose your hands, too.”
  “I… can’t,” Tom replied, “I’ve kept the blood down–“
  “Well, if you’re fine living without hands, it’s your choice. Three, two, one…”
  Out of sheer instinct, Tom released his grip as part of a dodging maneuver ingrained in him through years of training. He felt foreign blood surge up his thigh before Efavirenz cut his right leg just below the knee. Tom fell back, writhing in agony as his blood vessels visibly squirmed beneath his skin.
  “Oh dear,” Efavirenz sighed.
  “Efavirenz,” the speaker crackled, “what’s happening to Lieutenant Tom?”
  “Oh – can you see him? He has some of my blood trapped in his body. He will most likely die, though even if he were to survive, he will wish for death because of the pain he will suffer every second of his life.”
  “This is madness – can’t you stop this?”
  “The curse I carry acts on its own accord – and if you’re asking me to end his suffering by killing him, I can’t do that. My curse kills by redirecting the karma of murderous intent unto others, but I myself have no desire to kill. However, there is one way to ease his suffering.”
  “Whatever it is, please do it! Despite his flaws, the lieutenant does not deserve such a cruel punishment!”
  Efavirenz waved the sabre, shutting it off using sheer intuition. “Let it be known that Efavirenz the Ruthless can also render clemency. To release you from my blood curse, I claim your blood and body as my own. By the power vested in me by your superiors, I claim your earthly form and dub thee Tanofivyr the Merciful! As my sister Lamuvidine bequeathed her power upon me, I now impart power upon you. You shall share with me both my undying fate and my deathly curse. You yourself can never kill, yet you will watch our curse bury the maleficent! Rise, Tanofivyr! If you wish for freedom from the command to kill, kiss the tears of mercy off my cheek and follow me to the ends of this Earth!”
  As Efavirenz continued his incantation, Tom felt the pain subside, allowing him to hear the former more clearly. As he listened, he felt as though invisible hands were propping him up towards Efavirenz. As he drew closer, he saw tears flowing from Efavirenz’s eyes. He heard the words ‘tears of mercy,’ but Tom did not see Efavirenz’s eyes as merciful. They were lonely. This was the man he was ordered to kill by people who treated him like a dispensable pawn. As he was fighting for his life against Efavirenz’s blood hands, he never felt malice from Efavirenz himself. Instead, he felt that Efavirenz was faintly sorry for him – that he was tired of seeing a gnarled form of justice play out in front of his eyes over and over. Now, those eyes are crying. Tom felt the entirety of his aggression dissipate. It was his turn to feel sorry for Efavirenz.
  “Tanofivyr – you shouldn’t be hurting by now. Therefore, you can and must choose out of your own free will, without the fear of a painful death. You can let my curse take you to restful sleep now, or you can take my tears and pledge subservience to the commands of Mercy. Know that the first choice makes you wish for more life, while the other may make you wish for death, but neither wish can ever be granted–“
  Tom interrupted Efavirenz by kissing him on the cheek and tasting salty tears on his lips. He has never kissed another man that way before, much less swallow another man’s tears. As a soldier, he has faced many life-or-death situations before, but he never felt more afraid of death than when he was pulling his leg from the blood hands. However, as his lips glided over Efavirenz’s face, there was no trace of fear in him.   The pain on his stump was gone. Efavirenz let go of him and backed away; and Tom expected to fall on his face from the lack of support. He did fall forward, but to his surprise, something stopped his fall. His right foot grew back and felt the grass beneath it. Tom looked up and saw Efavirenz stare at him as if innumerable thoughts are running through his head. But his mind was clear. Without shifting his gaze, he dropped down to one knee.
  “Lieutenant Thomas Corpus of the Fifth Peacekeeping Battalion is dead – I am Tanofivyr the Merciful, vassal of Efavirenz!”
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