malusspiritus

Clueless.

malusspiritus:

Wow, he sure did ask a lot of questions. “How about we change the subject?” Meg said with a smile, thinking she’d knock him out if he kept on talking. “You’re getting worked up over questions that hardly matter.” There, that would have to do. Surely he’d change the subject or maybe even ask her to leave. 

"I don’t live around here no, have to look for a hotel later. Maybe they have cheap food or at least some good British stuff. Job sure keeps me busy, that’s why I thought it was time for a little holiday. So far, so good." she gave him a small wink. 

Questions that hardly matter? Victor blinked and gave her a confused and surprised look. How could she say that after her words had challenged a lot of christian believes and the foundation of it? Dying Angels and Demons. Oblivion. Lucifer creating Demons like God created angels. This was highly fascinating and he didn’t want to stop talking about it really. But he did understand that she wanted to and he closed his mouth to shut himself up, looking quite regretful doing so however. “I guess. It’s all just so very fascinating. I apologize.” He hated doing that. Hated to feel like he had to be sorry for liking something and being passionate about it. But there was no sens in upsetting his guest either since it had been his invitation that had brought her here. 

"Oh? So where are you from?" He sounds rather surprised to hear that she’s new to town. He didn’t see any luggage on her and why was she walking around the park instead of finding a place to stay? That is rather strange and mysterious. Was she running from something? But then she mentions holidays and he realizes he’s letting his mind wander to crazy places again. "I see. When did you arrive? And I know of a bed and breakfast place nearby. Hardly a three star hotel but it is clean, cheap and you get a real British breakfast every day. You should also visit the museums. We have a few and they are rather fascinating."

plantagenetic

The Baths of Caracalla

Elaborate public baths constructed by the Emperor Caracalla around 216 CE, were a center of Roman social life and one of the great engineering triumphs of the 3rd Century. Sprawling over some 33 acres on Rome’s outskirts, the baths were a vast complex of business and entertainment establishments. At the center of everything were the baths themselves - a “frigidarium” (cold bath), several “tepidaria” (warm baths) and a “calidarium” (steam bath); most bathers passed through them in that order. Aqueducts fed thousands of gallons of mountain water into the system. Water for the tepidaria and calidarium  was heated by the wood-burning furnaces connected to a network of steam pipes beneath the floors.  The baths would remain in use until the 6th century when Goths destroyed aqueducts that supplied the baths with water. 

malusspiritus

Clueless.

malusspiritus:

"All things die, right?" she said simply. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to tell him that demons were capable of dying…he might find out how and she really didn’t need that on her ass. "It’s..complicated, let’s just say that." she gave him a short smile, clearly done with the subject. 

She took another sip of her tea and then a bite of her waffle. “Well, you’re better than me. That’s not saying much though. I usually always have take-out, never really cook.” she shrugged. 

"Wait, wait. I don’t think you understand the gravity of your statement. If all things die then..what about God? I mean….he did die in Jesus Christ but…he can’t actually die like a human dies. I mean..I.. You..you know what I mean, right? If God were to die then wouldn’t everything end?" Victor felt their conversation was slipping from a historical and religious to a philosophical one and he wasn’t sure if he liked that path. He was not good with philosophical matters, preferred facts even though religion did fascinate him. Mostly from -once again- historical standpoint. And here he was with a woman he had just met and hour ago who was just telling him that Angels and Demons could die and that there was a place worse than Hell. 

"So you live around here? Take away sounds pretty boring and costly. I know a few places that offer cheap but home cooked meals. I mean…British food. Meat pies. And sandwiches. And hearty soups." He still wondered what she was working as. Had he asked before? He couldn’t quite remember. "Your job keeps you very busy?"

malusspiritus

Clueless.

malusspiritus:

"A lot of people think that about Purgatory." she said, not digging deeper into that place. "Oblivion ..yeah, the name speaks for itself. That’s where, well, I think so at least, angels and demons go when they die. They cease to exist, turning into nothingness." she said with some kind of longing in her voice. 

"Just..part of my beliefs I guess. I have done some studying though, University of Life and all that crap." she gave him another soft smile, hoping it would calm down his apparent nerves. "Well, you cook better than me, Vic."  

"Granted it were pretty tasty minty dog pooped shaped cookies…" Victor laughed a bit, feeling more and more relaxed, his nervousness turning into keen interest instead as he listened to her explanations. Even though she claimed she had learned this by studying life, simple as that, he felt there had to be more than that because it really sounded, from the way she spoke, as if she had been there, seen these places, or at least some of them, had met those angels and demons. The monsters and beasts. That was as eerie as it was fascinating. 

"Angels and demons die? Wait I thought they were immortal beings just like God itself. I mean…I read about the Seraphs and Cherubim standing around his throne, singing God’s praises eternally. How can they die if they’re not born like a…a human?" Something seemed off about her statement but the compliment derailed his thoughts temporarily. "Ah, thank you. I mean I wouldn’t call this cooking. I am usually a quick meal person. Just some veggies and rice tossed into a pan, spices, done. I do enjoy sweets though. All kinds of sweets. Not a healthy eating habit but…."

malusspiritus

Clueless.

malusspiritus:

"Oh, right." Meg smiled softly. "I believe some of you will be saved, but the exact number hardly matters. I really doubt the all mighty God only wants to save 144.000 of his precious creation." she had meant to say it lightly, but she said it with a sneer, almost blowing her own cover — again. "To be honest, I’m not really sure where I’m going. It’s all speculations, right?" she raised an eyebrow, testing him. Even if she did come out as demon to him…well, he’d hardly know how to hurt her. "To clarify it all…some will go to Heaven, some will go to Hell, some will go to Purgatory and some will go to what I call Oblivion. Easypeasy beliefs." she gave him a wink before taking one of the waffles he offered.

She took a bite of it and it did taste very good. “You’re quite the cook, Vic.” 

"Well..yes… 144.000 seems a bit low considering we have several billion people on this planet… I..I take it is just a figurative number. Or a holy one like the one, three, seven and twelve." Victor’s smile was still nervous but he tried to calm down again, calling himself silly for even having had these thoughts that his visitor could be anything but a regular person. Who liked to tease him obviously but that was okay. "And I always though Purgatory was some sort of pre-hell? Like…a place where you’d be cleansed and then could go to Heaven after all?" He had to admit that he didn’t know as much about Christianity as he knew about the old long lost cultures and their religious believes. "And what is oblivion? Is it like…ceasing to exist? Some sort of Abyss where you..disappear in forever?" He wondered why she knew all about this. Were these her own beliefs or… "So..you’re studying religion or something? Or is this just part of your beliefs? I*m sorry that I have to ask but you sound so…knowledgeable. As if you had actually seen all these places. …I’m silly, right?"

At her compliment for his waffle his smile grew again and he shrugged his shoulders lightly. “Thank you but…I’m not. I mean..I can do simple dishes. Complicated food just ends up burned to a crisp or not tasting right. I tried to bake macarons once and they ended up looking like little lumps of mint green dog poop…”

malusspiritus

Clueless.

malusspiritus:

She wanted to correct him so badly, to tell him that not all demons were fallen angels, that some had been created by Lucifer personally. But she was supposed to act human and she had already told too much. He was asking too many questions now and she would love to scare the hell out of him. 

Meg decided to keep her mouth shut as she studied Victor’s face, his reactions — everything. He seemed so curious about it all, like he had a thirst for knowledge 24/7. 

She was slightly insulted when he said that Hell was for beasts and monsters when there clearly was a difference between demons and wendigos. Those flesh-eating weirdos might be strong, but not nearly as strong or powerful as her. It was time to play a little with Victor too, so she looked at him curiously. “One of..whom, exactly?” she frowned. 

"I..well…" Victor started, staring at the waffle in his hand. He could just stuff it into his mouth and escape answering right away but that would be even ruder, "when you said that none of us will be saved..did you mean that all humans are beasts and monsters or did you just refer to yourself because of something you’ve done in the past that would condemn you? I mean.." He gave a nervous sounding laugh, "you’re hardly a monster so I don’t quite understand. And I can’t think of anything you could have done that would force such a punishment upon you. Unless…" Unless she had broken one or several of the ten commandments. Like…like…having murdered somebody. 

Victor’s mouth felt suddenly very dry and he wished the discussion had not gone this way because now he felt uncomfortable not just for having asked so many inappropriate questions but also scaring himself into believing he might be sitting next to a mass murderer or something similar. Well Genghis had acted funny around Meg and he still didn’t want to come any closer to her. Which meant that maybe his dog, smart as it was -animals did have an instinct for these kinds of things, didn’t they?- had felt something off about her. Setting the waffle down he held the plate up to her. “Ah…how..how rude of me. Would you like a waffle as well? Freshly baked.” Of course they were! She knew that already! God, he was really acting like a world class moron and either she’d get offended now or worse. He glanced over to Genghis who lifted his head and growled softly as if to say ‘Didn’t I tell you?’.