Hjogah

[Hell, The Tenth circle of Ruination, Hjogah]

I awoke in Hjogah, knowing that I was going to end up here after my pitiful death.

I had expected hell to be more bloody, reddish and gothic in it's look. But the skies above where an infinite distance greeted me promised nothing but decay. The Sky was a dark brown tint, almost like a decayed black leather. Above me was a black roof with long crack along it's surface. Beneath it the crumbling dirty white stone that was once the wall of the castle.

I stood in an almost cavernous room; whilst half of it was ruined, and completely broken down.

I look to the outside to spot any sign of life or respite. I see nothing but dust covered bones. What might be used as treasure to be left for scavengers to pick at, already come to be destroyed by time.

I try to walk, but the ceiling collapses as I try to look up into it.

"THE BEAUTY IS OURS"

This is a Vivamdizoc temple, as these words are said only by those who lived under his rule, so surely people could've met up here. But there is no evidence of any people. This place has been forgotten by everyone already, thus why it's in Hjogah.

I look behind me to find a staircase that leads down, so I tread it to see what's down here.

THE LOBBY

The floor was covered in thick dust, and the walls were covered with old and defaced writings that had fallen off. Some were hollow with bullet holes, though I had no idea how it got there. All I can make out were "JI'T" and other cryptic signs.

As I put my hand on the railings of the staircase before completely removing myself from them; they decay in an instant. I believe I understand what's going on, but I decide to carry on observing my surroundings. 

Then I realised that the walls of the corridor are covered with blood, and the floor red with blood that has dried.

Then as I look to the side, I see some weird old animals, their breathing is ragged and their bodies are matted in blood. These beasts are likely from the Utero, as I know nothing is unseen in these planes. It's sad to see these things here, were animals not exempt from sin? or do they have a consciousness the way we do?

That's when I notice the doors on either side of me. The majority are broken, the handles gone and no door that I can see has a handle on it. But the one I'm here to see has the remains of a door handle, and it is still there.

I push the door open, and the door falls off into several pieces. So touch does lead to decay, I confirmed to myself. I exit the temple through the door, and look at the dust covered bones. Were these bones of living humans that were once here, but decayed through their own touch, or that of others?

In truth, I have not yet attempted to touch anything, not even myself, for as long as I was here.

But if these are the bones of sinners... then where do they go once they die here? I'd rather not know.

I observe my surroundings better, as now I have nothing to block my vision, but the landscape is littered with tarnished buildings, with random objects implanted in the ground. Nothing here is in fine condition, but to be honest, that's how I want this place to be.

There are several mountains, also filled with the rotten bones of dead, but thankfully there are no low mountains. I don't want to have to climb one, again.

The mountains look to be almost as if they had been defiled in some way as well, though how, or why that would be was beyond me.

The trees around were similar to everything else; old and ruined, with no sign of life on them.

I had been here for what felt like barely an hour, but my body suddenly felt weaker, my blood drained from my body. I fell to the ground, unable to move.

My hand was covering a majority of my eyesight as I had fallen on my stomach. My skin began to decay. It was agonizing. I wanted to scream, but I had no energy to move. I decided to stay here, until my death comes.

Until wind was blown and my own hand fell on me and disintegrated my insides. It's funny, but at the same time I'm glad I'll die like this.

The wind begins to blow again, and soon enough, I was nothing but bones.

Or so I saw happening to me. My bones lay broken and decayed.

My body was immediately reborn, but the agony and loss was still far too vivid, I couldn't bear it, so I began screaming it out as I still felt it in my insides. I was screaming tirelessly for what felt like hours. Finally the pain stopped, and I soon felt that I would decay again, oh, God, is this the punishment of ruination?

I suddenly fell on the ground again, the agony returning once again. It was all the same, as the bones fell to dust, and I saw once again my new face. I wanted to cry, but my mouth couldn't move.

I wanted to scream out again, but again, my mouth would not open. 

But after all, I brought this upon myself, for I was no better than the ones I once shamed for sinning.

My soul was decayed, and I couldn't do anything but die.

I simply died, and was reborn again, in front of my bones.

This has been repeating for years, and too late it dawned upon me; This is what will be for me for the rest of eternity.

My mind had decayed as well, and that's why I had no last words. I'm quite regretful of that, but I know I will at least rest, unable to process pain, yet feeling it all.