Tales of Poseidonia: Part VIII, The Dilemma of Hell
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[Prince Phrygian] Website design By BotEap.comLet’s not all believe that Atlantis and its demonic forces did not have their secrets and dark powers, because they surely did. And this sketch will give birth, some of them, in the depths of Hell and its limits. (Part VIII) Website design By BotEap.com[Summery] The Phrygian king was assigned to the environment, the surroundings of Mount Hades, in the mountainous region of Hell, within the deep and inferior part of the earth’s crust. Aon, now had Queen Ais, as his mistress and mistress, in the waters of the Great Gulf of the Underworld; Anases, the talented scribe, was still in the underwater center of the mountain, the place where Atlantis was buried. Agaliarept, Hell’s henchman, had retaken command of him, as he was High Priest of Atlantis for a long period of time. Belphegor, the King of Demons, was here and there, between Hell and Earth; Ephialtes, the hero of hell, at least for the time being, merchant to the Greeks and king of Atlantis, was a special guard, similar to Buer and Gywan. Tyr, the imp, walked among the earth and checking from time to time inside Hell, in Phrygian, for some strange reason he took a personal interest in him. Website design By BotEap.com1
dilemma from hell Website design By BotEap.comIt was a great and wicked government that brought the Phrygian king to the position he now found himself in, a slave to the whims of Hell and all its Higher Officials; he could have been one, if he had turned his wife over to the Hell Officer, or if he had simply left the bet alone with Belphegor, there might not have been any animosity; But he did not. Website design By BotEap.comIf he could masquerade under a new name in Hell, since everyone knew the King of Atlantis in Hell, his reputation paved the way for him. Some of the other kings were in a vault, one frozen with worms all over it, others were elsewhere. But he was thrown into the wastelands by Mount Hades; for the pleasures of man and beast, but he was not in the vaults of cold worms that were good, he thought. Little by little, Tyr would be able to keep an eye on him this way, and who knows, Hell might have had other plans for him, he would soon find out. Website design By BotEap.comAfter a while, his face began to look as ghastly as everyone else’s, he thought, as he looked around, looked around as he sat on a favorite rock high up on the mountain looking at reflections in a mirror. , looking at old polished stones; also looking down from a dwelling, an adobe dwelling on the side of the mountain, where he could sleep, on the side of cliffs about 7,000 feet high, so now he could see far into a Hell without a sky . It was an open-air, covered-type dwelling; Mount Hades was a monument to the landscape of Hell. Website design By BotEap.comThere was a sour note to the fact that the King was thrown into this dramatically unbecoming lifestyle, which is to say, others were thinking: here was a king who did as he was told by the underworld, and this is what he got as a reward. Then there was the reverse of these others who said: he shouldn’t have braved Hell trying to save his wife. And this gave a lot to think about within the ranks of Hell. Website design By BotEap.comAgaliarept thought: there could be a reprieve on this matter in a hundred years or so, and let those who are thinking of revolting, the potential mutineers, that is, the dissidents, have a purpose for this situation, therefore put this matter stay [?] once and for all. Yes, he concluded that he would let the Officials of Hell, the high ranking ones anyway, know that this was on his mind; nothing written in stone, but in his mind. Website design By BotEap.com2
phrygian prince Website design By BotEap.comWhen the king was young, I mean, when he was a prince in Atlantis, his Arch-Kingdom was a great oasis for him; everything within his reach. He once even married a young princess who bore him a son named Ampara; who was his second wife, though his first love was Lailis (and we all know his third love, Ais), and when he ran away, he ran away to marry Lailis at a very young age, Lailis, who was just a maiden of Noom- – in the heart of Atlantis–where his girlfriend Xilvaa also lived, the shepherdess with bright blue eyes, like her, they both looked up at the sky on a warm summer day: and during one of those days–he met the prince of Atlantis, Phrygian and they both fell head over heels in love. Website design By BotEap.comTheir father, the King of Atlantis at the time, chased them to the Source of Ddath, where they both drank from the source its poisonous waters, so as not to be separated while alive, they chose death (the king wanting to stop the ongoing relationship). Website design By BotEap.comAs a result, the young prince drank it like her, and when the King arrived, the two bodies were lying side by side. Only one was alive, and barley alive and only a few breaths left for the physical location of their souls. Xilvaa’s father had notified the King of this courtship and received a generous reward for doing so. Yes, but the king had seen his son’s chest move, just a little, then prayed to the demonic forces of hell, prayed directly to Satan himself, and was sent to Belphegor, who sucked the poison out of his son’s body into a moment. time, and he drained the blood of a peasant to strengthen her body, and there the King and Belphegor left the woman’s body to rot, and here was the beginning of a long and close relationship with Atlantis and Hell’s Henchmen. Website design By BotEap.com3
ais says Website design By BotEap.comAis thought she had seen the king in her mind: Aon was holding her in the waters around Atlantis, ‘There he is,’ she said, as Aon stopped playing, restraining. Website design By BotEap.com“There it was! Then it wasn’t! Then it was! Then it wasn’t! It was!” Her thoughts were like a log going up and down in the river. Website design By BotEap.com“A trick of the mind,” Aon said with disgust and annoyance; do your best not to visualize your dead husband, because hell has no heart to return what it receives.” Website design By BotEap.com4
Phrygian thought Website design By BotEap.comThe king had many thoughts in the following years about Ais, along the roads she traveled in Hell; during his sleep time on the edge of the mountain, in the hills; sleeping like a dog or a pig wherever he could; sometimes filling up with worms just to prove something, he thought of her. Website design By BotEap.comSometimes the king seemed foolish with himself; a madman might have said the same. There were times when men and men, women and women, men and women got along like this in Hell. People all scattered here and there. The king was thinking a lot, definitely, but by not getting anywhere in particular with it, he filled the boredom he would have had. Website design By BotEap.comIn his thoughts, unfaithful thoughts about his Ais, his Queen, he had unfaithful thoughts about her, he had yelled a curse at her because she was in her, cursed her breath because she had felt it, cursed her eyes because she had felt it. She touched them, then walked through the mud and swamps that surrounded the area, trying to clean the dirt off her with dirt. Her loss of all things was a whisper on her lips, her lips constantly feverish. Website design By BotEap.comThe king had sores all over his body, a body that seemed to be physical and could materialize a bit, and if he had gone to earth as a spirit form, he would have been able to materialize for a moment, it was just easier to form. mass in this underworld, but not the organs as humanity had. Therefore, these sores on his body left a faint odor in his nostrils like rotten eggs, eggs in heat. Website design By BotEap.comHell gave them all time to dream (as it did with the king), that he was their mate, as were the thieves and whores that surrounded the king of Atlantis. He was with his kind, what could he say, equal to equal; the king was what he himself would have called a cynic, but that was healing. Yes, he was, used to be, a rooster bandit, a smart one who strutted, but he didn’t anymore. Would heaven be boring as so many joked? He doubted it now because this was the end of all ends of the line for humanity: better to be a devil on earth, he muttered aloud, than a king on a devil’s dung heap, something like that, though he didn’t. I think he had ‘dung heap’ in his vocabulary. Then the king, in a state of humming and humming, hummed the words of a song he had composed for his beloved Atlantis, in the mists of spring: Website design By BotEap.comApril in Atlantis
[From the King of Atlantis, while in Hell] Website design By BotEap.comIt is April in Atlantis: the bridges are getting cold, the wines are distilling. And by the canal in Los Jardines de Poseidón, pigeons harvest corn; bronze horses stare; still distant (over the waters of danger) lie the temple grounds, and rough, crownless, the sounds of lyric. Yeah! Atlantis in April is toxic, over time, with its stone islands and signs of greatness. Website design By BotEap.comGoodbye, my dear friend, Atlantis, this April morning, with narrow crowded streets to guide my way, and arches with tales etched in gold. Goodbye my spoiled Atlantis, I am destined for Hell. Website design By BotEap.com–by the Phrygian King Website design By BotEap.comIn hell the days passed, they are too similar, he told himself; he framed them in his mind, he said again, ‘… they are too similar’, the days, an imagined experience is not the same as the one that was actually lived (as in the days of being king of Atlantis), but it was something .
[Prince Phrygian] Website design By BotEap.comLet’s not all believe that Atlantis and its demonic forces did not have their secrets and dark powers, because they surely did. And this sketch will give birth, some of them, in the depths of Hell and its limits. (Part VIII) Website design By BotEap.com[Summery] The Phrygian king was assigned to the environment, the surroundings of Mount Hades, in the mountainous region of Hell, within the deep and inferior part of the earth’s crust. Aon, now had Queen Ais, as his mistress and mistress, in the waters of the Great Gulf of the Underworld; Anases, the talented scribe, was still in the underwater center of the mountain, the place where Atlantis was buried. Agaliarept, Hell’s henchman, had retaken command of him, as he was High Priest of Atlantis for a long period of time. Belphegor, the King of Demons, was here and there, between Hell and Earth; Ephialtes, the hero of hell, at least for the time being, merchant to the Greeks and king of Atlantis, was a special guard, similar to Buer and Gywan. Tyr, the imp, walked among the earth and checking from time to time inside Hell, in Phrygian, for some strange reason he took a personal interest in him. Website design By BotEap.com1
dilemma from hell Website design By BotEap.comIt was a great and wicked government that brought the Phrygian king to the position he now found himself in, a slave to the whims of Hell and all its Higher Officials; he could have been one, if he had turned his wife over to the Hell Officer, or if he had simply left the bet alone with Belphegor, there might not have been any animosity; But he did not. Website design By BotEap.comIf he could masquerade under a new name in Hell, since everyone knew the King of Atlantis in Hell, his reputation paved the way for him. Some of the other kings were in a vault, one frozen with worms all over it, others were elsewhere. But he was thrown into the wastelands by Mount Hades; for the pleasures of man and beast, but he was not in the vaults of cold worms that were good, he thought. Little by little, Tyr would be able to keep an eye on him this way, and who knows, Hell might have had other plans for him, he would soon find out. Website design By BotEap.comAfter a while, his face began to look as ghastly as everyone else’s, he thought, as he looked around, looked around as he sat on a favorite rock high up on the mountain looking at reflections in a mirror. , looking at old polished stones; also looking down from a dwelling, an adobe dwelling on the side of the mountain, where he could sleep, on the side of cliffs about 7,000 feet high, so now he could see far into a Hell without a sky . It was an open-air, covered-type dwelling; Mount Hades was a monument to the landscape of Hell. Website design By BotEap.comThere was a sour note to the fact that the King was thrown into this dramatically unbecoming lifestyle, which is to say, others were thinking: here was a king who did as he was told by the underworld, and this is what he got as a reward. Then there was the reverse of these others who said: he shouldn’t have braved Hell trying to save his wife. And this gave a lot to think about within the ranks of Hell. Website design By BotEap.comAgaliarept thought: there could be a reprieve on this matter in a hundred years or so, and let those who are thinking of revolting, the potential mutineers, that is, the dissidents, have a purpose for this situation, therefore put this matter stay [?] once and for all. Yes, he concluded that he would let the Officials of Hell, the high ranking ones anyway, know that this was on his mind; nothing written in stone, but in his mind. Website design By BotEap.com2
phrygian prince Website design By BotEap.comWhen the king was young, I mean, when he was a prince in Atlantis, his Arch-Kingdom was a great oasis for him; everything within his reach. He once even married a young princess who bore him a son named Ampara; who was his second wife, though his first love was Lailis (and we all know his third love, Ais), and when he ran away, he ran away to marry Lailis at a very young age, Lailis, who was just a maiden of Noom- – in the heart of Atlantis–where his girlfriend Xilvaa also lived, the shepherdess with bright blue eyes, like her, they both looked up at the sky on a warm summer day: and during one of those days–he met the prince of Atlantis, Phrygian and they both fell head over heels in love. Website design By BotEap.comTheir father, the King of Atlantis at the time, chased them to the Source of Ddath, where they both drank from the source its poisonous waters, so as not to be separated while alive, they chose death (the king wanting to stop the ongoing relationship). Website design By BotEap.comAs a result, the young prince drank it like her, and when the King arrived, the two bodies were lying side by side. Only one was alive, and barley alive and only a few breaths left for the physical location of their souls. Xilvaa’s father had notified the King of this courtship and received a generous reward for doing so. Yes, but the king had seen his son’s chest move, just a little, then prayed to the demonic forces of hell, prayed directly to Satan himself, and was sent to Belphegor, who sucked the poison out of his son’s body into a moment. time, and he drained the blood of a peasant to strengthen her body, and there the King and Belphegor left the woman’s body to rot, and here was the beginning of a long and close relationship with Atlantis and Hell’s Henchmen. Website design By BotEap.com3
ais says Website design By BotEap.comAis thought she had seen the king in her mind: Aon was holding her in the waters around Atlantis, ‘There he is,’ she said, as Aon stopped playing, restraining. Website design By BotEap.com“There it was! Then it wasn’t! Then it was! Then it wasn’t! It was!” Her thoughts were like a log going up and down in the river. Website design By BotEap.com“A trick of the mind,” Aon said with disgust and annoyance; do your best not to visualize your dead husband, because hell has no heart to return what it receives.” Website design By BotEap.com4
Phrygian thought Website design By BotEap.comThe king had many thoughts in the following years about Ais, along the roads she traveled in Hell; during his sleep time on the edge of the mountain, in the hills; sleeping like a dog or a pig wherever he could; sometimes filling up with worms just to prove something, he thought of her. Website design By BotEap.comSometimes the king seemed foolish with himself; a madman might have said the same. There were times when men and men, women and women, men and women got along like this in Hell. People all scattered here and there. The king was thinking a lot, definitely, but by not getting anywhere in particular with it, he filled the boredom he would have had. Website design By BotEap.comIn his thoughts, unfaithful thoughts about his Ais, his Queen, he had unfaithful thoughts about her, he had yelled a curse at her because she was in her, cursed her breath because she had felt it, cursed her eyes because she had felt it. She touched them, then walked through the mud and swamps that surrounded the area, trying to clean the dirt off her with dirt. Her loss of all things was a whisper on her lips, her lips constantly feverish. Website design By BotEap.comThe king had sores all over his body, a body that seemed to be physical and could materialize a bit, and if he had gone to earth as a spirit form, he would have been able to materialize for a moment, it was just easier to form. mass in this underworld, but not the organs as humanity had. Therefore, these sores on his body left a faint odor in his nostrils like rotten eggs, eggs in heat. Website design By BotEap.comHell gave them all time to dream (as it did with the king), that he was their mate, as were the thieves and whores that surrounded the king of Atlantis. He was with his kind, what could he say, equal to equal; the king was what he himself would have called a cynic, but that was healing. Yes, he was, used to be, a rooster bandit, a smart one who strutted, but he didn’t anymore. Would heaven be boring as so many joked? He doubted it now because this was the end of all ends of the line for humanity: better to be a devil on earth, he muttered aloud, than a king on a devil’s dung heap, something like that, though he didn’t. I think he had ‘dung heap’ in his vocabulary. Then the king, in a state of humming and humming, hummed the words of a song he had composed for his beloved Atlantis, in the mists of spring: Website design By BotEap.comApril in Atlantis
[From the King of Atlantis, while in Hell] Website design By BotEap.comIt is April in Atlantis: the bridges are getting cold, the wines are distilling. And by the canal in Los Jardines de Poseidón, pigeons harvest corn; bronze horses stare; still distant (over the waters of danger) lie the temple grounds, and rough, crownless, the sounds of lyric. Yeah! Atlantis in April is toxic, over time, with its stone islands and signs of greatness. Website design By BotEap.comGoodbye, my dear friend, Atlantis, this April morning, with narrow crowded streets to guide my way, and arches with tales etched in gold. Goodbye my spoiled Atlantis, I am destined for Hell. Website design By BotEap.com–by the Phrygian King Website design By BotEap.comIn hell the days passed, they are too similar, he told himself; he framed them in his mind, he said again, ‘… they are too similar’, the days, an imagined experience is not the same as the one that was actually lived (as in the days of being king of Atlantis), but it was something .