Friday, June 14, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 148.11

“And twice as damned.” Harold rose to his feet and pointed at the door. “Do you think Hell will stand to have their plans thwarted? What will Jasfoup say when he hears about this? What will Lucifer say? To deny Hell their currency of trade? To deny them their reason for existence?”

“Hell has so many. They won't miss a few.”

“Is that what you think? How many hoarders wouldn't miss a part of their collection? How many philatelists would just shrug if a few of their first day covers didn't turn up? How many bars of gold would the Bank of England not mind going missing?”

“But it's only a delay. What's a hundred years to Hell? Or a thousand, for that matter?”

“Hardly the point, is it? By the same token you could ask the Prosecution Service if it matters that murderers have a few more years of family life between conviction and prison. Tell the family of a car accident fatality that the drunk driver who killed their daughter has been allowed to have a few more Friday Nights before they get sent down. That's what you're saying to Hell.”

“But what if they were good people?”

“There's no such thing, really.” Harold shook his head. “You don't get it, do you? Nobody goes to Heaven, and especially not the people who could afford the service you're proposing.”

“That's ridiculous.” Dill lifted his hands up only to drop them again. “Of course people go to Heaven. That's the whole point of believing in God.”

“People who believe that haven't read the Bible properly.” Harold wiped the argument from his face with his hands, the pressure from his fingertips distorting his features as he yawned. “Now, I don't know about you, but I need breakfast.”

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