Monday, January 20, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 166.01

“There you are.” Harold smiled at Dill. He looked different from this morning, though he couldn't quite pace his finger on why. “Do you want any food? We seem to have quite a lot left, especially mashed potato.”

“Not unless you want me to animate it into a mashed potato golem.” Dill's face twisted into a smile. It looked hideous, like a child's version of what a smile would be like if he'd never witnessed one and tried to draw a clown face using only the crayons found in an old school desk. “Other than that, I no longer have any use for food.” He went silent for a moment. “I think I'm going to miss that. Immortality is one thing but you forget the sacrifices you make for it.”

“Longevity, we prefer to say.” Jasfoup patted him on the back. “Immortality implies something we're not willing to concede.”


“Those of us in the different planes of reality.” The demon picked up a prawn cracker and popped it in his mouth. Harold had tried one but found they tasted more of the fat they were cooked in than any lingering memory of seafood. “You can spend an eternity in Hell, but even that will end one day, when the last person stops believing in it.”

“I read a book about that, once.” Harold sipped his tea. “Huge computers ran artificial realities of Hell and the consciousness of anyone who died was uploaded there.”

“Why would anyone want to do that to another person?”

Harold shrugged. “Human nature. We want everyone to suffer.”

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