Port of Poseidonia: Hell's Dilemma
[Prince Phrygian]
Let us not all believe Atlantis and his demonic forces, rather than its secrets, and dark powers, for it certainly does not. And produce this sketch, some of which are in the depths of hell and its borders. (Part Vill)
[Summery] Phrygian king, was set the environment, the surroundings of the mountain, Hades, in the hilly region of hell, into the deep bottom of the crust of the earth. Aon, now Queen Ais, ashis lover and mistress, in the waters of the underworld, he of great golf, Anas, the talented writer was still in the underwater world, the inner core of the mountain, place, was buried in the Atlantic. Agaliarept-the executioner of hell, had his command back, because he was high priest of Atlantis for a long time. Belphegor, the king of demons, was here and there, between hell and earth, Ephialtes, the hero of Hell, at least for now, traders to the Greeks and the king ofAtlantis was a special guard, similar to Buer and Gywan. Tyr the Goblin, was up approximately between Earth and supervision, and on the inside of hell, through Phrygia, for some reason he took a personal interest in him.
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Hell's Dilemma
It was terrific and the evil rule of King Phrygian in the position that he had gotten into a slave to the whims of hell, and all his superiors, he could have been, he was in his wife, the Officer of Hell, or he hadjust left the bet with Belphegor alone, it may have been no hostility, but he did not.
If it under a new name in the hell could he would masquerade, for all the King of Atlantis knew in hell paved the way for him his reputation. Some of the other kings were in a vault, a frozen with worms all over them, others have been elsewhere. But he was to the wastelands by Mount Hades for, for the joys of man and beast, but he was not in the vaults of the Cold worms, which were wellHe thought. By and by Tyr could keep an eye on him this way, and who knows, may have cut other plans had with him, he would soon find out.
After a while, was, his face starting to look as gruesome as any other, he thought as he looked around, looked around as he sat down on a favorite rock up high on the mountain looking into the mirror reflections to look into old polished stones, and one sees a house, an Adobe Type flat in the side of the mountain, where heto sleep on the side of the cliff about 7,000 feet high, now he could see skyless away into a hell. It was an open-air deck-type dwelling, Mount Hades was a memorial for Hell's landscape.
It was one sour note, King's will in this dramatic improperly thrown lifestyle, that is, the other to think that here was a king, as he has been told through the underworld, and that is what he received for his reward. Then there was the opposite of those others who said, "Heshould not be attempted by Hell, defying rescue his wife. And so was this much food for thought in the ranks of hell.
Agaliarept thought: It could be rebelling a postponement on this matter in a hundred years or so, and let those thinking of going to the potential rebels that the dissidents have a finality of the situation so that [the matter rest? ] and for all. Yes, he, he would let the officers of hell, where the senior already knowwent through my head, not carved in stone, but in my head.
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Prince Phrygian
When the king was young, I mean, if he was a prince of Atlantis, his Archkingdom a large oasis with him, everything at his fingertips. He was once even a young princess who was married to know that he bore a child by the name of Ampara, which was his second wife, his first love, however, was Lailis (and we all love, his third, AIS), and if he ran, Lailis marry at a very young age, the Lailiswas just a girl from Noom in the heartland of the Atlantic, where her friend lived Xilvaa, the shepherdess with bright blue eyes, as she herself would both look to the sky on a warm summer day, and during one of these days, they met The Prince of Atlantis, Phrygian, and they both fell madly in love with her.
His father, the King of Atlantis at the time drove them to the fountain of Ddath, where they both drank from the fountain, its poisonous water, so they are not separated, whileWanted life, they chose the death (the King to the ongoing relationship stop).
As a result, the young prince drank it as they did, and when the king, the two bodies laid side by side. Only one was alive, and lives of barley and is only a few breaths to his physical placement of his soul left. Xilvaa father was the king reported by these advertisements and received a generous reward. Yes, but the king seeing his son's chest move, just a little, then he prayed to thedemonic forces of hell, he prayed right, Satan himself, and was sent Belphegor, who suck the poison of the body of his son in time for a moment, and drank the blood of a peasant man to strengthen his body again, and since the king Belphegor and let the woman's body, red, and here is the beginning of a long and close relationship with Atlantis and Hell's henchmen was.
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Ai Says
Ais thought she had the king in her head Aon has seen in the waters they controlTo Atlantis "There he is, 'she said, Aon completed his game, immobilization.
"There he was! Then it was not! Then it was! There was no" War! "Her thoughts were like a log on and danced off into the stream.
"A trick of the mind," said Aon with disgust and anger, we strive not to visualize the dead man, for hell has no heart to give back what it receives. "
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Phrygian Thinking
The king had many thoughts in the following years of Ais,along the way, he went to hell, while he was sleeping on the edge of the mountain on the hills, sleeping like a dog or pig, which, as he could, sometimes stuffing himself with worms just to get an impression of something he thought of her.
In times of the king was a fool to himself, a madman would have said the same thing. There were moments in which they have men and women, men and women, men and women like everyone else in hell. People scattered about, here and there. Theking was doing a lot of thinking, definitely, but not getting anywhere in particular with it, it did fill up the boredom he would have had.
In his thoughts, unfaithful thoughts about his Ais, his Queen, he had unfaithful thoughts of her, he’d cried a curse to his her for she was in it, cursed his breath for she had felt it, cursed his eyes for she had touched them, then walked in the mud and swamps that surrounded the area, trying to clean his dirt with dirt. His loss of all things was a murmur on the lips, always his feverish lips.
The king had wounds all over his body, a body that appeared to be physical and has achieved something, and he would have walked on the earth as a spirit form, he would materialize in a position for a moment, it was only a mild form mass in this underworld, but not the organs as mankind was. Therefore, these wounds left on his body, a faint smell in the nose as decayed eggs, eggs rut.
Hell has all the time to dream (as itfor the king), who was her companion, as well as the thieves and prostitutes around the King of Atlantis. He was with his kind of what he might say, as was as the king of what he has called himself, would be cynical, but it is healed. Yes, he was, used to be a crooked cock, a directory that, but he did not strut. Would to heaven is boring like so many said in jest, he doubted it was now for the ends of all ends of the line for humanity better, a demonEarth, "he muttered aloud, as a king on a dunghill in hell, something like that, although I do not think that he was" crap "in his vocabulary. And the king in a hum, hum, and mood, humming the lyrics of a song he had up to his beloved Atlantis, in the mist of spring time:
April in Atlantis
[From the king of Atlantis, while in hell]
It is April in the Atlantic Bridges are cooled, the wines are distilled. And on the canal in the gardens ofPoseidon, the pigeons harvest corn; the bronze horses stare; still distant (above waters of peril) rest temple grounds, and uncouth, uncrowned, the lyrist sounds. Yes! Atlantis in April is toxic, with time, with its islands of stone and grandeur’s signs.
Bye, my esteemed friend, Atlantis, this April morning day, with narrow, crowed streets to guided my way, and arches with imprinted golden-carved tales. Good-bye, my spoiled Atlantis, I am bound in Hell.
—by King Phrygian
In hell, the days went by, they are too similar, he said, he framed it in his head said, again: "... they are too similar to" days, an imaginary experience is not like the same thing as a truly gone by (as in the days after the king of Atlantis), but it was something.
