Submitted by Nuada-Argetlam t3_116ulv0 in WritingPrompts
TentacleJihadHentai t1_j98q6a2 wrote
YOU ARE WORTHY TO ENTER ELYSIUM, THE PARADISE THAT YOU DESERVED BUT DID NOT RECEIVE ALIVE
Matthew, son of Marius, finally looked up.
"B-b-but-"
YOUR LACK OF BELIEF IN US, AND LACK OF WORSHIP TOWARDS ME IN PARTICULAR, DOES NOT ENTER INTO THE EQUATION
"T-t-t-thank you, oh Great Hades."
The humanoid purple flame dwindled, to reveal a tall woman of flowing black hair, porcelain complexion, and purple-blue eyes like that of azure diamonds.
"Persephone, but pretty decent guess overall," her voice, now like that of wind chimes accompanying a young mother's, boomed yet flowed like silk into his consciousness.
Isn't it March? Why is she here?
"You died today, March 19th, one day short of the Spring Equinox. Lucky you, being my last soul reviewed for the half-year. Also, mind reading is an ability of mine."
"I see," Matthew replied, finally calm. He remained knelt however.
Now then Matthew, to Elysium you go.
"Thank you, your Grace"
And he was elsewhere.
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Silver trees that eclipsed the heights of Great Mount Ceceri filled the landscape. Indeed, was the entirety of land graced by these trees. Their trunks and branches like that of the purest silver, their leaves purple-blue flames like those of comets. And each of them did shine forth these lights instead of the moon that once filled the man's eyes. The grass of elysium was myriad in color, for each was like a gemstone, crystalline and lustrous, in a mosaic unison of sapphires, topaz, emeralds, jade, aquamarine, tanzanite, and others that escaped the recognition of this poor dead miner.
"I-I could never..." he fell face first into the grass. The texture of which made the most luxurious of silks feel coarse and unfit to wear. Their warmth, was almost alive.
Warm clear streams flowed forth from his eyes. They splashed and scattered and graced the land with their testimony.
"Thank you, oh Great Persephone, you are truly fair and just."
Tyrian purple flame manifested and embraced him.
Rest Matthew-Germanicus, oh son of Marius. You can spent an eternity here. Why not a long sleep here, then?
And he let the benevolent darkness shield him.
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Interesting_Ad_3957 t1_j99kapb wrote
Nice to see they weren’t raging about being wrong or worse being angry about a “heretic pagan god”/demon trying to trick him this was a very smooth experience thank you
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