Hell Is Beautiful

You Asked For The Story, Here It Is

Author’s Perspective
   Portcullis Marfia…. How could I put this? It is nowhere near your typical village. Behind the gate, he lives near a wall. I believe it is called Egress Marka. Inside the hamlet you can find multiple plant lives such as lavender, black roses, and larkspurs. Their village is mainly agricultural, and they provide different diversities of food to the other egresses.

  If you look closely, you can see the beginnings of poison ivy vines growing upon the walls. Despite the population, we plant a hodgepodge of crops such as lemon trees, orange, japanese cherry blossom, watermelon, apples, vanilla, and many vegetables. The hamlet is encircled by a lake called Lake Samantha after our founder’s mistress. To most, the beauty is a sight for sore eyes. But for us, it’s all they’ve ever known. The scent of the village has always been vanilla with a touch of cherry blossom. The sound was the rushing of water. “Welcome to paradise,” Milajus says sarcastically.

                                            Milajus’ Perspective
  Let’s take a look inside the portcullis, it’s beautiful isn’t? All you may see is beauty, but to me it’s an utter living hell. At first sight, most people fall in love with the agricultural life. But, like most places, we’re not all we’re made out to be. We all may seem benign, but there’s just so much more that lies beneath the veil than most speak of. I know for a seventeen- year-old I tend to be a bit of a smart ass. Wait, wait.. I shouldn’t start here.. Let’s go back to the origin.

  It all started with my dad and sister, Corrine. I never knew what Corrine was capable of. She is just like your average, intellectual schoolgirl. Expect, we don’t go to school. Apparently, our founder, Mr. Humni, never thought about us being taught. We just have to live and conquer. Since we were never taught, everything we did was right. However, whenever someone came from Egress Marka they tried to show us how to correctly do the work. But, we never listen, we’re just that stubborn. Welcome to paradise.

                                        Corrine’s Perspective
  How could they possibly just fight like this? I mean, I know Amin and Amika are brother and sister, but why do they have to fight over firewood? It’s plain out ridiculous. I’m sorry… Let me introduce myself.

  Hello, I’m Corrine Genki. You may already know my brother, Milajuska (or Milajus, whichever you prefer, but just don’t tell him I told you his real name. He’ll kill me..) I stand 167.64 centimeters. (In which, is 5’6 to Americans.) When I was young, my mother died my hair to black because she hated her only daughter being blonde. My brother describes my eyes as being a white-blue. Whatever that means.

                                 
                                    Hitch’s Perspective

  Here I am. In the middle of the forest, meeting with my demons. My children and wife suspect nothing of the true me. They only think I’m a twenty-seven-year-old charismatic, Irishman. Let’s cue all of the hating for now. It is best for my family to not know the real me. I can’t imagine the horrors they’d face after finding out.

  I’ve placed “guards” by the egresses to guard the gate. I’ve told my guards to not let anyone go outside of the gate. I’ve told them to tell the natives that mad scientists are outside. You want honesty? They’re actually cast down angels outside and the only way for them to return to Heaven is to destroy me. Ha, they’ll never win.

                                Milajus’ Perspective

   I sit on top of the gate and I’ve gotten into a deep conversation with Corrine. “Corrine?” I ask. “Wh-what do you think are outside of the walls?”
   She seems to be thinking for a bit, “Well, we have always been told mad scientists are outside of the walls. Do you think there’s more?”
  I dip my head. “I believe there’s more than what meets the eye. I believe there’s so much more that lies behind this veil that blinds us.”
  “Such as?” My little sister asks. Sometimes, I forget about the world around me and everyone and everything dissipates and my focus is always turned to her. My little sister. She’s so vulnerable in this world we live in. If you can call it that anymore.
  “Such as, what if the guards aren’t actually guards?” I get up and start to pace the length of the wall, hardly going no more than a few feet away from my sister. “Like what if they’re actually demons? What if mad scientists aren’t behind these gates? What if they’re cast down angels? And, y-you know how dad abuses us? What if he’s Satan, and the angels are out to get them because they-they-they-they…..that’s the only way for them to get back to Heaven?”
Corrine laughs at my ridiculous theory, “You want my opinion?” she asks as she stands up. I nod.
  She smiles that playful smile of hers that always seems to melt me. “Your theories are absolutely ridiculous, brother. How do you even come up with these such things? What if mom heard you talk that way about dad? Do you even has the slightest of clues what father would do to you?!”
I see concern fill her beautiful white-blue eyes. I can’t see her like this much longer, so I just look into the egress. “Yes,” I whisper softly as I walk up behind her and wrap her in my arms. The moonlight reflected off of her black waves. “Yes. I know exactly what dad would do to me. He would beat me within an inch of my life. But, it’s just us talking. Promise you won’t tell dad?”
Corrine nods as I pick her up, and let her sit on my shoulder as I begin the climb down the wall, and back towards our house. “I promise, brother. I swear on my life I’ll never tell.”