© Josu Sein 
© Josu Sein "Here time is fluid," the devil.
knew it was a demon at the same time she saw him. Just knew, just knew that this place was hell. Neither could have been something else.
The room was long, and the devil waiting beside a smoking brazier at the other end. Of the gray stone walls hung a multitude of objects, objects that would not be wise or comforting close inspections. The ceiling was low, soil, strangely insubstantial.
"Come closer," said the demon, and the man obeyed.
The demon was skinny as a rake and went naked. He had many scars, and it seemed that he had been flayed in the distant past. Nor had ears, or sex. His lips were thin and had an air of ascetic, his eyes were demonic, had seen too much and had gone too far, his eyes made the man feel more insignificant than a fly.
- What will happen now? "She asked.
"Now," replied the devil, in a voice that betrayed no penalty, nor delight, just an outright and outrageous resignation going to be tortured.
- How long?
But the devil just shook his head and did not answer the question. He began to walk slowly along the wall, casting her eyes from object to object. On the far side of the wall near at the closed door, had a whip made of 9 straps bare wires. With a hand that had only 3 fingers, the demon down from the wall and went back to the man, carrying the macabre instrument with great ceremony. Wire straps placed on the hearth and watched how they warmed.
"That is inhumane.
"Yes.
The ends of the straps 9 began to acquire an orange color. While
raised his arm to deliver the first whip, said: "In
some time remember all this dog love, even now.
"You're a liar.
"No," replied the demon. What follows is worse, "he explained, just before the whip.
So whip straps crashed into the man's back, ripping his expensive clothes, burning and strips made contact with incandescent wires, and the man screamed. But it had only just begun.
still waiting on the walls 211 instruments of torture and, in due time, would prove each of them.
When, finally, the daughter of Lazareno, which had come to know very intimately, was cleaned and put back on the wall in the post 212, then with a grimace, he muttered:
"And now what?
"Now," replied the devil, "is when it comes real pain.
And it was.
Everything was done in his life and would have been better to do, every lie that he had told either to himself or others, "every little pain I had inflicted, and large too ... each would be removed from its interior, every detail, every inch. The devil was starting to strip the skin of oblivion, stripped to leave only the truth, and that hurt more than anything else.
"Tell me what you think when she walked out the door," said the devil.
"I thought my heart was broken.
"No," the devil, but his voice was hate- that's not what you thought.
He stared at his expressionless eyes, and he was forced to look away.
"I thought, and never know I've been sleeping with her sister.
The devil was dissecting his life, moment by moment, every moment. That lasted a hundred years, or perhaps a thousand, had all the time in the world, and when the end was approaching, he realized that the devil had told the truth: the physical torture had been more bearable.
and over.
And once he had finished, start over again. Only now you know himself than he had ever known, so that somehow made it all even more unbearable.
Now, as he spoke, he hated with all his soul. There was no lies, no evasions, no place for anything other than the pain and anger.
was talking. Had ceased to mourn. And when it was over a thousand years later, he prayed that the demon out to the wall and cogiera skinning knife, pear oral or thumbscrews.
"Again," the devil.
The man began to scream. He was crying a long time.
"Again, again said the devil when he had finished.
was like peeling an onion. This time, in reviewing his life, he realized that everything has its consequences. He saw the result of things he had done, the result of which was not made aware while, the thousand ways that damaged the world, the wrong he had done to people who did not know and with whom he had never encountered. It was the hardest lesson I had learned so far.
"Again," repeated the demon thousand years later.
He squatted next to the hearth, rocking slightly, his eyes closed and told the story of his life, reviving as the counting went from birth to death, without changing anything, without getting anything in the ink, facing everything. He opened his heart wide open. When
finished, he sat there, eyes closed, waiting to hear that voice again: "Again." But the devil was silent. He opened his eyes.
He stood up, slowly. He was alone.
At the opposite end of the room was an open door. A man walked through the door. His face showed fear, and arrogance and pride. The man, who was dressed in expensive clothes, moved a few tentative steps and then stopped.
When he saw the man, he understood everything.
"Here, time is fluid," said the newcomer.
knew it was a demon at the same time she saw him. Just knew, just knew that this place was hell. Neither could have been something else.
The room was long, and the devil waiting beside a smoking brazier at the other end. Of the gray stone walls hung a multitude of objects, objects that would not be wise or comforting close inspections. The ceiling was low, soil, strangely insubstantial.
"Come closer," said the demon, and the man obeyed.
The demon was skinny as a rake and went naked. He had many scars, and it seemed that he had been flayed in the distant past. Nor had ears, or sex. His lips were thin and had an air of ascetic, his eyes were demonic, had seen too much and had gone too far, his eyes made the man feel more insignificant than a fly.
- What will happen now? "She asked.
"Now," replied the devil, in a voice that betrayed no penalty, nor delight, just an outright and outrageous resignation going to be tortured.
- How long?
But the devil just shook his head and did not answer the question. He began to walk slowly along the wall, casting her eyes from object to object. On the far side of the wall near at the closed door, had a whip made of 9 straps bare wires. With a hand that had only 3 fingers, the demon down from the wall and went back to the man, carrying the macabre instrument with great ceremony. Wire straps placed on the hearth and watched how they warmed.
"That is inhumane.
"Yes.
The ends of the straps 9 began to acquire an orange color. While
raised his arm to deliver the first whip, said: "In
some time remember all this dog love, even now.
"You're a liar.
"No," replied the demon. What follows is worse, "he explained, just before the whip.
So whip straps crashed into the man's back, ripping his expensive clothes, burning and strips made contact with incandescent wires, and the man screamed. But it had only just begun.
still waiting on the walls 211 instruments of torture and, in due time, would prove each of them.
When, finally, the daughter of Lazareno, which had come to know very intimately, was cleaned and put back on the wall in the post 212, then with a grimace, he muttered:
"And now what?
"Now," replied the devil, "is when it comes real pain.
And it was.
Everything was done in his life and would have been better to do, every lie that he had told either to himself or others, "every little pain I had inflicted, and large too ... each would be removed from its interior, every detail, every inch. The devil was starting to strip the skin of oblivion, stripped to leave only the truth, and that hurt more than anything else.
"Tell me what you think when she walked out the door," said the devil.
"I thought my heart was broken.
"No," the devil, but his voice was hate- that's not what you thought.
He stared at his expressionless eyes, and he was forced to look away.
"I thought, and never know I've been sleeping with her sister.
The devil was dissecting his life, moment by moment, every moment. That lasted a hundred years, or perhaps a thousand, had all the time in the world, and when the end was approaching, he realized that the devil had told the truth: the physical torture had been more bearable.
and over.
And once he had finished, start over again. Only now you know himself than he had ever known, so that somehow made it all even more unbearable.
Now, as he spoke, he hated with all his soul. There was no lies, no evasions, no place for anything other than the pain and anger.
was talking. Had ceased to mourn. And when it was over a thousand years later, he prayed that the demon out to the wall and cogiera skinning knife, pear oral or thumbscrews.
"Again," the devil.
The man began to scream. He was crying a long time.
"Again, again said the devil when he had finished.
was like peeling an onion. This time, in reviewing his life, he realized that everything has its consequences. He saw the result of things he had done, the result of which was not made aware while, the thousand ways that damaged the world, the wrong he had done to people who did not know and with whom he had never encountered. It was the hardest lesson I had learned so far.
"Again," repeated the demon thousand years later.
He squatted next to the hearth, rocking slightly, his eyes closed and told the story of his life, reviving as the counting went from birth to death, without changing anything, without getting anything in the ink, facing everything. He opened his heart wide open. When
finished, he sat there, eyes closed, waiting to hear that voice again: "Again." But the devil was silent. He opened his eyes.
He stood up, slowly. He was alone.
At the opposite end of the room was an open door. A man walked through the door. His face showed fear, and arrogance and pride. The man, who was dressed in expensive clothes, moved a few tentative steps and then stopped.
When he saw the man, he understood everything.
"Here, time is fluid," said the newcomer.
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