The Devil sat in a great throne room staring at the ceiling of his castle one day. He was not sitting on the giant black throne that was the rooms only apparent feature other than the main entrance. No, in fact he was sitting beside it on the floor. For today the devil was very bored. No great men had died for a very long time. It seemed to the Devil that the longer time went on the less great men seemed to find their way down into the depths of hell. The Devil, after a long period of time, finally shifted his weight and stood up upon his dark thin legs and strood torwards the entrence to his throne room.
If one was standing outside the great castle Liberum, that sits at the center of hells greatest city, as the Devil made his exit. I don’t doubt one would of seen a tall dark figure. This beast would of had long and powerful arms and legs with almost a sickening thin appearence. On top of this he would of had long unkempt raven black hair and eyes to match. He would of been garbed in a thin almost clear dark cloak that would of started at his neck and ended slightly before his ankels. However above all else. Above his thin skin and his long finger nails, you would of noticed the greatest look of furstrated boredome on this fallen princes face. For this wretched creature had gone from standing before infinite intelligence and entertainment to spending his eternal life with lesser creatures. However very few people ever dared to approach the gates of the castle of Liberum, so not a soul could of seen this figure exiting the fortress.
As the Devil strode through the city that surrounded his great fortress he saw many of the other creatures that had been damned to live in his world. Although the numbers were vast not a single one of them could offer him a moment of reprieve from his prison of boredom. After a short distance had been reached the Devil came to the entrence to a a building where just outside the door frame there was a table with three seats. In two of these three seats two creatures sat vividly staring at one another. They seemed completely lost in their gazes and something in their eyes attracted the Devil to them. As the Devil walked torwards them they stopped their conversation and gave their attention to him once he was upon them. ‘May I join you?’ requested the Devil to these two creatures. Thre creatures looked at one another, looked back to the Devil and the short and hairless one offered his hand in the direction of the third chair at the table.
As the Devil collected himself into the seat he was offered he re-evaluated the two creatures in his company. ‘I know that neither of you may speak, for that is the price of my home’ said the Devil. ‘In this place no communication through letters or sounds may be made’, ‘This being said’, Spoke the Devil. ‘Why do you two stare at one another with such great intensity?’ ‘Could it be I missed a single way to communicate with another creature in this wretched place?’. The two creatures simply looked at one another with the same vivid gaze and looked back to the Devil. The Devil sighed and slumped in his chair, for the Devil knew that they had not. However the reasoning behind their interest in one another puzzled him very much. To this extent the Devil tried to remember what these creatures were. The Devil lifted his gaze and stared at the two creatures. ‘You are both men?’ the Devil said. The lively movements and expressions of the two men proved the Devil’s statement correct. ‘Yes, yes’ said the devil, ‘I remember you both now’. ‘You’ the Devil spoke, ‘You are Mahatma Gandhi’. ‘Yes!’ roared the Devil, almost to a point of interest. ‘You are one of the most interesting people here’. The Devil quickly turned to the other and almost screamed. ‘And you! You are Albert Einstein!’. The Devil sat up perfectly upright in his chair and gazed at the two beaming faces of two of mans greatest specimens. ‘Both of you where leaders and pioneers to your race, I can not help but imagine being in one another’s presence here must be invigoration for you both’. ‘Yes! I know’ said the Devil. ‘We shale talk of the great deeds both of you have done in your plane!’ ‘I remember admiring both of you before your plane ever came into existence!’ ‘Yes, yes, speak up now’ cried the Devil. ‘Speak of the deeds you both have done and tell me stories of your lives in your plane before you came here!’ The Devil gazed at these men with intensity doubtless born of infinite boredom and dull eons. However neither of these men spoke. The Devil then remembered the cost of the place he stood. The Devils eyes then regained their look of boredom. The Devil stood from his chair at the table, and started to stride off back towards his fortress, without saying a word.
When the Devil finally sat back upon his throne he sat in deep reflection. He could not understand why the two men he had just seen existed in his plane, after all, they were great men. Although he had once seen the types of creatures that existed in the plane of infinite intelligence and entertainment. They were not of the same quality as the two men he had seen at the table. ‘Perhaps, just perhaps’ thought the Devil, ‘I would be more bored there than I am here’. ‘After all!’ said the Devil, ‘A meal is only as great as the company it is eaten with!’
And so the Devil sat upon his throne, in face of yet another eternity with a slightly more entertained glint in his eye.