Chapter 3: like the naraka of avici and raurava Sometimes, he thinks: This must be hell. Perhaps he did kill his father. Perhaps he daubed essence of nightshade onto the mouthpiece of his mother's opium pipe. His parents are long dead, and perhaps it was his fault, like his mother always said it would be. But this is not Avici. The sin he has committed must be something far more deplorable than patricide or matricide. Dante wrote of Limbo that the gentlest circle of hell did punish those who resided therein by knowing the grace of God's light without hope of ever having His salvation. Ghetsis knows— This circle of hell should have been the last. That this punishment is far too cruel. If it were last, perhaps God's light would be nothing more than a faint glow, enough to cast shadows onto the cavernous walls, and in so doing, allowing the damned to exist in blissful ignorance, eyes used to only darkness. There is no name for the hell he has been cast into. Sometimes, he thinks he can smell cigarette smoke and roses, and thinks: If I call for her, surely she will come back home.
like the naraka of avīci and raurava
ghetsis/oc | Ch3 | Explicit
#deifanfication | #erisfic | #pokemonfic | #yumesky | #ghetsis
link: archiveofourown.org/works/785749...
![for you, angels have fallen
by AUO
Summary:
[Excerpt from the fic] Eris is his to do with as he pleases. There is no need for shame, for cowardice.
A stronger claim than the Divine Right of Kings, this is the Divine Right of a Father. [End excerpt]
They say a daughter will always break her father’s heart. Rarely does it happen the other way around.
Or— Ghetsis pretends to be someone else to have Xtransceiver sex with his runaway daughter.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:nvjjy6gpqdfb4axefxjbvllr/bafkreiff7c36lvr3b44mhpkynat76mneizckz4ngoceszavm7upcoulqcm)
