Port of Poseidonia: Hells Dilemma [Prince Phrygian
Let us not all believe Atlantis and its demonic forces did not have its secrets, and dark powers, for it surely did. And this sketch will bring forth, some of themin the depths of Hell and its boundaries. (Part VIll)
[Summery King Phrygian, was assigned to the environment, the surrounds of Mount Hades, in the hilly region of Hell, within the deep, lower part of the crust of the earth. Aon, now had Queen Ais, as his lover and mistress, in the waters of he Great Gulf of the Underworld; Anases, the gifted scribe was still in the underwater, inner core of the mountain, location where Atlantis was buried. Agaliareptthe henchman of Hell, had taken back his command, for he was High Priest of Atlantis for a long period of time. Belphegor, the King of the Demons, was here and there, between Hell and Earth; Ephialtes, the hero of Hell, at least for the time being, trader to the Greeks and the King of Atlantis, wa s a special guard, similar to Buer, and Gywan. Tyrthe imp, was about, between earth and checking off and on within the interior of Hell, on Phrygian, for some odd reason he took a personal interest in him.
1 Hells Dilemma
It was grandiose and evil rulership that got King Phrygian into the position he was now in, a slave to the whims of Hell, and all its Superior Officers; he could have been one, had he turned in his wife, over to the Officer of Hell, or had he just left the bet with Belphegor alone, there might not have been any animosity; but he didnt.
If he could masquerade under a new name in Hell he would have, for all knew the King of Atlantis in Hell, his reputation paved the way for him. Some of the other kings were in a vault, a frozen one with worms all over them, others were elsewhere. But he was cast to the wastelands by Mount Hades; for the pleasures of man and beast, yet he was not in the vaults of the cold worms that were good he thought. By and by, Tyr could keep an eye on him this way, and who knows, Hell may have had other plans for him, he would find out soon.
After a while, his face was starting to look as gruesome as everyone elses he thought, as he looked about, looked about as he sat on a favorite rock up high on the mountain looking into a mirror reflections, looking into old polished stones; also looking down from a dwelling, a adobe type dwelling in the side of the mountain, where he could sleep, on the side of the cliffs some 7,000-feet high, so now he could see far off into a skyless Hell. It was an open air-deck type dwelling; Mount Hades was a monument to Hells scenery.
There was a sour note to the Kings being thrown into this dramatically unbecoming lifestyle, that is to say, others were thinking: here was a king that did as he was told by the underworld, and this is what he got for his reward. Then there was the reverse of these others that were saying: he should not have defied Hell by trying to save his wife. And so this gave a lot of food for thought within the ranks of Hell.
Thought Agaliarept: there could be, be a reprieve on this matter in a hundred years or so, and let those who are thinking of rebelling, the potential mutineer that is, the dissenters, have a finality to this situation, hence, put this matter to rest [? once and for all. Yes he concluded he would let the Officers of Hell, the high ranking ones anyway, know this was on his mind; nothing written in stone, but on his mind.
2 Prince Phrygian
When the king was young, I mean when he was a prince in Atlantis, his Archkingdom was a grand oasis to him; everything at his fingertips. He was once even married to a young princess who bore him a child by the name of Ampara; whom was his second wife, his first love though was Lailis (and we all know his third love, Ais), and when he ran off, ran away to marry Lailis at a very young age, Lailis whom was only a maiden fro m Noomin the heartland of Atlantiswhere her girlfriend Xilvaa also lived, the shepherdess with bright blue eyes, like herself, both would gaze into the skies on a warm summers day: and during one of those daysshe met the prince of Atlantis, Phrygian, and they both fell madly in love.
His father, the King of Atlantis at the time chased them to the Fountain of Ddath, where they both drank from the fountain its poisonous waters, lest they be separated during life, they chose death (the king wanting to stop the ongoing relationship).
As a result, the young prince drank it just like she did, and when the King arrived, the two bodies laid side by side. Only one was alive, and barley alive and only a few breaths left to his physical placement of his souls. Xilvaas father had notified the King of this courtship and was given a generous reward for doing so. Ay, but the king had seen his sons chest move, just a little, then he prayed to the demonic forces of Hell, he p rayed right to Satan himself, and was sent Belphegor, who sucked the poison out of his sons body in a moments time, and drained the blood of a peasant man to strengthen his body back up, and there the King and Belphegor let the body of the woman rot, and here was the beginning of a long and close relationship with Atlantis and Hells Henchmen.
3 Ais Says
Ais thought she had seen the king in her mindAon was restraining her in the waters around Atlantis, There he is, she said, as Aon stopped his playing, restraining.
There he was! Then wasnt! Then was! Then wasnt! Was! Her thoughts were like a log bobbing up and down in the river.
A trick of the mind, Aon said with disgust, and annoyance; try hard not to visualize your dead husband, for hell has no heart to give back what it receives.
4 Phrygian Thinking
The king had many thoughts the following years about Ais, along the paths he walked in Hell; during his sleeping time on the rim of th e mountain, on the hills; sleeping like a dog or pig wherever, however he could; sometimes stuffing himself with worms just to get a taste of somethinghe thought of her.
At times the king seemed silly unto himself; a madman might have said the same thing. There were moments when men and men, women and women, men and women got like that to each other in Hell. People scattered all about, here and there. The king was doing a lot of thinking, definitely, but not getting anywhere in particular with it, it did fill up the boredom he would have had.
In his thoughts, unfaithful thoughts about his Ais, his Queen, he had unfaithful thoughts of her, hed cried a curse to his her for she was in it, cursed his breath for she had felt it, cursed his eyes for she had touched them, then walked in the mud and swamps that surrounded the area, trying to clean his dirt with dirt. His loss of all things was a murmur on his lips, his feverish lips constantly.
The king had sor es all over his body, a body that seemed to be physical, and could materialize somewhat, and had he gone to earth as a spirit form, he would had been able to materialize for a moment, it was just easier to form mass in this underworld, but not the organs as humanity had. Hence, these sores on his body left a faint smell in his nostrils like decayed eggs, rutting eggs.
Hell gave everyone time to dream(as it did for the king), which was their companion, as were the thieves and prostitutes all around the king of Atlantis. He was with his kind, what could he saylike unto like; the king was what he himself would have called cynical, but that was being cured. Yes, he was, used to be, a bandy rooster, a roster that strutted, but he didnt anymore. Would Heaven be boring like so many said in jest, he doubted it now for this was the ends of all ends of the line for humanity: better to be a demon on earth he murmured out loud, than a king on a dung-heap in hell, something of tha t sort, although I dont think he had dung-heap, in his vocabulary. Then the king, in a buzz, and humming mood, hummed out the lyrics of a song he had made up to his beloved Atlantis, in the mist of spring time:
April in Atlantis [From the King of Atlantis, while in Hell
It is April in Atlantisthe bridges are chilled, the wines are distilled. And down the canal in The Gardens of Poseidon, the pigeons harvest corn; the bronze horses stare; still distant (above waters of peril) rest temple grounds, and uncouth, uncrowned, the lyrist sounds. Yes! Atlantis in April is toxic, with time, with its islands of stone and grandeurs signs.
Bye, my esteemed friend, Atlantis, this April morning day, with narrow, crowed streets to guided my way, and arches with imprinted golden-carved tales. Good-bye, my spoiled Atlantis, I am bound in Hell.
by King Phrygian
In hell the days passed, they are too much alike he told himself; he framed them in his mind, said aga in, they are too much alike,the days, an imagined experience is not like the same as one actually gone through (as in the days of being king of Atlantis), but it was something.
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Author:: Dennis Siluk
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