In the following days, they would eat themselves as if there was something corrupting them: their desire for each other. In truth, the main desire was that meaning to being close to each other. What is more, every demon would hear their moans and screams. After all, it really affected Basil the way he got his new spirit. In that regard, his mental space had expanded to being a multiverse, dying and rebirthing, repairing the foundations of Basil in an eternal and nothingness way.
Basil: we should get going: this hell ring has become mine. In a few months, I will have enough power to come back here and own everything that I could actually see. Even so, nothing could be further from the truth. This space has become messy and nothing seems to be what it was. Initially, it was not what the creator meant it to be, but it was perfect in its own way. Now, I have disbanded from its function… so this is my fault. The fire in my heart has become white and black as much as my eyes are. Anyway, nothing could change it the way I did, so let us get done with this.
In his own way, Basil used his new spirit, restabilising the order of the ninth circle of hell and what it could be done in regard to its own function as long as these tortured souls could reach the depths of their sins. As he put the powerful gigantic sword into the ninth circle of hell. On his way to do it, he gave his last glance at hell and then gripped the sword to make the hell circle cry in pain, making the monster appear again as if they had never gone away. Knowing this, we could actually change what it has been done to overtake the main points and how we could see the eternal fire.
But love that we make is always new. That said, Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. So Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere that we did not know at the beginning. In that regard, We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life as long as we see what's worth looking at. Therefore, We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness for it is the ultimate glory of life.
Veronika: you have established a new order in hell: you are the best, my husband. This is not enough for those who have lived millions of eons. At least, you should make this known to your ancestors. The reason why they cannot do this is because they have been put through a restriction by the king of hell. As for how it could work, it mainly affects the way the live and dream… but NO! this should not happen. The king of hell may have noticed the use of this. Now, everything could change the way we see other people. The ninth circle was suspended from working for a few seconds. This said, we should go NOW!
As he heard this, they started running without any direction. the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern. In his mind, a world of explosing was going through renewal and his sword had acquired the power of endless darkness and eternal fire. As they got close to the entrance of the second circle, they started remembering something that other may actually regret: Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don't cheat with it that the marine dealt with. At birth, we are given a role, but in roots, we come all from the situation, this is more than a dream: it should be the teaching that could actually change your life for the grace of your life.
They could actually see one of the best animals in hell behemoth, sleeping before the gates of hell. In this way, that counting of the circle got to shrink: Out of the sea will rise Behemoth and Leviathan, and sail 'round the high-pooped galleys... Dragons will wander about the waste places where this hell had bid the hosts of those who dream, and the phoenix will soar from her nest of fire into the air so everything shall become what it once was. Anyway, we shall lay our hands upon the basilisk, and see the jewel in the toad's head that dwells on the past that has been long gone in the oblivion of fate. That said, champing his gilded oats in the cosmic destiny of souls, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be