“Ahhh…. they don’t know how lucky they are”
“I don’t even know if we can loose our minds but, I think you my friends are loosing it”
“I mean, look at them… with their little happy lives, time is short and their days are limited - everyone running around pushing and pulling to achieve something far greater than what is, because they know once they are dead no one will remember them and even if they do they themselves will be next”
“they are mortals after all, but i still can’t seem to grasp what you are getting at here”
“don’t you feel like you want to die sometimes”
“that is impossible”
“Centuries go and centuries come and despite it all, we are still doing the same thing over and over again”
“Perhaps that’s the cruelest gift of mortality—they taste every fleeting moment as though it were their last, and yet they beg for more.”
“More? They would trade all their joys for oblivion if only they knew how heavy each breath becomes.”
“Ah, but they do not know weight until they’ve carried it to their grave.”
“True. And we—eternal watchers—have carried every sorrow, every longing, across the centuries.”
“Sometimes I envy them: the sweet ignorance that tomorrow will come, and with it, a chance to begin anew.”
“Envy? I envy their ability to end it all. To shed this endless boredom and burn with a single flame.”
“You speak of death as liberation.”
“And so it is—for them. A mercy we denied long ago.”
“Centuries fold upon themselves, and still we argue the value of a life that cannot end.”
“A life unlived except in the hope of death.”
“They cling to purpose, stacking moments like stones to build some lasting monument.”
“Monuments that crumble, as all things must.”
“Is that why they fear insignificance?”
“Fear and hope are two sides of the same coin—one cast from their womb, the other forged at their pyre.”
“They would gladly trade their hope for our despair, if only they knew how empty our eternity truly is.”
“Perhaps. But let them have their little fires. It makes closing this gate all the sweeter.”
And with a crack that shook the brimstone sky, the hell-fire roared up around them—and the two devils wrenched the great iron doors shut on their eternal argument.