Beginnings (4 of 5)
Thursday, August 10, 2006
"What are these 'morous' things?" Sister Josephine asked as she unlocked the door to the clock tower.
"'Mori' is the plural" Dante sighed to himself - definitely a crime against humanity. "Like man, angels were gifted with free will. Occasionally one does something to piss off the big guy, and gets punished. Some of them, the really nasty ones, are referred to as the mori. Typically they did stuff like murdered other angels or committed acts of genocide against man or set up their own little cults." Dante turned on his torch and looked around inside. The destruction from earlier looked worse then he'd remembered.
"So they're demons?"
"Well, technically no. They weren't part of the Fall, they weren't imprisoned in Hell. But practically speaking, they're just a different kind of demon. Think of the mori as serial killers to Lucifer's band of revolutionaries. After you."
"If they aren't in hell, where are they?" Josephine's eyes met Dante's as she moved past him, an innocent smile on her face.
"Each morous is imprisoned in what's referred to as a 'chrysalis', which are essentially individual mini hells. Although really, Hell is a large chrysalis with lots of occupants - angels have been going bad since long before the Fall. Aside from their size, the other real difference is that chrysalises are physical things on Earth. To use a slightly more Dr Who explanation, they're a bit like the TARDIS - a pocket dimension inside a much smaller, mundane object. Of course, how small these things are on the outside and how big they are on the inside is a bit unclear."
"And you think that one of these serial killer demons managed to escape from its prison cell?"
"Essentially. The city's extending the subway network at the moment, and one of the new tunnels passes straight under St Mark's. I suspect the workers must have accidentally broken open a chrysalis."
"So why do you think this creature is still here? Surely it would have fled the moment it was free"
"Well, my guess would be that after a few thousand years of being trapped inside a small box, it probably needs some time to recover and adapt to the new world. And it's prepared to kill to keep itself hidden. But you'd know that better than me."
Sister Josephine turned around and came face to face with Dante's revolver.
"'Mori' is the plural" Dante sighed to himself - definitely a crime against humanity. "Like man, angels were gifted with free will. Occasionally one does something to piss off the big guy, and gets punished. Some of them, the really nasty ones, are referred to as the mori. Typically they did stuff like murdered other angels or committed acts of genocide against man or set up their own little cults." Dante turned on his torch and looked around inside. The destruction from earlier looked worse then he'd remembered.
"So they're demons?"
"Well, technically no. They weren't part of the Fall, they weren't imprisoned in Hell. But practically speaking, they're just a different kind of demon. Think of the mori as serial killers to Lucifer's band of revolutionaries. After you."
"If they aren't in hell, where are they?" Josephine's eyes met Dante's as she moved past him, an innocent smile on her face.
"Each morous is imprisoned in what's referred to as a 'chrysalis', which are essentially individual mini hells. Although really, Hell is a large chrysalis with lots of occupants - angels have been going bad since long before the Fall. Aside from their size, the other real difference is that chrysalises are physical things on Earth. To use a slightly more Dr Who explanation, they're a bit like the TARDIS - a pocket dimension inside a much smaller, mundane object. Of course, how small these things are on the outside and how big they are on the inside is a bit unclear."
"And you think that one of these serial killer demons managed to escape from its prison cell?"
"Essentially. The city's extending the subway network at the moment, and one of the new tunnels passes straight under St Mark's. I suspect the workers must have accidentally broken open a chrysalis."
"So why do you think this creature is still here? Surely it would have fled the moment it was free"
"Well, my guess would be that after a few thousand years of being trapped inside a small box, it probably needs some time to recover and adapt to the new world. And it's prepared to kill to keep itself hidden. But you'd know that better than me."
Sister Josephine turned around and came face to face with Dante's revolver.
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