The Gates of Hell

Tales of Poseidonia: The Gates of Hell (Part VII; Chapters 1 thru 4)
By Dennis Siluk

Port of Poseidonia: The Gates of Hell [The Cosmic Lovers] Component One of Two [Chapters 1 thru 4]

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 them—in the depths of Hell and its boundaries. (Part VIl)

The vessel went slow it seemed—it appeared as if there was no wind in the air and the water seemed like syrup, thick with the muck of the world, and thus everything went slower than normal. Phrygian sat down patiently in the middle of the vessel, he lost his exuberance for existence, his contagious ways of persuasion; but the eyes of the crew, everyone to include the oarsman aboard the vessel, became quite jubilant. His love for Ais seemed to occupy him; here he was, going to the pier, to the Gates of Hell, this wasn’t for a days vacation, no, it was for eternity, countless days. He had grown somewhat dependent on her, just the opposite of how he used to be. But this time he noticed she froze, did not say: “I’ll come with you,” even though he wanted to tell her not to, she did it without him saying it. He wanted to be the hero. But now he was no more than a dead lion, with no teeth.

“Got you, didn’t think we’d get you did yaw?” said Buer, a plump demonic being, who was one of the main guards of the towers and walls of hell. He slapped him in the head a little to see if he could annoy him, but the king was not responsive, he was dead to the world, just in some trance.

“You will meet many like you, but you are special, the lost King of Atlantis, they have talked about you for a very long time…!” bellowed Buer again. The king turned about, looked at Buer, he was ugly, fat, with funny big ears, a long nose.