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"do you want me to start the log or should i?"

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............Sigh.

It was work time yet again for Marchosias, and he just didn't feel like being here, as usual. Day in and day out he would assist Minos with sending each helpless soul to their designated circle. It was boring to Minos, but seeing all the people coming in... well, it made the already hopeless Marc feel even more like there was no chance for any humans anymore.

He leaned back in his seat, he was sitting at one of the many places in the area that looked out over the Court Room if you will. His gaze went upward, staring at the sky as usual, the darkened clouds and the constantly falling bodies left much to be desired.

He could hear the constant, 'ah, treachery.... mm... greed.... perhaps- lust?' coming from Minos a little ways away from him. The king was practiced and precise, but Marchosias could tell Minos was bored with his work as well.]

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[ Phenex catches up and leans in to whisper, ] I might give you something nice.

[ She stops both of them and looks at the sky. Although she doesn't show it, she's concerned about the weather. The temperature, too - if there's anything she hates, it's the cold. ]

Do you want to go on foot? I prefer to fly before it starts pouring.

[ But before she spreads her wings, she hears a cry. ]

[give him something nice? He's a bit confused at that, wondering what she could possibly offer. At her words of flying though he tilts his head a little. He has wings in that other form of his, but he can't use them to fly. It's almost like sick torture that way, the urge and the want to soar above the clouds but unable to.]

Sure.... I'm not a fan of getting all wet either.

[His train of thought is cut off though thanks to that cry. He hears it all the time in limbo, the babies sent here always sadden him. For some reason he's walking over to the source of that sound, curious.]

[ Needless to say, Phenex follows him until they both hear the cry loud and clear. Her eyes widen when she sees a small infant lying on the cold ground. ]

Shh, shh... [ This is all she can do to pacify the baby as she approaches her. Her smile, although of joy, is also that of sadness. If only she could hold the child without the fear of burning her in her arms. ]

Oh, she's beautiful.

[ Words are never enough, however. She nods at Marc, urging him to come and pick the baby up. ]

[He feels a mixture of emotions as well. While it is indeed a sight to see such a child, he has to remind himself that this isn't paradise, this is the inferno where these children will never be satisfied, never find comfort and will never grow up. They'll be forced to cry here all alone for all eternity, merely because they had not had a chance to be baptized. Marc wonders what kind of cruel God would allow such torment to an infant.

As he pondered this he just looked at Phenex for a moment before kneeling down and picking the child up, careful to treat it properly. He craddled it as he stood up straight again, staring down at the child and a small smile crept up to his face.]

I wonder what name this child had.... [before it died and was sent here. That smile went away and was replaced with a slight scowl.]

She couldn't have had one, right? [ She points out gently, yet cruelly: ] Only those who accept God have those.

[ The smile on her face never fades away, hiding how painful the truth is to her. Be it human or angel, God didn't give second chances. But... she knows Marc won't be happy if she ended on that note. She peers at the infant from behind him. ]

It's not too late to give her one.

...Right.

[The parents probably did have a name picked out though, and before they could have properly given it to her, she had died. It was all far too cruel- this baby never had a chance to start life and yet it was already down in hell.

How he hated this place and all its inhabitants.

He glanced over at her though, taking her words into consideration. He nodded a bit, looking back at the crying child.]

What do you think would be a good one?

[ Phenex taps her chin in thought. She's never named a child before. What do humans often name their children, anyway? She never paid attention to such matters - they didn't concern her. ]

... Marchiosias the Second.

[ SHE'S NOT TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY!!!

is what most people would say, but she isn't the type to make a joke at this time. ]

[...Marc shoots her a glare before he goes back to staring down at the baby.]

That's hardly a girl name. Aren't other females supposed to be good at naming things?

I'm naming her in your honor. Aren't you pleased? Don't humans name their children like that?

[ She huffs. ] I suppose I can drop the second S.

Do I look human to you?

[her name sucks so hard.]

...What about Obdulia? "She who takes away sadness and pain" ...I believe.

[he's reaching down and grabbing some Latin here.]

This place does need someone to brighten in up once in a while... Even if it isn't a place for such things.

[ Hell was meant for punishment. She hasn't forgotten that. ]

I like it.

I'm so glad you do.

[his voice is as dry as ever.

But.... now what. What to do with the child?]

....We should get going, don't you need to get down to the lower levels?

[even so, he doesn't really want to leave the child, but he knows he'll have to.]

I spent so much time coming up with a name, I almost forgot! [ She laughs, but it's true that she does think this was somewhat troublesome. But you can't just leave a child out there in the rain, can you? ] We need to find a place for her.

Where do you think?

[a pause...]

...We're not bringing her to the next circle, you know that's lust.

I know that! [ She looks away at keeps her mind occupied by looking for anything with a roof. ]

I just need a place to keep her safe and dry. [ It's dark, so she lights a fire in her hand. ] Is it alright to bring her where the philosophers live?

[Marc holds her in a little better position, her head now resting against his shoulder. Surprisingly enough, she's not crying or anything.]

....They... might not like that but- we can try at least. I don't think they'd mind too much.

If not then, oh well. Not like I care that much.

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