idolpro | side: hell

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side: hell

[ The light which spread everywhere intensifies, gaining not just brightness but color. It focuses with its intensity, golden lines swarming your vision. And where the gold coalesces, it leaves space between with a black that opens out like a sea, sweeping across your vision as your eyes adjust until you can see the truth of your new surroundings.

The golden bars are not the gates that welcomed you in.

They're the bars to a cell you've been dumped in with your unfortunate compatriots. A cell that sits in an inky sea of darkness, broken up not by light across objects in your vision but by brilliant colors each so solid that the darkness cannot cover them up. And, in your vision, guarding the cage is a figure, with six wings, each as golden as the bars. Their eyes are a milky expanse of white-blue light, emanating outwards, like they've caught you in headlights.

A jailer's keyring sits at their waist. ]

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Good.

[ He holds out a hand through the bars, like for John to take. ]

What, no wireless in heaven? The phone is coming here, isn't it?

You go out to the phone.

Right.

[sighs but taking his hand, assuming he's going to be able to walk through the bars now but waiting to get any tug or motion to indicate that]

[ Correct.

With the angel holding his hand, he tugs him through— he passes through the bars without any resistance.

he lets go and walks over to the scanner, to which he peers into with a single glowing eye. A menu pops up, and he selects something and... there's the sensation of being in an elevator, going up— before the door slides open to let John into a telephone booth

The angel stays behind ]