im think of the underworld. If this is what Hell was going to be like, Spyder wasnt sure he could take it. Of course, he was going to be blindfolded so, unlike here, he wouldnt have to actually look at Hell. It was a small comfort, but Spyder was ready for any comfort he could get.
At the far end of the street, Spyder spotted the Black Clerks. At first, he took them to be part of another nightmare and stopped to watch them pulling the guts out of a cop who had been crucified across a writhing pile of drug-starved junkies, their withered limbs (oozing pus and blood from running sores) strained against the barbed wire that held them together. The head Clerk, the one who always held the reptile-skin ledger, looked at Spyder and beckoned him over.
"You are quite a long way from home?" said the Clerk, in his peculiar singsong cadence.
"You see me. I thought you were someones bad dream. "
"Were as real as you?"
"How about him? Is he real, too?" asked Spyder, inclining his head toward the tormented cop.
"He thought he could escape us," said the Clerk. "Sometimes it is not enough to take what is ours from the body, but to insinuate ourselves in the mind and memory. A warning and object lesson for others? This is our burden. "
Spyder started to walk away.
"I hope you arent running away, trying to cheat providence?"
"No way, Jos2e Im true blue," said Spyder.
"You dont wish to stay and watch us work?"
One of the Clerks had placed an elaborate metal brace into the policemans open mouth and was studiously sawing off his lower jaw.
"Why would I want to see that?"
"Because youre lying. And most people want to k
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