closer, Spyder could see umbilicals running into their empty skulls. All their mouths were propped open with pockmarked mesh screens and tinny music flowed out. Polkas. African tribal dances. New Orleans jazz. Techno, and a dozen other styles Spyder couldnt identify.
"You opening a theme park or something?"
"You looking for a job for eternity?"
"Seriously, whats with all the urban renewal? Whyd you fill in the razor pits back there? And what the hell are you building over there?"
Spyder pointed to a what looked like a boarded-up mine entrance in the distance, but it was not like any Earthly mine. This entrance went up for miles, and the planks covering it could each have represented a whole forest-worth of trees. The metal beams that buttressed the planks could each have been melted down and provided enough steel for a battle ship.
"Thats always been like that, even before we were here. They didnt bother finishing Hell before they cast us down here. Its very rude, I think," said Ashbliss. "As for the razor pits, they were fun, but never necessary. We had to clear the land for the project. "
"Which project would that be?"
"The only project. The only one Lucifer and the other master demons care about, at least. "
"And that is…??"
"Heaven," said Ashbliss. "Were building Heaven. "
"Interesting. I kind of thought there already was a Heaven. And they kicked your sorry asses out. "
"Thats Gods Heaven. This one is for us. "
"I get it. God looks down and sees your new and improved Heaven and slaps his forehead, realizing you fallen angels were right all along. Then, bang!, you win the argument.
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