The words filled the screen in an imposing red font. I tossed my controller onto the couch and sighed in frustration.
“What is it like to die in real life?”
Tiamat glanced up from his magazine flicked a forked tongue at me before responding with a sassy quip.
“Well, would you like to find out? I can kill you pretty quick.”
I chuckled, letting the implications slide off my back. I reasserted my question.
“I’d rather you just tell me. I mean, you’re a demon you’ve probably been to hell. What’s it like?”
Tiamat closed his reading material and set it down gingerly on the coffee table. Then he stood and removed his beanie to reveal his stubby horns. Most likely for dramatic effect.
“Imagine this- you’re at a beautiful beach but you forgot to bring sandals. As you walk to the water the sand burns your feet, its really painful. And no matter how much you walk you never seem to get any closer to the water. The whole time you’re thinking about how nice it would be if you could just reach it.”
I winced at the visualization in my mind. In video games I died so often. But it never really carried any weight with me. I wondered if my avatar went to hell for all the fucked up things I made him do.
“So that’s hell?” I asked.
“Nah that’s life, hell is making the same trek but you forgot your bathing suit and your legs have been chopped off.”
“Oh I see.” I gasped in understanding. “Life’s a beach and then you die, only to find yourself on another beach.”
Tiamat threw his beanie back on and nodded in agreement.
I tossed him the controller.
“Wanna see if you can beat my score?”
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