Astral Adventure: Hellborn Demon Healer (and Gamer)
Astralled with the intent of finding a Hellborn Demon healer, who had the horns/dark toned skin package (bcuz i want him to be pretty lol), liked video games, and who was from a pacifistic portion of Hell (because I was curious if such places existed). Ended up in some dinky little village, still in the underground portion of Hell. However the ground was a much lighter color red than the deep reds of Deep Hell, and the air felt lighter; I assume I am in one of the upper levels of underground Hell.
Some demon taller than me says “Excuse me, who are you?” I introduce myself, and ask where I am. “You’re in the Upper levels of the Underground portion of Hell, near the border to the Lowborn realms. We try to mimic them, we’re pacifist here- because we’re so close to the border, we’re offered the same protection they are. A lot of the demons who weren’t able to move into the Lowborn realms, for whatever reason, are accepted here and allowed to stay.” I say something about how amazing that is.
“So, why are you here?” I tell him I’m here looking for a hellborn healer. “That’s great!”, he says. He begins walking away and I stand there, confused. After walking a few feet away he stops and turns around, asking “I thought you were going to follow me?” and I’m like “OH yeah.” and go with him.
We arrive at a house which I correctly assume is his. “You should meet my son, he’s a great guy,” he says as he opens the door. It opens into a normal looking living room. Some dude who looks about my age is chilling on the couch playing some sort of video game on the TV. I sit down on the couch to his right, and we make small talk. I learn that he’s playing Crash Bandicoot on a PS2; they have similar levels of technology that humans do, but video games are a luxury because most of their tech goes to agriculture, as underground agriculture is quite difficult without sunlight. His name is R*- and we’re in the town of Rizenahk (Rih-zen-ahk)**. He’s studying to be a healer at the local healing academy, and his dad is one of the top healers teaching there.
From the kitchen, I hear “What do you champs want for dinner?” R asks me if I want anything, and I say I don’t even know what foods they have here. R says “Whatever/It doesn’t matter, Dad.”
R then asks why I’m looking for a Hellborn Demon healer and not, ya know, some angel. I say it’s because I’m a demon myself, and angelic energies tend to make me sick in large amounts which defeats the purpose of healing. He nods and seems to understand what I mean.
My spectral astral form begins to flicker. R asks if I’m okay, and I tell him I’ve been sick for a really long time. Nodding, he says “No wonder you didn’t manage to make more than a spectral form while astralling. It’s pretty unusual for someone to use a purely spectral form.” Then he asks, “Are you going to stick around for much longer? Don’t want to make yourself sicker.” And I say nah, I’m going to leave now. See you next time! He waves goodbye to me and I dissipate my spectral form. I plan on visiting them again sometime.
*Redacted to keep him safe
**Spelling is based on pronunciation.
