ENMFP Volume 2: Chapter Four ~The Scapes and Ships

     Curiosity has a cost. 
    When it comes to space the cost is heavy and sometimes eternal. 

    I was conceived outside of hell, but because of its time and space vortex and me being a baby when they first tried hell torture on me, I kind of got adopted by many things. One was a warning device made by a former heart that had been ripped into a hell, that guarded a vortex of pain and ripping of energy and destiny.

    "Speak to none. Know none. Just wait it out in the spots I tell you to wait." 

    I was young the first time we passed near the dark city and awoke in the tube ship, connected through a cable to my important parts. We floated over and I stared at what was once a booming city called strathome. Now covered with balled cenobites and doctors of the fallen mercury. 

    The seekers and the dwellers in dark curiosities stared back up at us from the surface of the moon ship they were imprisoned on. 

    "What will be of them?" I once yelled to the ones they called Hell pushing my focus back toward the glow I could still see of earth.

    His gleaming metal teeth smiled at me, "Not your concern." Then he slammed the ship back into drive and dove us forward through what most would dred, but I was use to.
    
    You would be surprised at how many things you hate you can get use to slithering around you after a long enough time, especially if you don't know any different. 

    This was supposed to be the best planting that had ever been, and instead I have dwelled in a type of hell since soon after my birth. When that fallen family grabbed me and tried to leave me with a double born sam. 

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    Each ship has a set of scapes, the moon being no different. Its scape is much like Azeroth and a place of elves and humans from long ago. I being part of a moment that happened there, and of the highest human line from there, but my life did not begin there, it began here. 

    The darker parts of the moon's ship have things like hell.
    The "sun" is a ship. It has something like desert on it. Which is like somewhere between with work. He's like a brother to me. 
    Each being that earned a day or is of a certain line and earned a day, has a ship. 
    I have a natural one, because of the lines I am born of and under. 
    My ship magnifies the burn ball of torture my brothers ship hovers over at times, which is also the sun. That is what happened when they tried to split up his aura in an attempt to rule him.

    All the ships bottoms are reflective. 

    There are large ones, small ones like that of the fallen or underground. 
    There is a large one for the underground that looks like a pyramid.