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Character(s): Duma, anyone
Content: An Angel appers, lost, confused and depressed.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Midday, week 27
Warnings: None


Duma was lost. He had come through the gate that had been created in every plane by Lucifer, but he had not ended up where he expected to be. He had not ended up anywhere he recognised at all.
Duma had followed Lucifer through the gate... He had followed Lucifer. Duma let his head drop. He may have been millenia too late, but he was finally fallen. Although, maybe fallen wasn't the right word. Stepped back was a better word, stepped back and let Remiel do what he had wanted all along, to be ruler of Hell, to redeem lost souls though punishment and pain.
Duma had grown his flowers and not spoken to Remiel and sided with Lucifer and left.

Now he did not know where he was. He fancied that he might be in Lucifer's creation, in which case he had a feeling he would die rather quickly. But were that the case, where was the Lightbringer himself? The building in front of him reminded Duma of the tales he had heard of Faerie. And the Gates reminded him both of Hell, and of Heaven. The flames belonged to Hell, but the golden colour brought back images of the Silver City, of silence and contemplation, of kneeling with Raphael and learning about pain and healing and making things grow.
A sad smile flickered to Duma's face.

He decided to walk to the gate, almost ready to try the Hell-Key in the lock, before it became obvious to him it wouldn't fit.
A man behind the counter asked him his name, and merely sighed when Duma didn't answer. Instead he handed the angel a journal and waved him through. Duma took the strange device. 'Perhaps' the thought 'This is another kind of key.'

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That was a complicated question. "I do not know what this place is," came the answer. "It is called Paixao. Many people are drawn here, from many worlds." Yorda looked up at him, a little confused. "There is a park," she told Duma, showing him the map function on his journal and pointing out the Jogo da Crianca. "It is there, but the plants here are strange." Odd, metal trees with jeweled leaves and flowers, none of which grew. She knew that outside of the city, things grew, but for one reason or another, there were no natural plants within the city.