...There's nowhere else to go. The City is all that is. To go to the Outskirts is like spreading your arms and welcoming one hundred different types of pain and suffering.
[Sounds like the trek between the eight layers of the Devildom and the human world, but a little more immediate. Like maybe the layer of suffering below the Devildom itself.]
Mn. Sounds like the depths of hell.
What exactly does this City do, then? How is it succeeding somewhere in a place meant for suffering?
[ACTUALLY DOESN'T REALIZE BEEL IS TALKING ABOUT HIS PLACE...]
...It's headed by a number of corporations. Each corporation acts as a "Wing", almost like a governing power, to their own District. It may be a horrible machine, but its well-oiled for what it is.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[He repeats, dully - he knows that some powers come with downsides, and it seems strength mixed with hunger is no grand combination.]
[Beel, Beel, Beel. What to do with you.]
No. It's a place built on the backs of people who've died to make itself succeed. Nothing as peaceful as this.
no subject
Is it somewhere you like calling home? Or is it just where you happen to be for now?
[It doesn't sound like a pleasant place with the bare bones that Vergilius is giving. But neither did the Devildom.]
no subject
[It really is not! IT'S NOT A GREAT PLACE.]
no subject
Mn. Sounds like the depths of hell.
What exactly does this City do, then? How is it succeeding somewhere in a place meant for suffering?
no subject
[ACTUALLY DOESN'T REALIZE BEEL IS TALKING ABOUT HIS PLACE...]
...It's headed by a number of corporations. Each corporation acts as a "Wing", almost like a governing power, to their own District. It may be a horrible machine, but its well-oiled for what it is.