Agents of Hell

Henry Fuseli

Puck was having a troubled sleep. His rest had been blissful until the part when a dream had presented a vision to him of three shadowy figures breaking into Marley's room, and hovering above her bed menacingly.

They were agents of Hell - not of the custodial variety, who care for the destitute souls - but those demons - the hideous variety, that endeavour to draw the hapless and depressed, the barbed and sorely strung, into the abyss.

There are a few sorry souls who pitifully refuse their own salvation. The salve of salvation can only come to those who oscillate along the path of self betterment, and when this instinct has gone, the wretches fall into the company of those woeful dark demons, who, with an iron grip and wilful persuading deride all that is humanly good that's remained.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series