He mentally searched all of the immediate realms and enquired at the Grand Lodge also, where one did know, and answered: "yes... he is in Hell".
"How can this be so?"
Puck fretted greatly at this thought, which stung, for Puck had loved this mortal for his bold thinking and scholarly ways.
He immediately packed to go back down there.
The road appeared to be more congested than usual - moribund with harrowed and pitiful wraiths - embellished with pride yet withered by selfishness. No one seemed to see him as he passed by the great line trudging slowly towards the fateful gate - a stretch that was half a million or so.
The Ape at the post belched and closed his eyes when he saw Puck approaching. Puck bowed slightly, ignoring the fact that he himself was being snubbed.
This Gatekeeper - named Silius - refused to listen to him.
Puck spoke ignoring the attitude saying:
"I have come to find Master Paracelsus who I believe to be in your care."
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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