The Mood was Grim

Puck's hair had slowed its growing, the distress had worn him down. Even though he was ageless, his energy was very low. Partly this was due to a depleted morale, yet mostly because of the effect the thousands of gamers had on his vitality, disturbing his psyche by targeting him daily and blasting him with their virtual weapons. Puck was sensitive to the thoughts of others and this attention was powerfully destructive.

Pepper's own hair had blanched to a strawberry blonde in empathy for her brother. Her days were filled with working on deliveries for the farm and helping out where she could. She was hopeful for a holiday some time soon.

The mood was grim. Puck saw the human world through only dark glasses and he was horrified. Demons were everywhere riding on the backs of men - literally these invisible wraiths suckled the vitality of desires, feeding from the demise of the mortals that bore them. Scrawny ghouls fixed themselves to the unaware souls, who behaved in turn, very badly. Manners and morals faded from importance. Power and standing became supreme.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Three out of Four Citizens

Goober was managing the seed bank and had difficulty in recent days with the Opiate Goonies - a family of dark beings who were standing over him continuously, urging the farm to distribute their stock. Both Puck and Goober agreed that they did not want this association - but the Opiates were too far gone to hear their refusal.

The Empire of WAR had tripled its holdings and now  everywhere were registered members. WAR had become increasingly accepted and identification stringers had replaced passports, making citizenship global.

The World Parliament began from a consolidation of countries that took fiscal responsibility to decide refugee migrations, resource allocations, and debt. However, the humanitarian concerns were traded for commercial profits, when WAR management bought their way into the system and the moral high ground sank quickly, alongside those lands sodden with flood.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Heaven Itself is Just a Little Less than Perfect

Heaven itself is just a little less than perfect: for perfection, by self-definition, is a static condition, and anything truly static has deceased its purpose.

For Heaven to incorporate change or development, there needs be something to change, someone to improve - very little is static or null in the broader Cosmos, and that which is, is not talked of, or thought about, by those who know of it.

Brogan's recovery would take longer yet - needing a soothing time bolstered with Angelic counsel.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

The Hall of Healing Dreams

Worldly time can go by very quickly if you are not paying attention to it - especially when you dwell within the Spiritual Worlds.

In the meanwhile, Marley had experienced three broken relationships, each with men who had seemed so right for her to begin with, who had then became intolerable, soon after.

Brogan had been recovering in the hall of healing dreams, enwrapped in visions of what his life might have been.

He was conscious for a short while when Puck had helped to bring him around, but the shock of the violence he had met with in death, kept fracturing his awareness, and he needed a period of remedial help - some salve for the soul, to become whole again.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

A Princely Race with Superlative Powers

The endurance of the consciousness and the being of Man impressed Puck completely. He believed that the Kingdom of Man was truly a princely race with superlative powers - undeveloped as yet when compared to his race - but nonetheless they were trying hard, and he had faith in them. The Fey world however, was divided on this matter.

The wound in Brogan's head rapidly sealed over, and he looked almost new again. He then rolled onto his back, looked up into the face before him and instantly fell in love.

Puck had that effect on most folk he saved - it just couldn't be helped.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Spiritual Shock

Brogan was suffering from spiritual shock. When Jet had attacked him, his day had turned into night so very fast and his out-of-body experience had ended with a total disassociation from his self and from everything else.

Puck had seen this before - it was unnerving to find the spirit so pitifully sad.

He placed one hand on Brogan's shoulder and one over his heart, and said quietly, yet firmly:

"Brogan, you have walked the Ages and survived all conflicts to find this to be true:
That your Spirit is permeable yet durable.
Neither one thing, nor any being can extinguish your knowing, your passion, or your love.
Wake now and talk to me as I have waited eons for this moment that you might speak".

Of course it had not really been aeons ... more exactly several minutes, but Puck felt that the words were appropriate to the first part, and the rest had been no exaggeration.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Karma is Entirely Real

Karma is entirely real and in time Jet would come to experience the pain he had caused others on so many levels.

But the pathetic tragedy of Murder itself lies in the fact that it is not ever an act of Karma in the first instance - it is never destined or recourse - never a consideration of the fates or redeemable directly.

Murder and suicide cannot be planned for within the destinies; for turning against life is unconscionable to all Life.

Murder interrupts the workings of the inner spirit most terribly for those who suffer the unforeseen.

And so, it was never 'meant' that Jet had turned his jealousy of Brogan into a violence: placing him limply curled inside a fruit picker's crate, dumped into a sand pit at the mines – so that he now, was never to become the husband he was to have been, to Marley.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series