Stonehenge
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So... what was Stonehenge for then? - I ask in sneaky voice.
Who else would know then not a devil himself? He did say any topic, plus
an “honest” conversation - and I still had a million more debate questions to ask him.
He narrows his eyes and stares at me like I’m the evilest creature in the world.
Like I’m the troublemaker and he has to suffer.
Well? - I ask slowly, trying not to sound too smug about it... and stop from smiling like a complete idiot.
His eyebrows furrow and his fingers start to tap against his throne. He looks displeased, to say the least. A couple of more seconds past, while the tapping increases. And then he closes his eyes and sighs.
Fine if you insist. What exactly interests you?
Everything.
I say without hesitation. This was going to be good. In my imagination,
I could see the universe’s secrets unravel before me.
It was a game... - he starts, then groans again.
A game? You mean...
The stories are fake. There is no deeper or bigger meaning to it. They’re just a bunch of rocks...
He says and stares at me as if he’s hoping I will drop the subject.
Okay, one more time... just to be clear. When you say “game”? - I ask suspiciously.
I literary mean that... game... play... ententertainment and so on. Satisfied? - \
His voice starts to get groggy. He sounds even more annoyed than usual.
Not in the slightest. What’s the big deal anyway. I need the FULL story.
I wasn’t there to name the specific, but there are rumors...
What kind of rumors?
It suffices to say that the Bronze Age, was a boring one... and even the underground beasts need some entertainment.
Oh just tell me ! - I almost shout.
Fine! The Devils were playing Jenga Tower.
What? - I ask in disbelief - Did you just say...
They were playing...
I heard you. But that’s impossible. Even if it were true, it doesn’t even look like...
I didn’t say they were good at it... - he says with a smirk.
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Rumor has it... part 2
Tell me... - I say, preparing myself for whatever was coming.
You haven’t said the magic word.
He lifts his eyebrow like a bad villain from a black and white movie... all that’s missing now are a pair of long mustache on his face.
Please..? - I ask, shaking my head.
No... Where are we, on Mars...? The magic word is “Oh hail, the great one. The master of the underground and beyond... or PLEASE, if you feel too bashful about my dashing physic and outstanding charisma.
I roll my eyes and just state - please continue.
Fine, If I must - he sits more comfortably in his chair and takes a dramatic break - The devils did play with rocks, that’s true... but there is also a pre-rumor.
Oh?
Indeed, apparently the old Gabe from heavens above... is a little self-loving snob and in reality, under his facade, he’s a real as... - he smiles at me wider, prolonging the silence- ...asymmetrical being.
Very smooth... and then ?
It seems that our fellow, is into the property in the good area and decided, he should have a little Villa in the very very old England.
Oh, come on? That can’t be even remotely...
Allas it is true - he smile’s stretches out endlessly.
Ok, for argument’s sake.
No arguments. He builds himself a little shack made of stone until it almost hits the lowest of clouds... a stuck-up, do-gooder... anyway. He builds it, people start to worship him, jatajata... blah blah... safe to say there were a lot of property claims, when people noticed that the tower started to cover the sun... there was talk about infuriating the Nature Gods... so on, so on... rebellion broke and someone upstairs got a tiny-winy upset... and the tower fell to the ground, so much for just one language option. People are so demanding when it comes to Real Estate Market.
I stare at him and clench my teeth - Seriously... the Babel Tower?? You’re making me believe that?
Oh, it’s true. The high above got unhappy, the tower fell... and the devils could finally play Jenga. True story.
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