I'd rather go to hell than be in purgatory
Her rosebud lips formed the words quickly in quiet annoyance.
The one she now associated as Frank sized her up with beautiful hazel orbs that shone although the source of the light was unknown.
His lips quivered and slowly spread into a lopsided grin, but as he bared his teeth the one known as Mikey snapped and exclaimed,
“Frank! What about the diet you’re meant to be on? You really want to give it up so soon? Jamia would be so disappointed.”
Something must’ve struck at his heart as the smile vanished and he backed away with a defeated sigh.
Cherry reached at Mikey’s jacket covered arm and softly begged.
“Please, I just want to know what’s happening.”
His hazel and green eyes looked pityingly down at her and he explained.
“you’re in a sort of purgatory, only you don’t get judged, if you get killed at this place your soul is trapped here until whichever side wins, we've spotted people who'd died here many times, think of earth as a kind of training camp and here as a battlefield.
If we win the war the Paraders can go to heaven or back to earth and live as immortals, but if we lose, then we become slaves in hell for eternity.
Remember that dying doesn’t mean you’re forever gone, just as immortality doesn’t mean never dying.”
And with that last puzzling message he turned and descended back into the dark hole.