XV The Devil

The fool heres a rumble in a cave and what sounded like people suffering and cautiously stepped into the mouth. She stopped and heard a low laugh echoing off the walls. Fear rose within her as well as unexplained feelings of frustration in all the ways she thought she was failing, all the temptations that have brought her off her path. "Come closer," the almost demonic voice had a seductive feeling that compelled her to draw closer. She recoiled as her eyes adjusted an obvious look of disgust and fear washed over her face, "Do not look at me with such disdain! Those laying here in chains could leave if they did not enslave themselves with shallow desires and comforts!" The figure turned to the mountains, "look at the ants on the peaks, do you think they would have reached the summits of their potential without their desire, their lust and greed and pride, to do so?"