Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Hell, Hellfire, Hades, Death Realm, Talos

They are like the Sword of Damocles that always hangs over the heads of devout religious people, always reminding them to abide by the rules and precepts, always reminding them to abide by their inner morals, always reminding them not to bully the weak, and always reminding them to abide by the rules. Be law-abiding.

But the sense of morality and order built on fear will eventually dissipate.

As the years go by, as the people who have really seen this strange space pass away one after another, reality turns into legends, legends turn into myths, and myths gradually turn into various legends passed down from generation to generation. Writings and artwork.

Dante Alighieri, Mazzolini, Goethe, Plato, Michel Morgana, and countless famous human writers, painters, and artists use almost magical brushwork and grammar in their works to express their love for the world. The world is showing off this strange and terrifying space.

In their brushwork or canvas, this strange space may be "flowing with a hot and boiling sea of ​​blood. The souls of sinners are soaked in the sea of ​​blood. From every corner of this space, they can be heard being drowned by the sea of ​​blood." A miserable howl as the heat steams up.”

Or "There are blazing towers everywhere, and the city is an endless cemetery, with open coffins spouting fire. Heresies and Epicurean followers, those who do not worship God and do not obey God's teachings are locked in a burning place." Tormented in a sarcophagus.”

Or "the sinners were pierced one after another with hot iron sticks, standing on the rugged cliffs to be exposed to the scorching sun, the fierce cold wind, and the gnawing and pecking of giant eagles."

Such descriptions fill the minds of the world through the works of writers, painters and artists.

Gradually, hell became synonymous with fear again.

Myths turned into solid truths, and religion became a means of evading taxes and amassing wealth.

The missionaries who hold high positions try their best to describe the horror of hell, scare their believers, control their spirits, empty their wallets, make them abide by the rules and precepts, and let them make selfless sacrifices, but themselves——

Then they were dissolute and squandered endlessly. In the end, when their bodies died and their rituals passed through the unknown darkness and came to the "hell" they once preached, they discovered that——

There is nothing here, just——

Just endless desolation.

When the sinners came to hell, they found that they fell on endless desolation, and human vision and perception were unable to distinguish and describe accurate colors.

There are no ruins, no mountains and plains, no undulating terrain, no grasslands, no forests, no hellhounds guarding the gates, no devils holding scissors, no seas of scalding blood and high platforms burning with fire——

Nothing at all.

The land they stepped on and the space they were in seemed to be nothing but eternal and endless desolation.

"Is this hell?"

Chitsuo Matsumoto just took a nap in his cell, and when he woke up, he appeared here.

This desolate world.

Chitsuo Matsumoto, who named himself Asahara Shoko, was born on March 2, 1955, in a poor family in Yashiro City, Kumamoto Prefecture, Japan.

He was born partially blind and spent his time at the Kumamoto Prefecture School for the Blind from the age of six to the age of twenty.

Later, he founded Aum Shinrikyo with his outstanding eloquence and shameless spirit, and planned the infamous Tokyo subway sarin gas incident on March 20, 1995, which killed a total of 13 people. and more than 5,510 people were injured.

After the Tokyo subway gas incident, the police immediately sealed off the Aum Shinrikyo headquarters at the foot of Mount Fuji and took action against Aum Shinrikyo. On March 22, 2,500 police and self-defense force chemical defense troops surrounded the Aum Shinrikyo facility in Shangjiu Yise Village. They used acetylene guns to open three large warehouses and found various chemicals and instruments. It looked like a chemical building. In the factory, there are three raw materials for making sarin: hydrogen peroxide solution, acetic anhydride, and sulfuric acid. There are also 4 metal sealed barrels much larger than gas tanks, which contain solvents and other chemicals that can dilute sarin. Japan's National Police Agency has ordered a nationwide manhunt for Aum Shinrikyo leader Shoko Asahara.

All headquarters and branches of Aum Shinrikyo in Japan are secretly monitored. In addition to the key figures of the Aum cult who have been detained under various names earlier, the core figures of the "Aum Empire", including the "Emperor" Asahara and the "ministers" of various ministries, are all under close police surveillance. At the "Om Empire" headquarters, although there was a former Soviet military helicopter parked, Asahara could not escape. The cult leader could only hide in the camp in Shangjiu Yise Village, waiting for the police to break in and arrest him. After the police discovered Asahara's whereabouts, they dispatched hundreds of heavily armed police officers wearing helmets to Kamijiushishi Village on May 16 to arrest Asahara. The police used welding torches to burn open the door of Aum Shinrikyo's headquarters and conducted a comprehensive search. When the investigators took apart the thick plate of the secret room that was only one foot high between the second and third floors of the Sixth Aum Jinri Hall, they discovered that Asahara was hiding in this secret room. The "Holy King" of Aum Shinrikyo, who has "boundless magical power" and "floating magic power", is at this time obediently surrendering. The Japanese Metropolitan Police arrested the leader of the Aum Shinrikyo cult, Shoko Asahara, on charges of murder and attempted murder. They also raided more than 130 of the cult's strongholds across the country and captured more than 40 leaders and followers.

There should be no suspense about this matter. Even the relatively evil Japanese government cannot tolerate the existence of such a cult organization that has caused large-scale terrorist incidents.

The Japanese police immediately took the captured Aum Shinrikyo members into custody and waited for the prosecutor to compile materials to prepare an appeal.

But soon, a strange thing happened——

In July 1996, fifty-seven key members of Aum Shinrikyo, including Shoko Asahara, who were imprisoned in Tokyo Prison, disappeared at the same time. They disappeared from the cells where they were held, as if they had evaporated.

There were no signs of damage to the cell site, and the prison surveillance did not capture Asahara entering and exiting. It was as if he just turned around to the blind corner of the cell surveillance and then disappeared.

The disappearance of Shoko Asahara and his fellow cult members from their cells has become one of the biggest unsolved mysteries in Japan in the twentieth century.

There are different opinions on the reason for its disappearance. Some say it is a conspiracy theory. Aum Shinrikyo is just a puppet brought to the stage by high-level government officials. The sarin gas it released was only to help an American mythological laboratory better complete human experiments. It is said that Asahara Shoko is the true son of God. His purpose in coming to the world is to capture the evil spirits who escaped from hell. The thirteen victims who died in the Tokyo subway sarin gas incident were the evil spirits who escaped from hell. .

"No sea of ​​blood, no tower of fire"

"Compared to the mistakes I made, this hell is not bad." Asahara Shoko thought leisurely.

"At least I can wander around leisurely. Well, it's just a little too desolate. It would be nice if I could meet someone again and talk to him," Shoko Asahara said, "Maybe this is paradise. No, no, no .With the ability to ask questions, I can build this place into a paradise!"

"Still. Still no one." Asahara Shoko looked tired.

"I've already walked away. I've forgotten how long I've been walking. I feel like I've lost all feeling in my legs."

"No one, no one. Still no one. Is this my punishment?"

"So thirsty. So tired."

"My, my, my hearing? I can't seem to hear anything."

"I can't see. Why? Why can't I see?"

"Who am I? Where am I? I. I can't feel my legs, I can't feel my handwriting, I can't feel my eyes, I can't feel my mouth. I. I am disappearing !”

"Help. Help. Me. I. I don't want to disappear. I don't want to disappear."

"belch"

Tiera, who was playing chess with Dumbledore, burped lightly.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked strangely.

"I ate something bad," Tiera said nonchalantly.

"Eat something bad?" Dumbledore put down the wizard chess in his hand in disbelief, "You will eat something bad again?"

Tiera took a sip of black tea and smiled without saying a word.