"The gate of hell! They are taking away the gate of hell!" Abaddon cried helplessly.
"We can't do anything about it! We are everywhere!" Abizu wailed as he watched the men lugging the rectangular steel. It was full of rust and very heavy.
They used a tall crane to transport the strongbox.
"They are moving up, up the pit! They are carrying the gate of hell!" As it moved farther away, Abaddon was crying. His head was stuck in the mud. Only his eyes and mouth were visible. His foot was scratching his cheek.
"My eyes are somewhere. I can't see!" Abizu complained. "What's happening?" His hands groped around the small rocks.
"What will happen to us now, Abizu? Will we be like this forever?" Abaddon whimpered.
"Quiet! Let me think!" Abizu was losing hope but he would not show it!
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