It’s been about forty five days since I first arrived here. It’s not bad. Definitely wasn’t what I was expecting. Sure, the temperature gets to me sometimes; but I could always be lower.

Life here is the same thing every day.

Wake up, go stand in a line. Drink coffee that taste like shit. Go stand in another line.

The very first day you are down here, they try to slowly integrate you.

People still have flesh, the rooms look like..well rooms. The heat is not as intense, It is all a slow process; I guess some people really couldn’t handle the be thrown into the pit right away.

Whatever they do to make it a process, it sure fooled me. I don’t even recall how I got there, I just remember getting into line, assuming that I was still alive. I stood and walked and went through the motions,. Everyone around me was so absorbed in their own worlds. Either looking at phones or checking fancy electronics; not giving a shit about the person in front or behind them.

I grabbed a cup, paying no attention to what I had grabbed it from.  A lifeless corpse stood inches away, and too enthralled in my own shit, I failed to notice the maggots crawl in and out of the open wounds of his flesh. Paying no attention, I sipped on the disgusting coffee. Realzing it tasted so terrible, I went to turn around and complain but nothing was there.

That’s odd, I thought to myself.

Thinking nothing of it, I just stepped back into line.

Where do all these lines take us you ask? Well, to our job of course. What is our job?

Our job consist of congregating towards our awaiting torturers. Once a demon has chosen you, it is his task to punish you; for eternity.

You fucked up, there is a reason you are here; You must be punished for what you have done!

It was by this time I started to realize something was very wrong.

I panicked.

I forced my self away from the crowd, ran away; looking for somewhere to hide. If I recall correctly, I found haven under a jutting out rock face from the side of the cliff we were next too.

What was I thinking? I had no clue where I was, and I wanted to escape? I ended up being plucked up into the sky by a flying monstrosity. It descended onto me from no where, impaling me in the chest with a three pronged trident; wrenching me from my spot of safety.

While being flown around, I assume to be thrown back into line; something snatched at my ankle and tore me free from the grip of a tri pronged spear. Shattering my core and leaving me limp, the hand started to drag me across the ground. Deeper into a open cave we went, hotter and hotter the air became. I gasped for air and was only met with the bitter taste sulfur and a wind too warm to be from earth.

Looking to gain an idea as to where I was being lead, I cranked my neck up. What was dragging me was something from the deepest corner of my nightmares.

On its head, sat a skull of a bull. Long, ivory horns protruded from the left and rights of its cranium. Down its back ran the spine of a man, but much larger in comparison. Every third vertebrae shot out a elongated, bony nob.  In its right hand, it gripped my tiny leg and drug me farther and father. In its left hand, it held a blade three times the size of me.

It was all too much for me to take, I blacked out.

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What I’ve have come to realize is, Here is no different from there. Eternal damnation is no more troubling then waking every day to go to a job you hate, to stay in a relationship you loathe or to be stuck in a situation you have no control over. Life problems continue on into death, for it is all the same process.

Every emotion can be felt the same way. It is just all on how you rationalize that feeling that causes the pleasure or pain. 

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Waking up, I realized I was still in a cave…but really this whole place looks like a giant cave to me.

Something was giving off light, because the walls glowed with a deep red. Sitting in front of me, on a stool obviously not made for it; was the hulking Bull man thing that carried me away in the first place.

Gaining some composure, I decided to sit up. When i did that, It had dawned on me that no more then a hour earlier I was bleeding profusely from the center of my chest. I went to stick my hand down there, and expected a hand full of guts and blood. I met the resistance of all natural, human flesh.

“What the fuck is going on?!” I jumped up and screamed, trying to find the way out of this god forsaken place.

In one swift motion, the thing along the way launched the blade he carried and blocked my path, The large sword causing a literal obstruction of the way.

It arose and made its way towards me. Calling forth in a booming voice it said “Chill the fuck out, dude. You are in hell now, and this is how things are going to be. I, Me, Frank; am going to kill you. Do you know how long I am going to kill you?”

I turned and stared in horror, trying to press myself as close to the wall as it would allow. Words became lost on me, I didn’t know wither to answer this thing or merely pass out again from the sheer insanity of it all. I said the first thing that came to my mind.

“The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you! The power…”

My head was torn from my neck.

Waking up, again I found myself on the floor with that thing sitting across from me. The sword was still stuck in the ground, blocking the way out. Noticing I was conscious, the thing arose and stood over me; placing its skeletal hoof on my chest; pinning me.

Booming out once more, it made its self clear now, “I Am Frank. I shall Torture you. Forever. Now get up and lemme get a good look at you, keep squirming around like a little worm; and I’ll hook you like one too. UP UP!”

Extending down its large arms, I gripped on and pulled my self up with its support. Brushing off the dust from me, I became engulfed in a cloud of red powder.

Frank looked at me and let out a demonic howl, “OH! Today is going to be funnn!” And with that he gripped the top of my skull and dragged me deeper into the cave.

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Going through my whole life, I never took the idea of Hell serious. I figured it was just something my mother would tell me, in order for me to behave the way she wanted. No different than Santa or Barney, nothing real; just something to influence you.

How wrong I was about all that. 

Turns out the Jehovah Witness were right, and in order to get to heaven you really had to become the popular guy and invite everyone to your Golden Gates Party!

And what did I spend my life doing?

Despising my existence and everyone that was a part of it. 

Which is partly the reason why I don’t mind it here so much. I’m surrounded by such strong emotions of hate and anger, I feel right at home. Maybe hell is the birthplace of the wicked, and Heaven is the land for those that are just done with holding on to things.

Either way, I don’t see myself being going back or doing anything differently. I’m a hateful person and that’s my nature. Maybe I could tell someone about that, see if I could get a part time job down here. Just something to kill the time.

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The oddest thing happened yesterday.

I went out for a walk. My small dug out hole in the wall, that we like to refer to as homes; was just getting too much. I had to get some fresh…well I guess not so fresh, more like humid and over bearing air.

I walked past looming husk of fallen titian, whose guts spewed to the floor and formed the foundations for the cryptic buildings. The bones of disgraced angels made lamp post, lighting my way. 

Strolling along, I ran into the Lake of Fire. Wanting just some time to myself, I found a quiet spot where I figured I would not be disturbed. That plan didn’t work to well. I was sitting there for maybe 5 minutes, then out of no where a body landed on top of me. Just flat out crushed me.

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At least my Demon, Frank, was nice enough to invite me to poker night. 

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Tonight is the big night. I am going over to Frank’s little shanty across Styx. He told me to bring a few things, just in case some of the guys try to give me a hard time; use it as a bargaining chip. 

All I could manage to scrape together was a half drunken cup of coffee and some back fat that fell off one of the gluttons as they did their daily parade through the rings. Hope that will be enough.

The funny thing is, I don’t even like poker. But I guess since I’m in hell, and a new dimension and all, I might as well try to branch out and do new things.

He just made me promise not to tell Hitler. Adolf has been bitching about being bored for the last sixty years, and they all think he is going to cheat. 

No one likes a cheater.