[ WP ] Hell is suffering from severe overcrowding . The Devil goes to God for some assistance in alleviating this issue .

Lucifer leaned against the table in mild frustration. His Father simply was n't understanding what the word `` over-crowded'' meant. 
 
 `` Dad,'' he groaned, thinking of the number of souls that entered Hell last year, `` there is not enough room for all the sinners in the world, I promise, I double and triple checked. The Cage you threw me into is filled to the brim with souls!'' 
 
 God glanced up at him and stopped pacing around the room. Lucifer knew how absurd he sounded, saying that an infinitely-growing realm was too full, but the sudden cargo the Reapers released unto Hell was massive, bigger than any load the realm had ever received before. At first, Lucifer had found it amusing, thinking, *your perfect creation is n't so perfect after all, huh? *, but if he mentioned that, it would only lead to an argument over the Garden. 
 
 `` And what are you suggesting I do about it?'' God demanded. He was n't angry, but He had the tone of a disciplinary father that always kept Lucifer on edge. 
 
 Lucifer shrugged and raked his eyes across the stark-white room that was situated in Heaven, acting as a sort of meeting area for angels. `` I do n't know, maybe relax the list-o'-sins and bring some of the souls up here?'' 
 
 God chuckled, but it contained zero humor. `` No, that would not fix the problem, only move it somewhere else. We need to come up with something else.'' 
 
 They both thought in silence for a moment, legitimately contemplating ways to work themselves out of the conundrum. Souls, by nature, needed a final resting place, be it of eternal peace, or eternal torment. Souls that simply wandered free in the Veil for extended amounts of time would turn into what the humans called ghosts, and while Lucifer enjoyed watching the restless spirits, God wanted them to move on. 
 
 They needed a new place to put them, the souls that, while their sins were not worthy of eternity in Hell, they were enough to keep them from walking through the Pearly Gates. 
 
 Finally, an idea entered both of their minds, and they both turned to stare at each other, Father and son. 
 
 `` Purgatory?'' Lucifer suggested. 
 
 God nodded, but then He sighed and shook His head. `` No, Purgatory is for the creatures without souls.'' 
 
 `` But in order to move on, you need to have a soul, so...'' Lucifer trailed off, hoping that his Father would catch on to what he was saying. 
 
 God balled His hands into fists and struck the table, but surprisingly, it did n't shatter. He rubbed His eyes in exhaustion and waved to Lucifer. 
 
 `` Very well,'' He sighed, `` turn half of Hell's souls into creatures and then send them to Purgatory. I suppose it will have to do, for now.'' 
 
 Lucifer smiled and thanked Him, not bothering to say goodbye as he zapped himself back to Hell. Him and his Father were n't on the best of terms, so there seemed to be no point in pretending they were. 
 
 As he gazed across the many cells and levels of torture that he had spent years crafting, he snapped his fingers, and suddenly the air around him went very still and quiet, reacting to the absence of half of its former residents. In a way, he felt bad for the souls he was sending to Purgatory, because they would have to work out their new location, while also adjusting to the wild hunt of the realm. 
 
 He laughed, thinking of the new kind of torture they would have to endure; many of them probably would n't even know they'd left Hell, but the old monsters would gladly welcome the new guests with claws, fangs, and blood.
