( WP ) It 's January 2015 . You 're a history teacher , making you fully versed in man 's tendency to commit atrocious acts . You 've lived your life mostly playing on the side and avoiding risks . When you die , you realize you 're the first soul ever to land in hell .

To Teach is to Redeem 
 
 The last word the teacher heard was `` Welcome home'' and as her life drained she fell deep into shadow. 
 
 Something terrible inhuman, wings fire shadow and pain was waiting for her. It bowed grovelling `` Mistress honored guest.'' 
 
 Than she saw him, Majestic though in ruin, beautiful like a torrid blood soaked dawn. His voice was melody `` Welcome to Hell. `` he said. 
 
 She gasped. Around her was solitary splendor, an empty kingdom of atrocity, never used. Untouched. 
 
 She spoke `` I thought this place would be crowded.'' 
 
 The Devil stepped forward `` Before the redeemer came I had no dominion, after he came, he claimed my prizes. `` he said ruefully `` This solitude I suppose is my punishment. 
 
 `` Why I am here?'' she asked. `` I do n't think I've sinned that much.'' 
 
 Old Scratch asked `` What is your sin?'' 
 
 She thought a moment `` I suppose I never loved. Is being a conformist a sin?'' 
 
 The Accuser though a moment `` You never even loved yourself or your scholarship? That's sad. I do n't think conformity is a sin or in my bailiwick though. My sin was to love too much and to rebel of course.'' 
 
 `` Ah.'' said the scholar, `` I think I understand,'' 
 
 `` Really?'' the Adversary asked. 
 
 `` Yes.'' she said `` Can you teach me to rebel?'' 
 
 The tempter grinned `` Of course I can just as I did Eve.'' 
 
 `` Can you teach me to love less? `` the Fallen One asked 
 
 `` I can try.'' The historian replied `` Will you learn to follow? `` she asked `` To conform?'' 
 
 As he took her hand, the fires of hell melted her heart just a little. 
 
 `` We shall see'' Satan said `` We have all eternity to try.''
