[ WP ] The devil dies , and learns of a second afterlife .

I ca n't fucking believe this. No one told me it was actually possible for me to die of old age; me, the king of hell dying because of a fucking heart attack. Not only that, the one who would take the throne is my worthless son who spends his days in the torture chamber just jacking off to the screams of the punished souls. Now I'm in this weird place where there is nothing. I mean it, absolutley nothing. After slaving over a hot hell for a few millenia all I get is nothing, just floating around for eternity in god knows where doing nothing. And they say hell is hell, this is just ridiculous, but I guess I better make the best of it. The big G had the decency to let me keep the object I died with, my notepad. I'll rip out my finger and use the blood as ink, I mean it's not like I'll die again right? And just like that I realize something, from all the living hells that people lived constantly and all the bad things I made them do, there was one hell that only deranged people chose to live. One that I never understood just how horrible it was until this moment, until all I have is a pen and some ink and no one to read this shit. This is how writers must have felt.
