( 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 .

I wiped the water out of my eyes as the putrid sulphur filled my nostrils and swept through my tearducts. I thought I had imagined it, but here I was, alone in a room, with the word `` Hell'' written in the doorframe. The leather upholstery had a faded floral pattern. I recognised the pattern as a typical floral one from the late 1950s. I sat myself down on one of the chairs, wondering where I was and why the room smelled like a Japanese hot spring and felt like a Japanese sauna. 
 
 The door opened. A big burly man walked into the room, sat himself across me. He crossed his legs, folded his arms together and leaned back into the chair. It creaked as it strained to contain the weight of the man. 
 
 `` Well, you're the first one here.'' He spoke after a long pause. 
 
 `` Here?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Why?'' 
 
 The man grabbed his belly and leaned forward, his chortle bouncing off the yellow wallpaper of the room and echoing into the fireplace and out through the chimney. `` Simple, really,'' he continued. He paused again, taking out a handkerchief and wiping at his eye. `` You disobeyed the rules. Rule-breakers come to hell.'' 
 
 `` Rule-breakers?'' I looked around. `` Where is everyone else?'' 
 
 The man's laugh shook the air like an earthquake. `` It's just you, and me. Well, it was just me. You're the first man here. I'm a god.'' 
 
 I was confused. The last real thing I remembered was the headlights of a yellow Camry swirling into the view of my peripheral vision. Then I found myself in this room. 
 
 The man leaned back into his chair, his laughing finally giving way to a wry chuckle. `` All right, all right. I've had my fun. 
 
 `` You see, my perplexed, permanent new companion, the rule that the true God had decided upon was that man was a beast. The ten commandments are a farce, you see.'' 
 
 He pointed at me. `` Now, you, sitting right there in that gaudy tweed jacket, are the only person since your puny human minds started thinking of writing down things in novels you call'history books', who has ever broken that rule. 
 
 `` See, the one rule. The one commandment. Man would destroy. Man would kill. Man was the atrocious beast that would, as quickly as he created, would ruin. 
 
 `` But not you. You're here because, for some inexplicable reason, you're the only person who has not followed that commandment. And now, you're here.'' 
 
 I rolled the explanation through my head, trying to make sense of it. I knew that history books could be wrong. I studied that. But what was this? 
 
 A length of time passed. I did not know how long. The clock on the mantlepiece was broken. 
 
 `` So that's why you are here too, then,'' I finally concluded. 
 
 Satan leaned back into his chair. His eyes widened. `` I'm glad my companion understands.''
