Hell is a dark place. The Devil is in charge, the torture is exhilarating to watch. Some burn, while others suffer all eternity by doing the Devil’s dirty work. I know this because I am the Devil’s right hand man, you know, his main man, or whatever you idiots say now a days. Any who, I’m here to tell you of the wonders Hell holds.
I’ve been here for about…I say maybe five years. Surprisingly I came here by choice. I was in jail and I killed myself because I felt weak compared to everyone there. When I woke up and arrived here, I bartered with the devil. Yea I know, people normally don’t do that, but I was an acception because I love to watch people get tortured.
The Devil loves me either way, but sadly every good servant has to die right? I know that when the time comes, I’ll be food for my master and then he’ll have a new right hand man. My only problem with the rule is that we don’t even get to choose if we get to live or die. Sorry, I need to work before the boss man kills me early, bye!