My life was cut short, snuffed away by a freak accident. I could see myself on the table my loved ones had carried me to. The paramedics weren't there yet, but it was too late.
Someone rested his hand on my shoulder. It was an angel.... In a vest and tie....
He guided me away, ever empathetic to my overwhelmed and panicked state. Everything phased out of view, and we were in a beautiful field. The one I always went to when I was hiding in my mind...
I was dead... But the angel had a deal. If I agreed to govern Hell for 1000 years, I would be returned to my body the same moment that I passed. It would be a "miracle", and I would forget all my time in the underworld. I would see my family again and be able to have the life I always dreamed of.
It wasn't even a question. I agreed immediately. Anything for my dream.
He smiled happily, and we phased some where new. It looked like a suburb. How everyone views the American dream. He says that this is heaven. There are beautiful trees intermingled with the buildings. I can hear laughter from the windows. We start walking further along, and everything is... beautiful. As its supposed to be.
A window shatters. The angel looks uneasily at me and ushers me along and further from the buildings. I can hear thunder in the distance. He tells me that I can't stay. I am Satan now, and heaven is rejecting me. I long for the beauty around me. Can't I stay just a little bit longer? A thousand years is a long time...
The wind whirls around and before me a ravenous tornado starts heading back towards the city. I hear screams and cries.
The angel grabs my hand, and we vanish.
It's always night time in Hell. No moon to light your way, but light pollution litters from all the neon signs. It's a grungy city. Dirty and smelly. Rats skitter through the alley way that we appear in.
He tells me more about my new kingdom. Hell works on a credit system, dependent on the deeds one committed during his/her life. Satan can shorten or elongate someone's sentence at his/her will. Gangs run many of the streets. The deepest evils kept locked in Hell's gates. In return, I gain unimaginable power. All to keep the sinners at bay.
Flash forward to a few years. The gangs have organized against me. I shimmer back into my penthouse, overlooking the city, and begin treating my shallow wounds. I spit in disgust. They will pay for this. I have already increased their sentences, but they don't care. They're trying to make Hell their turf, their kingdom. I can feel my power course through my veins. I will show them what it means to be the ruler of this land. I will show them what it means to be Satan.
Subject: Hell's Keeper 
Tue Jan 30, 2018 7:39 am
