How does it feel? How much you can change? All of those questions interested me for a long time. I had a feeling that I am better than other people and that I could be more than just another mindless part of a grey mass.
I doubt that if someone will try to listen to my story he will make through first fifteen minutes. I'm a boring person by my nature and my story begins in such way that even flies fall asleep when they hear it. So, for your own sake I will skip that part and go straight up to interesting point, a point of my death.
Even death of mine was common. A simple cancer. I suffered for a couple of years and didn't make it through. In April 1976 my heart stopped. Still don't understand if I was just a giant loser that I get sick of cancer without doing anything that could lead me to it or some people from above saw something in me and tried to get me into their hands. Anyway, after death I found myself in a small room with four walls painted in black, a yellow table, two green chairs and a big black man sitting on one of them. A bunch of luminescent lamps on a floor made some decent light in a room so everything was clear, except for that man. When I say that he was black I didn't mean his skin color, I mean that he was fully black. A man without closes, eyes, hair and a face. He asked me to sit down with such clear childish voice that I even step back in fear, but then found myself awfully calm and in such peace that nobody could truly imagine. Now I realize it was his power, in his voice he could make anyone feel anything.
So, I sat down, and he throw me a couple of questions and after that I remember room already clear and two doors are in front of me. Loss of memory was probably caused by that weird man, but I really don't care now. So, two doors and one open, the one with red label on it, the other is closed, it had the black label on it.
I had nothing but to go through the open one and find me in awfully hot giant hall with a lot of spikes on walls and some weird barrels with different liquids in them. And to my surprise there was nobody inside the room. I walked in the either end of the room and found a door. Get through it and found myself in same room. After a minute of my distraction I turn around and saw nothing but an empty wall. The door was gone.
Such actions cause in my mind only one thought. HELL. Panic didn't take her time and came immediately. I started to punch in the wall and try to turn over some of those barrels. But my actions cause no effect, so I left all of my feelings a go into the next door in the end of the room. After five of them I understood the horror of hell. After ten I lost idea why am I doing this. After fifteen my mind started to melt down. And after twelve a was ready to die again just to stop this.
Losing my mind and any feelings I suddenly catch a very stupid idea.
So, I stopped I same room as all of them and went to spikes on the wall. And tear one from the wall. Then the other one. And another one. Up to ten or eleven. Put them in front of one of the barrels. And by using a giant amount of my stamina get that barrel onto them. Then roll it to the next door and put it in the middle of passage. And turn around.
To my great surprise the door actually disappeared again and cut the barrel in half. Hellish liquid started to flow on the floor and burn through it like some kind of acid in old cartoons. It was probably because of temperature of liquid but it burned through like seven floors and disappeared.
After such a hopeful show I took all courage I’ve got and jump down in the hole. In hope to find something amazing or just to die. Anyway, dying is not so a bad thing if you did it before. It is just like a rollercoaster, you fear only for the first time. But I survived, and I don't know if I was upset or glad about it.
The lower level was like another dimension comparing to where I began. So shiny, with a lot of gold accessories and couple of tables with royal level diner on them. And a giant throne in the end of room. Quite beautiful considering the fact that it was Satan throne.
Using imagination and images of him on different sources of information everyone created his own Satan. And this was just like mine. Horns, two, big and curvy, red body very strong and with such big muscles that it was more of a train than a humanoid. If it is a Satan trick to look personally for everyone or I my imagination had the truest picture of him it doesn’t mattered because Satan was asleep. I thought so, but when I get close I realized. Satan is dead. Fear and hate filled me inside. Fear for the thing that could kill Satan himself and hate that I was afraid of a deadman. And thanks to second one I dared to touch Satan.
Want to know what happened next? I died. Yes, I died again. Yes, only for three days, but still. After such incident I woke up and feel such amount of power that I could destroy a hole galaxy, with my single sniff. I understood that I somehow became the Satan and thought I was hungry to do something since I died, I’m talking about first time, so I immediately started to rule as a mew Satan. I'm not trying to tell that I’m better than last Satan but if early the hell was like a Sahara Desert now it more like a vacation on Haiti. I think I am doing pretty well for now. And there is one thing that concerns me, is that thing that was able to kill last Satan.
So, now when we done with me, let us speak about you. What sins are brought you here, my friend?
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