I wrote a story. It's...weird and morbid...
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Have you ever been to hell?
I don't mean it was hell.
Or war was hell
Or he gave me hell.
I mean a physical place.
We picture lakes of hellfire burning souls in torment.
But that's just a lie to make us feel better.
Hell is COLD.
A barren plain. Frozen. Every inch taken by tormented souls.
They lay there, cold. Frozen.
There is a point when a person freezes to death where the pain stops. Where endorphins begin to flow and they have a moment of peace.
That never comes in hell. No bodies, no endorphins, no peace.
But they're not alone.
There are demons there, too. Giant, and old. They don't care about the souls they carefully avoid. Oh, they're wicked. They could do horrible things to a person and never think twice about it, but they don't care about the doomed at their feet.
Which is why they have to be called.
Because a soul can call to the demons. Call for them to save them from the cold. And that's what they do. They save them from the cold. With hellfire and torture.
As horrible as their frozen torment is, being taken by those burning monsters is worse.
But they will ALWAYS forget that. Because that's how they got there.
And that's hell.
Now, let's bring it to Earth.