Greetings and salutations, my beautiful people! This is a random, really short one-shot based on... wait, you already know! I don't have to tell you!
Anyways, read on!
The house… I sat up quickly. The smell of smoke filled my lungs as I leapt from my bed. I rushed into my daughter's room. She was sitting in her chair, as always. The fire had chased me into this room, and was growing ever larger. I knelt beside her and wrapped my arms around her, embracing her.
"It's alright," I whispered, stroking her hair. "Everything will be fine." My lungs burned. Flames licked about the edges of the room, singeing my clothes. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I can face this fate. As long as I am with my beloved daughter, everything will be alright.
I awoke lying on the ground, darkness surrounding me. Where am I? I heard a faint laugh, and raised my head to face the person. It was a woman, wearing a dark hood and a small mask. Her lips curled into a smile as she spoke.
"So, you are awake." I blinked, then stood.
"Who are you?"
Her pale features contrasted against the shadows cast by her hood. Fire roared up behind her throne. She chuckled. "The person you should be trying to impress. Most people do, anyways."
"Where am I? Am I…?"
"Yes. Surprised?" I shook my head.
"Not especially." I shrugged. "I just assumed this place would be… nicer." She grinned.
"Ah. Your sense of humor still shows through, even in the afterlife."
"What do you want from me?"
"Well," She mused. "This is usually the part where they break down in tears, begging to return. Of course, I never let them, but they still try- and it is quite amusing in some cases. Afterwards, they try bargaining; attempting to get on my good side so I will allow them to pass on to the Heavenly Yard. Needless to say, I have quite the collection of earthly possessions." She laughed coldly. "And now, it is your turn. Go on. Beg, Gallerian Marlon. It is time for your judgement, and you seem to have an abundance of the best lawyers in the world."
I smiled at the irony, then approached the Master of the Hellish Yard. I walked straight up to her throne, and embraced her as an old friend. I leaned in close, my lips almost touching her ear, and whispered, "I will never, ever give my wealth to you. I didn't work for all those years to give it to you."
She pulled away, a hint of astonishment on her face. "You have condemned yourself."
"I don't care." She smiled.
"Very well." She waved me away. I turned, and walked towards a small window of light in the bleak room. I had almost reached it, when the ground collapsed beneath my feet. I stretched my hand out to the light, but fell past it. The wind rushed past me, but I would never reach the bottom.
So, sin now is my only consideration; judgement I built upon corruption.
I may be trapped here for eternity, but I know that she'll keep on collecting for me.
So, once she assembles all the vessels of sin, I can finally be free from this place.
And sooner or later my Hell will turn into a Utopia for my "daughter" and me.
