Dean
My hell is evil.
It's having my humanity and empathy and emotions stripped away.
There's nothing left but rage and fear and emptiness.
I tear souls apart because they're there, because it's the closest I come to feeling anything.
I become that force that kills, that destroys, that takes away.
I become the thing that killed my mom.
And I hate it.
My heaven is safe.
It's having my mom and my dad and my brother watching out for me.
I watch out for them because it's what I do, but they don't need it like they did in life.
I feel warm, and full, and content, and loved.
And I am whole.