"He doesn't know, does he?" I ask in a hushed voice.
Zalgo stands next to me, not uttering a word. His red eyes pierce through my hard armor shell. This armor is more figurative. I created this form to protect myself inner self. You could say I have an outside character and an inside character. When I'm alone, my inside character comes out. Otherwise, I'm sinister and vile, showing my outside character. And being alone doesn't come as accessible as it should sound.
I shake my head in annoyance.
Down here, Hell is made up of different sections and each section has a different degree of torment. The worst torment is Christians, or even ex-Christians, who have turned away from Jesus. Satan himself set up that part of my domain. The edge, or lining of Hell is made up of cells. They look like the prison cells on Earth; little cubicles where each one contains a person. Inside the cells a person cannot move, and their sin is the one that condemned them to Hell, forcing them to live out for eternity. For example, if a person was a drunkard on Earth, they must drink from the same bottle of alcohol they drank from on Earth, but inside the bottle is acid. It burns them inside out, but because they are dead, they cannot die. So, in turn, they just keep drinking the acid. To be honest, the only reason people end up in Hell for drinking are the ones who go back on their vows to Jesus.
In another section of Hell there is a place that looks like a lake of fire and a molten slide. The slide is set up to lead each individual human soul to their place of torment, depending on the sin that sent them to Hell. Around the different sections of Hell, chained to the walls, are demons. These are the ones going to be punished for trying to defy who they are. Then, there are the demons who patrol hell. They each are assigned a cell and go to their designated cell to rip the human apart. After that, they go to the next cell and rip that person apart. But because the person's body is eternal, they do not die. The body just reheals itself so they can keep living to be ripped apart again later on. The demons who go back to Earth are given a list of people who they are to kill. They go to Earth shortly after through a portal.
The human souls remember everything about Earth in great detail; they know what they did and how, or when, they did what they did, making them live with eternal regret. Every human soul in Hell looks the same. They have a death body like a skeleton with a dirty-gray mist inside. Decaying flesh hangs by shreds from their bones, and, as it burns, it falls to the bottom of the pit, leaving a freshly cooked chicken smell behind in its wake. Where their eyes had once been are only empty sockets, and they have no hair of any type.
There are pits of fire everywhere as far as the eye can see. The pits are four feet across, three feet deep, and shaped like a bowl. Brimstone is embedded in the side of each pit and they glow red like hot coals of fire. In the center of each pit is a soul who has died and gone to Hell. These are the special souls; broken and battered, ready for the demonizing process. Fire begins at the bottom of the pit, sweeps upward and covers the person in flames. The pathways between sections are dry and burned. Screams fill the dirty air, and the stench of death is everywhere. The odor is sometimes so repugnant it would kill a living person. Everywhere is darkness, except for the light, which emanates from the flaming pits.
I turn my head to look at Zalgo.
"My son is doing well, then?"
The black demon shrugs. He opens his mouth and then closes it again, clearly afraid to tell me I shouldn't hear.
"Zalgo, tell me. What is on your mind?"
He continues to say nothing. My hand tightly clenches into a fist.
"Zalgo," I hiss.
A flinch. That's his first response to me.
"Sorry, Lucifer. He's going in for the kill. I've had to spy on him for the past few days though."
I nod. Everything seems to be going according to plan. Just a small amount of waiting. I can do that.
