The air was filled with smoke and blood. The ground felt like burning lava. Actual rivers of lava flowed across the surface. Like blood between cracked skin. The screams of the damed echoed through Satan's halls.

Kenny took the whole thing nonchalantly. He had seen it all before. Mind you that didn't mean he liked it. In fact he was rather annoyed at this detour. Normally when he died he woke up instantaneously in his bed. That was one of the few good things about this whole process. It cut out the middlemen. Still Hell did not present the shock it did to most of it's newer residents, especially when they learned Mormonism was in fact the true religion. The suicide bombers were in particularly shocked to find out their 72 virgins were in fact dumbasses from the involuntary celibates sub redit(oh the horrors I could tell of that place.).

He needed to get out of this place. Satan owed him a favor for sorting out some relationship drama with Saddam Hussain. It was at this point that he realized he was still wearing his costume. Normally when he died he was wearing a Parka. Could that be why he had gone to hell, instead of just teleporting back home? He still wanted to find out the reason he couldn't die. But he still had time. His life stretched out ahead of him like an endless ocean, like it did for most of the young.

That was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because he had all the time in the world. A curse because well, Kenny's life was shit.

Kenny started walking to Satan's house, waving to JFK, Grandi, and Freddy Mercury as he went. He stopped at the sight of Al Capone cannonballing into one of the Lava pools. That made him realize something very important about life, the world, and the universe. It also helped him remember that the bars in hell did not have an age limit. Needless to say Mysterion now had a new destination.

The Bar was called Horny Devils. It was made out of red bricks that blended into the landscape. A devil crowned the roof. Hell was a very unoriginal place. He opened the door and stepped over the threshold.

The wallpaper was red and orange, very original. The whole place had the feel of a western saloon. A matador was stuffed and mounted on the wall.

A man sat at the table. The bartender was a man with the look of a 1920's gangster. Kenny clambered onto a barstool. "Scotch on the rocks. No ice", Kenny had no idea what that mean.
Usually he drank Pap's blue ribbon or some abominable moonshine.

The bartender took to mixing the drinks, while Kenny imagined how awesome it would have been to have one of those sexy bartenders, and not some old fucker from the 1920's.

"Get back here I was ordering my drink! I should go first. I used to be a King you know. I am THE King." Mysterion rolled his eyes at the old fool.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me. You think your so great just because you drew up some shitty costume and got yourself a cape. I was creating the world's greatest superheroes when your father was in diapers", the man raved at Mysterion. "Sure Bub whatever", he said patronizingly.

"Don't call me Bub Bub. Or it'll be clobbering time." Mysterion recognized a man who meant fight when he saw one. "Okay Okay I'll back off", he raised his hands defensively.

"Your lucky I'm saving it all up for when Stan finally gets down here. Son of a bitch thinks he's at the center of the world", he took another swig. "I know what you mean. Fuck that guy. He thinks he's better than everyone, the whiney piece of shit. He can't even create a good superhero without help", Kenny spat. "Thank you!"

The Superhero extended his hand. "Nice to meet you I'm Mysterion." The old man gripped it. "The name's Kirby. Jack Kirby."

I have nothing against Stan Lee. To put if bluntly if you can't take a bit of insulting humor directed at beloved figures what the hell are you doing watching this show?