Smoke and Mirrors
@hauntedlytestified
Humans are curious creatures. They cling to things such as the good of man kind, and yet their souls are the easiest to twist and pull apart. Such strong and yet such fragile beings, indeed. This, however, made the thrill of the chase rather bare and dull, causing for the manifestation of Hell itself to grow weary. Always needing to find new ways to entertain itself... it became a problem---one that Hell did not want to have.
That is why it now took a form of a friendly-faced, redheaded woman today before approaching a relatively crowded grocery store. The sadistic being weaved in and out of the lines of people walking throughout the isles, most of the humans there found uninteresting to Hell. She needed someone interesting; someone who could maybe put up a fight of sorts. The most fun part was the game and not the prize.
---BINGO!
A strange creature caught her eye: a ghost, it seemed, just carrying about her day without a care in the world. Interesting, Hell thought to herself with a grin that twisted up her face like a snake whilst she waltzed towards the ghost of interest. Despite being dead, ghosts had incredible potential for corruption and torture; they still possessed their souls, which meant that they could still be corrupted. There was only a mere bump of the manifestation’s elbow against a can of soup close to the spirit, causing the object to fall through the dead woman and roll down the floor.
“Oh my!” she gasped, feigning concern and embarrassment as she stopped in her tracks. “I am so sorry, my dear!”
