Hell isn’t hot. It doesn’t have a red tinge and pits of magma at every corner, Satan does not sit on a throne while whipping the souls that have been damned and torturing them to what would be death of they weren’t already dead. Hell is cold, gloomy. To anyone that does not belong, it would drain all the happiness from them, remove the twinkle from their eyes and the glow from their smile, but that’s why only the people that belong end up in such a city. For the ones that belong will feel no pain, will not lose their energy and their hope. The ones that belong see it as their home, they come and go as they please, entering the land of the living when they choose. Hell is the dark alley ways with graffiti, Hell is the drugs taken in public bathrooms. Hell is silent, no screams of pain can be heard. Satan does not punish you for falling into his traps, it is what he wanted and he succeeded with you. Hell is the prostitutes in the streets and the bullet shells at your feet. For the demons, hell is a retreat.
Ashley Chapter one.
