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I sat in my cell, thinking long and hard about what I could possibly do to save my worthless soul from everlasting torture. I could think of nothing. There was no way out of here. I couldn’t face the known facts though. I wouldn’t allow myself to accept the truth that I may be sent to the fiery pits of hell forever. Literally. I stuck my fingers underneath my cuffs, trying to soothe my battered skin. “Shit.” I cursed, feeling the wound from a few days ago reopen. My thoughts were soon consumed with past memories of Brian, Zacky, Matt, Johnny and I. I smiled a little to myself, missing the old times. I could try all I wanted, but I was beginning to truly believe that there was nothing I could do to save myself, and all that I remembered would truly only be a memory for the rest of my days. I leaned back, sighing.
"You should be thankful, you know." I looked up to see a large, demonic looking figure. I scoffed to myself. Demonic looking. No, that bastard was a demon.
"I don’t have anything to be thankful for, you son of a bitch."
"What was that?" The demon moved closer, revealing a smile which showed nothing but pure evil. "I said I don’t have anything to be thankful for. This isn’t living, this fucking mother fucking hell." Before I knew it the large hands which belonged to the spirit in front of me were clutching at my throat, its claws digging into the back of my neck. Suffocated, I gasped for air and struggled to get away from the tight grip that burned my damaged skin. "Purgatory," He let out a throaty growl, and threw me back, smashing my head into the wall. “Today’s your lucky day, Sullivan. You get to meet the big man.” He finished. I felt my heart almost pound out of my chest.

This is it… Today will be the day I am never seen by another thing again…
Today will be the day I end…

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The last I do remember was having my skull repeatedly smashed into the burning metal bars that kept me in my personal cell. I saw blood in a little puddle below me, and I could only guess it was my own. Everything was blurry as I came to, and my entire body was numb. Once things came into focus I saw the same demon, who went by the name of Venblis, before me.
"Times up, you poor soul." He snarled, showing every single one of his rotted teeth. He grabbed me by the shoulders, dragging me by my matted hair. I can’t even begin to explain the sudden horror I was stricken with. I’d never been outside of my own block, and I was unsure of what to expect. I looked above me and saw a horrible blackish red colored sky. It looked as if it had been ripped open, and was bleeding a sticky red matter. I could feel the excitement rising in Venblis’s stomach. If he even had one. I was pulled for what seemed like miles, and miles on the same dirt road until we entered what seemed to be a destructed city full of loss. There were bodies, and skeletons, hanging in the streets. Some of them had been torn to shreds, some remained in tact. There were awful screams coming from every direction, voices consumed in complete agony. Blood dripped on my face from above, and it was soon raining blood. I was used to these kinds of storms, but what I was not used to was what I felt next. Mixed with the blood were small droplets of acidic like liquid that burned beyond words. Beyond any fire I’ve touched. After hearing my struggle, and muffled pained moans, a deep laughed escaped Venblis.
"Hurts, doesn’t it?" I ignored his remark, and tried shutting myself up instead. After walking through the small city of evil, the road changed. My skin was met with a harsh feel as I was being dragged down a pathway elevated in the air. There was a lake of fire flowing under the bridge like road, and on both sides that burned hotter than the sun. We came to a halt at large black, rusted gates that looked to be higher than 100 feet. After a moment of waiting, Venblis threw down my wrists, leaving the rest of my body to fall on the gravel. "Stand up."
I obeyed, standing at his will, and we entered the gates, which felt like entering an entirely new kingdom. On the outside it looked as if the road just continued beyond those rails, but on the other side was surrounding darkness with a throne engulfed in flames. Venblis bowed, urging me to do so as well, but I wasn't so quick to oblige. Sitting on the throne in front of me was none other than Satan himself. His presence itself was enough to make me want to throw myself in front of a double edged sword.
"James Owen Sullivan," His voice boomed. It sent a shiver down my spine, and struck me to my very soul. "You haven't done anything unforgettable with your life. Haven't changed many life's, you've piddled, indulged in self centered ways, and quite frankly you're nothing but another worthless soul to me." I couldn't believe myself. Even in the midst of death, I was still trying to gather my scattered thoughts to arrange a plan to get back to a previous life.
"You are in no way deserving of mercy, or saving. You've done nothing great, let alone enough to save you." As Satan continued talking, I could see Venblis out of the corner of my eye, smiling. He was happy to see me in my suffering.
"Now don't get me wrong, Sullivan, I had a magnificent time watching your puny self flail around down there, trying to "get your shit together". It was very entertaining, so I thank you for that. But that's not enough. It just wasn't enough."
I swallowed hard, turning my wrist from side to side in the dirty shackles, almost rubbing my skin raw.
"James, I sentence you to an eternity in hell," My eyes widened as his eyes came to life with pure ecstasy as he saw me dropping to the ground. I felt Venblis's large hands taking me by the arms, burning holes in my skin, readying himself to toss me in to the deep depths of hell.
"NO! WAIT! WAIT, NO! STOP!" I shrieked, my voice filled with pleading sorrow.
"Enjoy your stay." Venblis spoke as Satan roared with laughter.
"STOP! STOP! WAIT YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
I saw the ground below me beginning to part, and my face was met with furious heat waves as hell came into view. I gasped, as Venblis dangled my body over the gaping hole.
Suddenly, words came flowing out of my mouth.
"WAIT! I HAVE SOMETHING! I HAVE SOMETHING YOU'D WANT! SOMETHING YOU'D LIKE!" I looked to Venblis, and saw his face was met with a questioning look, then to Satan who raised his eyebrows.
"You? You have something I want? What could you possibly have that I, Satan, would want?"

I took a deep breath, wheezing for air. I hung my head, staring into those fiery flames. I don't even know where those words came from, but some how they seemed to have accumulated in my mouth.
"Well??"
"My soul," I mumbled. "My soul, you want my soul." I paused, wondering how on earth I could've resorted to this.
"Oh? I want your soul, do I?"
I looked up finally, and spoke directly to Satan.
"Yes, and I'm going to give it to you," I closed my eyes, trying to find the confidence to continue on.
"You can have my soul."

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