Haphazard Explorations & Experiments In Fiction
Staring at a blank wall I can’t help but wonder, could it ever have turned out differently? Was there some moment that passed me by, some opportunity for everything to play out another way? I mean if God made us all, then doesn’t that mean he made this way? Condemned. They say free will is his gift to us, but that sounds like an excuse. A cop-out for why, from one generation to the next, most of humanity ends up in hell. It’s not like we get a second chance. Reincarnation is a bunch of bullshit as far as I know.
I’m not holding my breath for it, I can tell you that much. I sold my soul and it’s just not as easy as being reborn, doing things right next time around. No fucking way they let me off that easy. They told me I could work it off and reclaim ownership but… I should’ve known better. Acting as a servant of hell is no way to earn your way into heaven. I guess at the back of my mind I always hoped for purgatory. If I did enough, maybe they would just toss me to the side. Forgotten. No such luck though. The fallen don’t forget.
“Are you ready?” he asks, gun pressed to the back of my head.
Shrugging, I tell him, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
My handler, my sometimes partner in sin, my demonic friend… he steels himself and pulls the trigger. A bursting moment of pain and then I’m falling. I wonder what it’ll be like down there. Filled with all the most interesting people, a festival of sins? I suppose I could hope… but I hear they tell everyone entering to abandon that.
II. The Third Day