A very, very short story…

Lucifer licked his lips after consuming a crusader.

With a full belly, the Lord of the Flies felt satisfied. Now was the time to entertain his miserable little minions with stories.

Stories that would make them writhe all over again in agony.

Satan took his time in selecting his victims. A man. A woman. And a child. With a flick of his talon they were suddenly above ground again – alive – and in a Nazi concentration camp.

The Devil likes to play tricks on tortured souls. He grants them life again – only to suffer horribly by the hands of other men – before being summoned back to eternal hellfire.

Some special souls suffer through numerous hells. Stories. Over, and over, again.

He liked it that some societies referred to him as “The Trickster.” It was a snappy sobriquet for the Son of Wickedness.

Every day brought new damned souls. Most wandered around aimlessly. Bumping into each other and shuffling along. Some souls however, argued vigorously that they were in the wrong place.

These were the ones the Tempter especially liked to toy with.

The hypocrites. The so-called Christian leaders with Mega Churches built by a cultish followings that worshipped money over God. The Catholic priests that molest young boys, taking away their innocence forever.

Philosophers from all over the world argued for centuries about the possibility of hell on earth. About possible levels of hell like some legends suggested.

In the Zoroastrian religion there is a House of Lies. In Roman and Greek mythology Tartaros is even deeper than Hades and contains the souls of sinners. Torture beyond human description awaits its new arrivals.

Yes, there is a special place in hell. The Devil calls it Story Time.

As It Stands, this story stands alone, naked in its accusations, and provocative on purpose.

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