“…Yes.” James finally speaks, his voice hoarse. And it seems you were sent here for… 17 murders. “Well, welcome to hell! As I’m sure you’ve realized, you died not too long ago. “I guess not everyone enjoys that type of humor after dying, huh? In any case, I’m sure you’re wondering where you are and what’s going on.” Vela! I’m happy to see you’ve decided to join us in the realm of the living!” A small pause, “Get it?”Ī small frown befell onto the devil. James assumed this was the man who woke him up. A horned man sat across from him with papers in hand. He seemed to be in an office of some sorts, with documents haphazardly left about. His eyesight finally focused, letting him look around. But perhaps the biggest question he had was: Secondly, he didn’t know where the hell he was. His thoughts were still foggy as a splitting pain wreaked havoc within his head.Īs he gathered his thoughts, he realized a couple things: First of all, his body hurt. The sudden voice surprised James, waking him up from unconsciousness.
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