The Real Hell?

The last thing I remember was the tightness in my chest which grew until obscurity took over. As I open my eyes -wondering if in fact that Cheese Sandwich was too old- my eyes inspect the room just to realise I’m not in my bedroom. I am now sitting in a gothic Victorian designed sitting room with an empty chair opposite me, topped with cookies and coffee lies a quite distinctive serpent engraved coffee table separating the other chair from mine. Not to be missed, of course, were the 12 feet long glass walls and through it, one could see flames, bright burning hellish flames. Hellish? Wait a minute, my train of thought was put on hold by a charming gentleman, who seemed to have appeared out of thin air. 

He chuckles as he proceeds to say “You might not be familiar with this appearance of mine.”, while I gazed at him from head to toe. “Well, you mortals of Adamah might know me as the Sa-”

 

I cut him a mid-sentence, “-lesman, you are a salesman, of course, but you do this is illegal. I mean kidnapping for your elaborate mark-” He eyes at me with disgust, The man’s enraged snorts are heard, “A Salesman? How low do you think of me? how dare you?” I am The Satan, The father of lies, The Archon of this Cosmos ”, as soon as these words leave his mouth, I realize with a startled gasp, The man now stands with a pitchfork, horns and a barbed tail, his face looked as red as a pomegranate 

 

“Is this a..a dream, this is a dream it can’t be real, why would I be dead? This is a dream, right? Right?....this is a dream right?” I ask in a feeble manner

 

“No.” He responds simply. Which made me wonder and think for an embarrassing five minutes but I finally accepted the fact of being dead because I always suspected my neighbour 

 

“Is this… hell?” my voice cracks, I feel my throat dry

 

“Yes, Sammy, Yes but you’re not being punished,” he replies. “For, you are the punishment.” 

 

“What is it supposed to mean, I’m not being punished? I’m the punishment? ” I question, squinting while my eyes adjust to the presence of “ Hell's flames “. I couldn’t possibly fathom any reason anyone would even feel punished by my existence. Sure, I was rather lonely and miserable while I was alive albeit I tried and failed to make friends but never did I do anything I would consider punishing

 

His grotesque smile was the only answer I received 

 

“Well Mr Satan, you do know you aren’t very informative, right?” I sigh. Just as I decided to treat myself to those cookies, a loud knock on the door interrupted me. A tall man in an overcoat walks through, looking quite harried and defeated.