Let me pass

The summoning into hell felt weird. It was like being in an elevator from a high-rise building that sped down. A pressure built up in my ears while a ringing sound like tinnitus blared in my skull. I found myself kneeling on the ground, about to throw up when I opened my eyes. 

"Shit, this is like a hangover but a thousand times worse," I couldn't help but complain. 

I forced myself to swallow back my dinner and looked around me. Hundreds of people were appearing and walking about in a clean white area. There were others like me who seemed uncomfortable. And then there were a few who had it worse as they puked their guts out. 

The vast majority, however, acted as if they had only walked out of the elevator. The men and women of various races and ethnicities arrived and interacted. 

'Those must be the seasoned reapers. I mean, if you had to deal with this every night, sooner or later it would lose its novelty and just become a nuisance.'