You Choose

I'm dead.

I don't remember how but I am.

I woke up in this dark tiny room, I cant lift a finger, I'm doomed, this place do not look like heaven.

"You choose" said a very calm and ancient sounding voice in my head.

"Be a devil and inflict pain for the remaining time of your existence or be tortured for a hundred thousand years and be free afterwards"

'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuuckkk'

I must've been an awful person, a hundred thousand years? I might as well became satan himself.

"Please turn me into a devil" how the hell was I living as? I'm such a terrible person that I have the chance to became a devil. Well so let's start dancing with devil.

My mind went blank.Next thing I saw was a blood red sky. It's happening, I'm starting my new work as a devil myself, wish whoever's became my victim luck.