One Hell of a Time

A new soul had been sorted into hell. In a room that looked suspicously like an interrogation room, the soul materialized above one of the two small chairs. It was a fist-sized ball of blue-white flame. Obviously, this made the chair obsolete, but the blond being sitting on the opposite side of the table seemed not to notice. Instead, it clicked its fingers, and the soul suddenly burned a bit brighter, and started to move around.

'It doesn't hurt anymore? That's great! Wait... does that mean I'm not dead? If I died I would definately be damned for all eternity, and that would probably hurt even more...' was the soul's first thoughts as it regained a semblance of consciousness. "Excuse me, can you tell me your name?" the blond being sitting on the chair asked. They could pull the information directly from the soul, but letting the soul interact and take part in the process would help it to get used to its new form.

After hearing a voice, the soul 'looked' at the being on the other side of the table and stopped moving. '...She is so hot. That long, blonde hair, perfect face, tanned complexion, all the things I love the most, as well as the perfect amount of skin showing. I wonder what she looks like naked, and how her soft body would feel against mine...' the soul thought to itself, before quickly saying something to end the awkward silence. 'Ah- my name is Domonic, Domonic Szell.' the soul, Domonic, then seemed to pause before starting to think in a panic. 'thinking and speaking feel the same... does that mean she knows what I'm 'thinking' right now? Did she 'hear' my first thought? I hope she doesn't know what I was thinking about...' When faced with someone as beautiful as the being in front of him, what human wouldn't think about the same lewd things as he did? Domonic tried to justify himself before the being started to talk again. "Don't worry, some even jump directly to thinking of raping me. You're above average in that regard." After getting confirmation of his worst fear, Dominic did his best to stop thinking which, predictably, didn't go well. The being didn't seem to mind, but that didn't stop Dominic from panicking.

Ignoring Dominic's mental acrobatics, the being continued its questions. "What was the date yesterday?" it said.Dominic redirected his focus and said 'Erm... Sunday the 17th'"Month and year" it said, flipping through the pages of a thick tome that appeared from nowhere.'March 2019'"Hmm... Quite lucky then" the being said as it found something in the tome. Domonic tried to see the pages, but the markings jumped around and wriggled like a pit of cannabalistic snakes, so he couldn't understand anything. After the book vanished once again, the being looked back to Dominic and finally introduced itself. "I am the demon Ozzokel; everyone calls me Ozzy. I'll be your guide through your first few days in hell!"