Phantom woke up. The air was humid, the ground was dry. It reeked of burnt rubber and chlorine.
Phantom: Where… am I?
Devil 1: You died. Welcome to the Unholy Plane.
Devil 2: Aka Hell.
Phantom: I’m in Hell? Oh. When do I like, get tortured or something?
Devil 1: It’s not really like that. I dunno, it’s mostly just a bunch of like sleazy bars and cheap hotels and basically just a really crappy version of Earth.
Phantom: So… no torture?
Devil 2: No torture. We have like a trillion people here, we stopped doing that to save supplies.
Phantom: So… I don’t get tortured? Because I think I heard someone say you get tor-
Devil 2: ENOUGH WITH THE TORTURE!