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Welcome to Hells Bells. To start us off I would like to say that this IS A WORK OF FICTION. The ideas of these characters may contrast with yours and even my own. the following ideas will be present in this story:
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Did you honestly think humanity's worst were actually rotting in Hell? Even Hell stops being Hell eventually. The Pit, Hole of Fire, The Underworld. These are only a few names that Hell has picked up over the years. A place for the worst of the worst. Fortunately, the worst of the worst have high standards. So, Satan's Underworld isn't what your church tells you. There is no fire, torture, nothing. Actually, Hell has comfy armchairs, really good alcohol, and the only torture in the establishment is when a Victorian pianist decides to kill the mood. Hell isn't a pit, Hell is the finest of nightclubs, for the worst of people. Teddy Harper is the worst of the worst. One of the most hardened criminals of his time with a rap sheet longer than a finger. Teddy has done it all. He's never paid for music in his life, barely uses the crosswalk, he once borrowed a book from the library and never returned it. The lifetime of crime landed him in The Pit. Now, 10 years later he tends bar and hits on women in powdered wigs and tye-dyed shirts alike. What happens when someone he never thought he'd see comes storming up to him, demanding to know why he isn't paying for his sins. Don't you just hate it when mom comes to town?
Welcome to Hells Bells. To start us off I would like to say that this IS A WORK OF FICTION. The ideas of these characters may contrast with yours and even my own. the following ideas will be present in this story:
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