Hell

You know Hell isn't quite that bad. It's more of a job for me, well since I've worked my way up the ladder. I started as a walker then I just walked my way to a certain point until a demon just said, “Hey you come with me”, and now I’m here standing above them all. You see it's kinda fun, I get to keep track of everyone who comes through the door that sits on the edge of the world. I believe it's some sort of portal from earth to Hell, but I don't know. I’ve never tried going through it nor have anyone else. I only see people coming from it. I see men, women, and maybe some children if I get lucky. Usually my day goes by like this. I wake up and go out from my house and lean against my podium with my check list then I go back to bed once people stop coming and the light disappears. That's when the room goes dark. My check list has all of the names of people who have died on earth and have been sent here. I look down upon rows zig-zagged through an endless room. It's just white here; nothing more nothing less. The only colors that appear is through that door. The people here have the same clothing as what they were wearing when they died. Some have t-shirts and shorts others have jackets and jeans. For me I still have my blue soldiers uniform and a blood stain on where I was shot. The people, I just watch them move and I place a check next to an eternally damned name. Every now and then I may get a visit from a demon who goes by the name Araqiel. He travels from Hell to earth then back to Hell helping delivering souls. He always has great stories from earth. One time he told me about a story where this guy who is hated by half the people in the world becomes a leader on earth. He tries to keep me up to date with everything going on with life since I’ve had death for quite some time. He told me of how Lincoln died, the wars that have begun and ended, especially the two major ones. He's told me about how two giant structures were destroyed in a great explosion, he seemed really fond of this event since he used great detail to describe it. However whenever he comes to visit and check that everything is sublime, I ask him the same question. What year is it now? He still refuses to answer. He’d either tell me another story or make a joke. I have no clue how long I’ve been here and it slightly annoys me, not that I got anything to do other than watch and record people, but I’d still like to know. Anyway I’m going to get back to work. Need to make sure I’ve accounted everyone today so I can get some rest.