I turn the GPS on and only then I realize the similarities between hell and Earth are bigger than I thought. Just like the world of the living, the underworld is divided in, let’s say, countries. In all, there’re seven: Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Sloth and Pride. Each country has its president, which, something tells me, are all dictators. I think there are no elections in hell, even though they have a lot of politicians here. The rulers are, respectively: Mammon, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Azazel, Asmodeus, Belphegor and Lucifer. The last one being also the dictator of all hell.
(The GPS gives me information as soon as I turn it on, I think I understand why the translucent shapeless demon asked me if I was new.)
After the initial information, the screen switches to the real initial screen. The eleven inch screen shows only two icons: Search and Map. I click on Search, and it opens a bar and a keyboard. I type in the word “clothes” and in seconds a list of clothing stores (I’m not sure if they are in fact stores, but until I know what they are exactly I’ll interpret them as stores) shows up. All the brands I know are there, and also some who hasn’t existed on Earth for many years now. I select one that looks like a thrift store, ’cause, if it’s a store in the earthly sense, I’ll need a place where I can bargain (I don’t have any money) and I think a thrift store will bargain, whereas a store who sells clothes with the name of a person won’t.
I click on the name of the store, a loading icon appears and soon there’s a voice: Very well, let’s start. The place you want to go is located at the Lust Circle, currently ruled by Asmodeus, you’re 3106 miles from your destination.”
It would be a long walk, I almost give up, but it was better to walk all that, no matter how long it’d take, or what could happen, than not having perspective of getting clothes to cover the nudity that embarrassed me so. I began to walk.