On my descent down to hell, I met God.

Walking down the cold stone stairs leading to my eternal damnation, I was met with a strange sight. Amidst the pain-written howls of humanity, I saw a figure chained to a stone wall.

The chains burned its flesh whilst at the same time cooling it down enough so the painful embers never stopped.

The figure looked nothing like the other sinners. Its face was withered yet new, its figure feminine yet masculine. They were indescribable. Yet I knew what my eyes were showing me.

God was trapped in hell for their crimes. For their unforgivable sin.

They mumbled something.

“Who would be guiding the souls to heaven?”

“How could they not have seen it wasn’t the morning star that fell. How could my squires not see who sits on the throne?”

Pathetic pleads of a soul forever trapped in the eternity that is hell.

Ramblings that are drowned by the others just like it.

I leave the pleading corpse as my decent continues. Down the cold stairs into the purified fires that were meant for us.

As I walk down the unholy steps, a single phrase stitched to my lips.

“Oh unforgivable be the angel of creation.”

My words Joining the courier of humanity’s fate.