Most people believe that how we live here on earth will determine our destinations in the afterlife. Some believe that, after a human being dies, their souls goes up to heaven or hell, and that it would be determined by ones' way of living here on earth. Those who do great deeds and live pure lives here on earth will go to heaven where there's no suffering while those who live reckless and sinful lives will go to hell in the afterlife. As to whether these places exists, no one knows for sure until they die. Only the dead can testify to their existence.
According to Marianne Thornveil, true hell was the earth itself. As she stood in front of the live recording camera on her smartphone in the dark room, she was ready to confess to the whole world, to let them know that she had experienced hell here on earth and that maybe there's no hell in the afterlife. Her hands were covered in blood that dripped on certain bodies that lay on top of one another; they were corpses.
She knelt down and adjusted the phone to capture her well. She separated the bodies and started introducing them to the five million viewers, "See this? This is my mother, my birth mother. I killed her myself." She lifted up another face of a man and said, "He's my dad, also dead by my hands."
The livestream was flooded with lots of comments that she paid no attention to. She was being cursed and threatened by the viewers.
'You're no human, just a devil in an angels clothing.'
'They're coming for you, no way you're getting away with this.' 'Prepare to experience true hell.' 'May God have mercy on you.' 'You deserve to be burned alive in hell fire.' 'You're just a pretty face with a devil's soul.'
'You're the devil's representative. I wish your face wasn't that pretty and it would have horns and scars everywhere.'
The comments were too many that she could not even read a single one before being interrupted by another. She continued pointed at two other corpses of male and female teens, "These are my siblings 'corpses. Those imbeciles." She looked at the camera and said in a raspy voice, "I know lots of you wish me dead and say that I shall go to hell,but to me, I've always been living in hell. Which other hell than this earth? To those wishing me death, thanks because that's my only redemption. I'll redeem myself through death."
"This hell never gave me, the Devil Killer, a chance to redeem myself, perhaps, the afterlife will." She finished talking and picked a knife that was covered in blood on the floor and slit her throat. A tear rolled down her cheek from her left eye as she collapsed on the floor.
The police entered the room when it was too late, the Devil Killer and her whole family were long dead. There was only corpses to collect.
The news of the Devil Killer's death hit the whole nation. She had terrified the entire nation. No one had known her identity until when she had decided to reveal herself. Many were still in disbelieve that it was a lady, a pretty one at that. How could such a lady that was so stunning be such a ruthless killer?
The greatest case that had shook the nation, The Devil Killer, was closed by Marianne's death. She had been the culprit that had killed a lot of children by burning them alive in an orphanage. She had been the one that had killed the school principal by dismembering his parts into pieces for a whole week till he died. She had been the killer of the security guard that had been electrocuted to death.
Marianne had done all these killings in her livestream called, Devil Killer. She had won black robes that did not allow one to guess her gender and she had also covered her entire face. She had worn gloves on her hands, there was no part of her body that could have been seen on the camera.
The police had tried to capture her with no success. She had done the actions discreetly that she left no evidence of her whereabouts. Her livestream had gone viral during this time that she had done these things. She had killed so many people that many lost count. When everyone was still deciphering her next move, they were shocked when she had came to screen without hiding herself in the black robes and hiding her face behind the mask.
What shocked them more was that she was the president's daughter in law. How could such a lovely person end up being a killer? She had always attended charity events and donated to the needy. She had always been a friendly person, that's according to those who knew her. Many were left with many unanswered questions, debates were held by the nation's philosophical individuals and assumptions were made but nothing could be changed, The Devil Killer's case was closed.
In Drustin's household, a certain young man was comfortably sitting on the coach in the living room watching TV.
"The Devil Killer's news has hit the entire nation and is still the most talked about incident. There have never been such a case in the last a hundred..." Mrs. Drustin walked in and switched off the television, interrupting her son's concentration.
"Mom. Don't be like this!" The young man told his mother. Mrs. said, " Cael, enough with all the news about the Devil Killer. Why are you so obsessed?"
Cael looked at his mother and sighed then explained, "I'm just trying to understand her."
Mrs. Drustin looked at her son and wondered whether he was right in his senses. He had been obsessed with the Devil Killer's case since the day it had surfaced.
"What can you understand about a sinner? She's evil." Mrs. Drustin
"Sinners can be forgiven. God forgives sinners and Jesus also associated himself with sinners." Cael explained to his mother.
"That's up to God. You're not God." Mrs. Drustin pointed out.
Cael added, "She didn't look like a bad person to me. I could see her eyes, she isn't what everyone thinks of her. She's such a pure soul."
His mother almost slapped him but restrained her hand. "It seems you've forgotten about your brothers' death. She killed her." Mrs. Drustin started shedding tears as she spoke out loud, in sobs, "Where do you get the nerve to say that she is not what everyone thinks? Get out. Get out." Mrs. Drustin commanded her son to leave the house.
Cael wanted to explain himself to his mother but did not get the chance. His mother was so angry that she did not give another chance to say a word. He dejectedly left the house.
Mrs. Drustin later received the worst news from their neighbour. Cael had been hit by a car when crossing the road the minute he had left the house. Mrs. Drustin could not bare the pain of loosing the only child she had been left with and thus she commited suicide by jumping off a building.
. . .
Marianne woke up in a deserted land that looked like the African Sahara, surrounded by a lot of people that looked pathetic. Majority of these people were injured to the point that some even lacked certain body parts. What surprised her was that the injuries looked fresh but were not bleeding. So this is the afterlife? Or am I still alive? She wondered.
She scrutinized herself and noticed that her clothes were still covered in blood, the only difference was that it had dried. Does this place freeze all the liquids? She wondered. She was surprised when she saw some of the people walking around without heads but they were not bleeding despite the top looking so fresh wounded.
She remembered she also had a wound, she touched it and noticed it was still there but like everyone else, it was not bleeding.
They were startled by a voice that came from above through the vast 'sky', if it could be referred to as that way. They were hundreds of them but they all could here it correctly.
"Welcome to the afterlife everyone. You're supposed to walk on the staircase that you'll see ahead of you that will lead you to the High Court."
Murmurs could be heard between the crowds. Some questioned whether it was God's voice.
"I doubt it could be God's voice since my life on earth can't even allow me to listen to His voice." A certain person without a left hand spoke. Others looked at him with surprises on their faces. Before anybody could comment, a crackling sound was heard and a staircase mysteriously showed up in the vast sky.
The staircase had no handrails and it was so long that nobody could see the end of it. Worst of it all, it went up in the sky. They were shocked on realizing how difficult it was gonna be to go over it.
Those with missing body parts were instructed by the same voice to remain behind as the rest started climbing the staircase. Their body parts would be delivered to them.
A certain person that missed the lower half of his body teased another that lacked the half of his every body organ, it was split in the middle from top to bottom. He was crawling on the floor and the other found it ridiculous.
"Why bother? Haven't you heard that our body parts are gonna be brought to us? I'd advice you relax and patiently wait."
The crawling one replied, "What do you know? Will the parts be attached to us once they're brought to us? I would better start moving right now or else it would take me forever to go up those stairs."
The other person looked taken a back for a while. Would they be attached to them or not? He started wondering.
"Hey, I'm Robert. And you are?" The one without the lower half introduced himself to the crawling one.
"Leave me alone, will you?"
"What a temper you've got there! We can be friends. If you won't tell me your name then I'll call you Crawler."
The crawling one rolled his eyes at the name. Who calls a friend according to the way they walk? He retorted, "No friends in hell!"
"You think this is hell, Crawler?" The other one asked. The crawling individual ignored how he referred to him. It wouldn't hurt to be called that way anyway.
"What other place could look like this?"
A group of soldiers landed from the sky like angels, the only difference was they were all dressed in black. They carried with them boxes that they assumed contained their body parts.
The soldiers distributed the body parts to each individual accordingly. Certain numbers were tattooed on the body parts.
Robert exclaimed when he checked the number inscripted on his left leg in red ink, "1463211: 15:02! What's this? Does yours contain anything, Crawler?"
"1701256: 15:02. Looks like our new identities." He replied. Everyone had a number tattooed on their bodies at a certain part.
A voice they had all grown used to announced, "Everyone is supposed to carry with them their body parts and go over the staircase to the High Court. No helping one another."
"Hah!" They all exclaimed. How were they supposed to climb up the staircase that had no handrails when some did not have limbs. Isn't this torture?
Those without hands complained on how they were gonna make it while those without legs also complained. They were gonna take forever to reach their destination, The High Court that they could not even see.
A certain girl without hands complained, "How am I supposed to carry my hands without my hands? This is total torture."
Those near her laughed out loud. A head without the body spoke, "What do you expect from hell? I have to carry my head too."
"You're lucky." A young man standing near the head spoke out, pointed at body pieces on the floor, "What about her? How is she gonna make it up there?" Everyone around laughed out loud that they almost broke their ribs; those that had them.
"You're all so vicious." Somebody else said.
"What do you expect from those in hell?" Another replied.