"So... I'm dead now, right?" I ask God. Or whoever else is standing right in front of me, tall and its presence almighty. My brain can't even make out where I am. Everything is bright and there are clouds everywhere. But I really believe that whatever is standing in front of me actually is God. Fuck, I hope he hasn't touched my search history. Or worse, the chats with those AI bots. "Yes, Krays, you're dead. I'm so-" Yeah, I won't let God finish that sentence. "I've waited my whole life for this!" I exclaim. "Finally! I'm going down to hell and I'll kill the devil for what he's done!" God looks down at me. "Krays, you... you've earned your place in heaven... There's... There's no need for you to go to Hell at all..." You can really hear the confusion in God's voice. But God knows me. He knows what I've been through. "Fuck no, do you know how much I and Billions of other people have suffered down in this world? I have to go down... someone has to pay... even if it's the devil himself". As I turn to leave, God speaks again. "I will respect your wish. But be warned, taking on the Devil isn't easy." His voice changed from confusion to worry. Really, really bad worry. But I didn't care. As I prepared for my journey to Hell, God spoke again: "Before you go... there's something you need to have. I hope it'll help you in your fight against the devil." God hands me an old wreathed bag. "I know, I know. This thing is very old. But it has all essentials that you could ask for. And..." God pulls out something else, seemingly out of nowhere. It's a sword. It looks like he pulled it straight out of hell. It's pitch black. Darker than any worldly color. And near the tip of it... The eye of a snake. An eye that is still alive, it seems. But it doesn't really bother me, I'm fine with it. "This sword... it once belonged to one of my angels. Until it was corrupted... The worldly desires had overtaken it and turned it... Into what you now know as the sin of pride... Here. See if you can hold it." God throws the sword in my direction, luckily not stabbing me by accident. I catch it perfectly. "Whoa!" I exclaim, genuinely amazed at the sight unfolding before me. My eyes are glued to it for some time. But as soon as I'm done gazing at my new weapon, I decide to put it in my bag for now. Then I turn around. These were the last words I spoke to God. Now I am literally on my way to hell... "God, that is a lot of stairs to go down," I think to myself, not even a minute into my journey. But I don't let that stop me. And I keep going... Meanwhile, let me tell you a little more about myself; my name, as you probably heard God say, is Krays. I don't know how I got here, or how I died. But I do know that my life has been a living hell. I used to have a massive Porn addiction, on top of other very bad issues that didn't help me any further in life. And you have to remember that I'm not the only one who has suffered like this from the devil. The whole world has suffered because of him, in some way, shape or form. And I don't want to let the devil do that anymore... one of us will die...
