The devil sent me to heaven..., page 1

This is a made up story! Lol
For some reason I just lived as a mean person, I never hurt a human or animals. My lifetime was full of being bitter to people. Yelling at anyone made me feel good. Once a man was pushing a cart full of tin cans. The noise drove me insane. I walked up and yelled at this poor man.

My favorite was if two people were kissing I would yell at them to get a room. I can't stand people being happy.

Now I am dead on earth and I live in hell. I love this place. No one here is happy but me. They even put me in-charge of branding the new arrivals. We get 200 people each day. Once they walk through the gate I chain them up to a wall and brand a number on their back. I like to leave the red hot metal on them longer then I should.

I am much nicer than the others who brand. When I arrived at the gate they branded me and poured alcohol on mine after so I would not get a infection. Me nope I don't care, let them get infected.

Now I have a problem, they told me I am too happy to be here in hell. I told the boss how much I love it here and I fit in.

Poof, the devil sent me to heaven.
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