“Ahhh!”

I let out a bloodcurdling scream in this godforsaken place as the executioner set the electric chair to perhaps the greatest level of energy, 100,000 volts. This was, of course, Hell. On Earth, a human can only realistically withstand up to 2,000 volts. I specifically requested this form of punishment because I wanted to experience as much excruciating pain as possible. I loved experiencing agonizing pain.

The acrid smell of burning invaded my nostrils. It reminded me of toasted flesh and sparking ozone. The sizzling sound of electricity enveloped the room, creating a haunting symphony of energy. A taste of fear in the air existed. It was a persistent reminder of the horrors I couldn't possibly escape.

My veins were on fire, and every nerve in my body ignited. There was a heavy stench of burning flesh. The air was filled with otherworldly, eerie energy. The souls of the damned shrieking in agony echoed in this realm.

My hands were shaking. My jaw was clenching. My entire body was trembling.

I was once a terrible, evil, revolting human being who had set foot on the planet. I assaulted, terminated, and tortured many people, especially innocent children and women, which is why the judge sentenced me to death via the gas chamber. Boo! That was incredibly boring.

I had made my victims suffer the most horrible and agonizing deaths, and this was the only punishment I could receive? It was unbelievable! At least I would be punished before leaving this world. In fact, I was looking forward to the gas chamber. Instead, I died of cancer. My soul left my body while I was in a hospital prison. What a fucking boring death I had. What a joke! My life was far more interesting than that.

As of this moment, in Hell, my fists were clenching and my breathing was heavy. I was feeling restless.

When I was still on Earth, I couldn't help but notice the lifeless body of the skinny, dark-haired middle-aged man when my spirit was hanging over the hospital bed. That person had committed horrific acts, had a miserable and tortured life, and was on his way to Hell.

Hell. My heart was ecstatically leaping when I realized what it was! I was about to meet the Dark Lord, whom I had served my entire life. My true creator, my true god, is the Devil. Satan himself! One of the reasons I killed people was because of him. I wanted to serve him, to sacrifice these people for him, to give him fresh human blood. This was my nightly sacrifice to him. I prayed to him and performed rituals and spells in his honor. I had a lot of fun worshiping the Dark Lord. But I must admit that another reason I killed them was simple. I loved to kill. I still do.

However, when I killed a demon—someone who was once human but did terrible things that caused him or her to become a demon—that demon always returned to life. Well, at least here in Hell.

Before I descended to Hell, I met Death while walking around the hospital. Death was not what I had anticipated.

I expected to see a towering, black figure brandishing a scythe. She, of course, carried one. Yes, you heard correctly! Death was a she. And she was a beautiful woman with pale skin, a tall and slim figure, and a river of long, dark, and wavy hair sweeping the hospital floor.

She was wielding a large scythe. This is my observation through my dark and keen eyes. I wanted to ravish her because she had this ethereal, sensual beauty. I desperately wanted to take off that ridiculous black gown she was wearing. I wanted to kiss her, suck and bite her flesh, then penetrate her forcefully.

But Death was quick to put a stop to my sexual advances. I was hurled onto the floor, to the farthest part of the hall, by her exquisitely slim arm.

"Not so fast, you creep!" She yelled at me; her face contorted in revulsion.

Of course, I didn't know her at the time, so I asked, "Who are you?" I raised an eyebrow.

She answered me in an annoyed voice. "I am Death."

"No kidding!" I exclaimed, stunned. "I thought Death was a terrifying skeletal figure wielding a scythe. Yet, what I’m seeing right now is a lovely woman," I told her.

She laughed hysterically. She replied, "Thank you for your compliment, but we don't have time to chat. We need to begin moving right away. The Dark Lord is waiting for you. You are on your way to Hell."

"Wow, Dark Lord? As in, Satan?" I was excited when I asked this question. She gave a nod.

I know that many people are terrified of Satan and Hell. But I was really looking forward to meeting him. He was my hero. My source of motivation was him; he was the reason I lived.

I was excited for him and the plethora of punishments he would impose on me. I'd been waiting for this my entire life, and I was finally getting what I wanted.

"Please don't cream your pants," Death whispered, rolling her dark eyes.

She slashed at me with her scythe. We were then engulfed by a circle of fire.

She carried me in her delicate arms as if I were a baby. I couldn't believe she could carry a grown man like me on her thin frame. But, oh well. She was Death. She wasn’t human. She was a formidable force.

I dozed off while I was in her arms. When I awoke, I found myself in Hell.

I was never remorseful about my crimes. In fact, I was proud of myself for doing such horrible things. I simply desired punishment since I was a sadist and a masochist. I enjoyed causing and being subjected to pain. My name was Raymond Reid, and I was the Nocturnal Stalker. The media and the general public despised me. But the insane ladies adored me. It's primarily due to my good appearance, as I've been told. I was a tall, lanky man with dark eyes and a fair complexion. My wavy hair framed my heart-shaped face. They stated that my strongest feature was my well-defined jawline.

Many people told me that if I hadn't been a serial killer, I could have been a successful male model. A model. That would have been hilarious! But, hey, if I were a model, I'd be promoting Jackson D'Ambrisio. It was my favorite booze, and I even got a T-shirt commemorating it. That whiskey had a robust and moderately sweet flavor that I enjoyed. Every time I drank that energizing wine, I felt empowered. It gave me the confidence to carry out my crimes.

Because I liked to wear leather, my fans said I looked like a rock star. I still enjoyed wearing it. Unfortunately, I couldn't wear leather in Hell since, as I already indicated, I died in the hospital prison while wearing my prison uniform. The clothes you were wearing when you died were the ones you would always wear in the afterlife. That sucks. I'd wear my black jacket over my favorite Jackson D'Ambrisio black shirt and black leather pants if I knew I'd die.

My only favorite thing that I wore in hell were a pair of legendary Averie white sneakers. These shoes were the source of my problems. The cops noticed my shoeprints at the crime scene and searched every shoe store for them. The police officers saw the shoeprints, which were similar to the ones on the Averie sneakers. But, hey, at least I'm in Hell now. That's what matters to me.

Now, Lucifer was directly in front of me. He was a tall, lean, and handsome male deity with long, straight, glossy blonde hair, sparkling white skin, and icy blue eyes. He sat atop a black iron throne.

He was dressed in a gown of several hues, including black, crimson, and orange, with matching shoes. His clothing matched the primary colors of Hell. A pair of enormous black angel wings adorned his back. He was gazing at me and smiling viciously at me.

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"My Dark Lord," I respectfully said as I knelt before my hero and bowed my head.

"Raymond Reid," he pleasantly introduced himself. His voice was rich and melodic. "It's nice to meet you, my loyal servant."

"Likewise, my Dark Lord," I answered humbly.

He said, "You had worshipped me. You offered me fresh blood from each of your human victims. In return, I granted you dark powers. You've mastered the art of dark magic. You, my darling, devoted servant, kept praying and sacrificing to me. I felt your devotion. You adored me. I despised you because I, the Devil, am incapable of loving. I could not feel anything but unpleasant emotions. You went above and beyond in my honor. I will punish you now that you're here."

"I am so glad, my sweet Lucifer," I stated. I smiled.

"Glad? What causes you to think you'll appreciate my punishments?" He inquired of me. His tone was bitter and deadly.

"I'm happy to receive your punishment," I declared. "You are my hero. You are my lord. My spirit exists only for your enjoyment. I'd gladly welcome the most agonizing pain and suffering you may inflict on me. I enjoy suffering." I smirked at him.

Lucifer was furious. He transformed into Satan, the large, crimson devil. When he became angry, he assumed his wicked form. That's interesting. I admired him even more afterward.

"How could you? You have no idea how much suffering I will be able to inflict on you. Yet you're looking forward to this," he retorted passionately. His eyes were bright red. "I am certain your opinion will change when you experience my punishment."

I see. I just challenged the Dark Lord. To soothe him, I expressed, "I humbly accept the punishment you may inflict upon me." But he became angrier. He growled.

"Very well," he responded. "I'll administer your first punishment."

Bring it on, my Dark Lord!

Lucifer and I went for a walk along a crimson river. The river resembled lava.

"You must swim in this river," commanded the Dark Lord.

"Yes, my Lord," I answered, bowing my head.

I stripped off my clothes and leaped into the river. The river was so hot that I thought my body would burn. My arms began to burn after about five minutes. My legs were then on fire. Then my entire body, including my face and hair, began to burn. I went very red all over. It was the worst burn I'd ever had. I never had this experience as a human on Earth. As I melted, I yelled.

Due to the pain, I could no longer swim. I was afloat. Then there was complete darkness.

The next thing I knew, a demon fished my body out of a large black net. My face and body were gradually regenerating. I came back to life. My face and body returned to normal. I was dressed in this stupid prison uniform. I despised this uniform. 

"What can you say about my first punishment for you, newbie?" Lucifer questioned me. He was watching over me while I lay in my hospital bed. It's the same bed I slept in before I died on Earth. It was my sickbed as well as my deathbed.

"I adore it!" I exclaimed excitedly. It was great! I wasn't kidding. The way the red water scorched and melted me was amazing. In fact, I wouldn't mind if it happened again.

"What?" The Dark Lord exclaimed; his eyes widened; his face twisted. Lucifer was shocked, angry, and frustrated. He didn't like the fact that I like experiencing agony. Of course, yelling and screaming were normal reactions for me, but I relished the pain. I truly did.

Lucifer summoned a demon. The demon emerged out of thin air.

"Yes, sir?" The demon acknowledged Lucifer.

"Strap this filthy human in his bed. Then tell your fellow demons to attack him with the black daggers I gave you," the Dark Lord ordered.

"Right now, sir," the demon responded, strapping me into this bed with belts. I was tickled by the demon's tight grip on me. The demon shook his head and furrowed his brows. He walked out of the room. He summoned his fellow demons from outside the room and delivered Lucifer's command to them. 

As the demons assaulted me with daggers, I yelled and laughed. My disturbingly happy yells and laughs echoed in the walls of Hell.

"Oh, my God, you hit the spot!" I screamed, high with the exciting torment the demons delivered upon me. Lucifer pointed his finger towards my mouth. My mouth was scorched and melted by a searing tape.

"Do not say His name in my realm!" Lucifer yelled at me. He screamed angrily. He fixed his piercing gaze on me. His brow furrowed in rage. I realized that if I said God's name, something bad would happen. Lucifer pointed his finger towards my mouth. The tape had been magically removed. My mouth returned to normal.

"I am deeply sorry for insulting you, my Dark Lord," I humbly replied to Lucifer.

He grunted in a low and deep voice. I suppose it's his funny way of saying, "I forgive you, my faithful servant." 

The demons continued to attack me until I died. My body returned to normal in just a matter of seconds. In this realm, I lived once again.

Lucifer led me into a small, gloomy chamber. I walked into that room. The room was made of black stones and seemed like a well because it was small and cramped. He instructed me to be in the center. I followed his instructions. Then he commanded his demons to throw me thousands of bees from the ceiling. I suddenly discovered I was standing in a well devoid of water.

A swarm of bees stung me. My face and torso were covered in hives. They were all lumpy, red, and itchy. I couldn't stop myself from scratching myself.

"Are you having fun yet, newbie?" My evil lord dared me. He was cruelly smiling.

"This is nothing more than just discomfort," I replied confidently.

"Hmmm..." he grumbled. "This pitiful human craves more! Give the ants to him!" He ordered the demons.

The demons gave me a hundred thousand ants. Red and black ants attacked me all over. Because of the ants' bites, I couldn't stop screaming. They got into my eyes, my nose, my mouth, my ears, my navel, and my unmentionables. They invaded every hole in my body. I scratched myself until I was completely covered in red and unrecognizable. I scratched myself to death.

In a few seconds, I woke up. My face and body regenerated again. I was healed.

"Did you enjoy it?" Lucifer asked me sadistically. His lips curled up malevolently. He was certain that the punishment he gave me was sufficient to turn me against him and this place. But I couldn't detest him and this place at the same time.

Lucifer was unbelievably magnetic. Hell was mysteriously captivating. It may surprise you, but I enjoyed being here with the most divine yet vile celestial entity. I was madly in love with him. He was my god. He was both dark and brilliant. He was both a dream and a horror for me. He was inexplicably magnificent.

I believed Lucifer was challenging me. So, I answered, "Yes."

The Dark Lord peered at me after I was instantly healed and became good as new. He rested his hand on his chin. He was most likely planning a new punishment for me. But then, surprisingly, he asked me, "Why do you love pain so much?"

I began thinking of words to say. But I just couldn’t think of a good answer to his question. "Sorry, but I can’t provide you with a solid answer, my master. I was just born with a penchant for suffering," I confessed humbly.

"I see," uttered the Prince of Darkness. Even though it was full of malice, his voice was melodic.

I smiled again when I saw his nasty eyes. I loved seeing him like that.

Lucifer ordered the demons to bring me water. They followed their master's orders. My body was drenched in cool crystal water. I felt as if I were being cleansed. Was this a true punishment? Was the Prince of Darkness going to fill this well all the way to the top and drown me in it?

Lucifer clenched his fist and extended his hand. A swarm of piranhas arrived and surrounded me. Then the vicious fish ate all my flesh until I was nothing but bones. Awesome! The Dark Lord was quite astute!

My dear Lucifer led me into the bathroom. I stepped inside. He stood like a loyal puppy outside the restroom, waiting for his owner to complete his bodily functions. I know my analogy sounds bizarre and amusing, but that's how I viewed the situation.

Lucifer announced, "Here in Hell, we have a one-of-a-kind punishment. It's known as ‘the fire and ice bucket challenge.’"

I've never heard of that challenge," I confessed.

"On Earth, in 2014, an ice bucket challenge was created. It was a popular internet challenge or fad in which a person dumps a bucket of cold, bitter ice over his or her head and all over his or her body to raise awareness about amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) and to collect funds for ALS research, patients, and community services," Lucifer responded.

"Uh-huh, that's odd," I said. "How come I've never heard of that challenge?" I asked.

"Because you died in 2013," he explained.

"Anyway," he added, "we're going to add a twist to that challenge.” I see. Well, I don't think it would be such a difficult challenge. I used to take cold showers when I was alive. I wasn't wealthy, so I couldn't afford a heater.

The demons placed handcuffs on my hands and shackles on my feet, then locked them. The shower was opened by one of the demons. The showerhead produced icy hailstones. I was frozen by the hailstones. It was colder and icier than hailstones in Los Angeles and most likely anywhere else on the planet. The hailstones punctured my skin and caused me to bleed. A demon later adjusted the shower. The showerhead produced fire this time. It severely burned me.

The showerhead then pelted me with another batch of hailstones, followed by a huge fire.

The process continued to alternate and repeat. The heat and coolness were inexhaustible. In anguish, I screamed and yelled.

Lucifer inquired of me in his evil tone, "Do you love your showers?"

"Yes, my Dark Lord," I responded naughtily.

I screamed and yelled, and I laughed. When Lucifer became enraged, he told his demon, "Stop the hail and just burn this miserable human to a crisp!"

The demon adjusted the showerhead. The showerhead that used to produce hailstones has now sparked a massive fire. It scorched me to death.

I died. Then I was gradually healed in a matter of seconds. I came back to life. It's funny how Hell kills and resurrects every soul in here, only to make one suffer indefinitely. Hell is weird.

The afterlife is weird.

It’s weird because I enjoyed it here in Hell. While other tortured souls here begged, "Please no more," "Please stop that, and "Please, I can't take it anymore," they were thrown in a pit of fire, worms entered all the parts of their faces and bodies, and they were forced to walk on spiked ground until their feet were punctured and bled.

Of course, those were not the only punishments they received. They were punished severely. We were all punished in many different and painful ways.