Evan Freely opened his eyes wincing against the harsh light of the early morning sun. Lifting himself up off the ground Evan groggily begins to wipe the sleep from his eyes. His brain then realized that he just picked himself up off of the ground and not up and out of his comfy king sized bed. Desperately he looked around hoping to find something, anything that would give him just a vague idea of where he was. It was hot, dark, and the ground felt as if it was made of a rough stone. Not a single one of those things screamed Montana.

"Where the fuck am.." "Welcome to Hell!" His body shuddered as the voice seemed to come from everywhere and yet nowhere. Standing up he desperately looked for the source of the voice, as his eyes focus and unfocus as they adjust to the dark, hot room his eyes fall upon a lone dark figure. "Oh how rude of me." A snap echoes throughout the dark chamber and suddenly magma is pouring out of the walls into what appear to be several fountains of sorts. In the magma lit chamber Evan can finally see the progenitor of the voice. Evans body shivers as his looks at the now not so dark figure. It appears to be a cloaked woman from what he can tell by the petite frame. As she lets down her hood immediatly Evan feels his pulse begin to rise, his legs begin to shake, and his palms begin to sweat. She is stunningly beautiful. Her raven black hair hovers not even an inch from her moon like complexion. A malicious smile begins to form upon her perfectly sculpted face. And Evan suddenly feels nothing short of terror ring through his bones and thrashes upon his soul. A pig gone to slaughter. Those were the first thoughts to enter evans head as he watched the woman take long graful stries towards him.

"Hello anybody home I said Welcome to Hell. Are you even listening? Dont tell me I got another dumb one! Wheres all the begging and the crying?" Evan stood there eyes glazed over body and mind alike in shock. "I'm... I'm dead? like actually dead. But how? I dont understand." The figure stood there understanding appearing upon her pale like face. "Oh a sleeper I see, they never know what happened one minute there asleep in there bed the next there lying on a brimstone floor or a fluffy cloud." Evans eyes seem to come to a focus " But why am I here I dont feel guilty about anything. Thats how it works right we're rooted here by our own guilt?" "Wow someone has done there homework color me impressed! While you are completely correct sometimes people are drawn here with a purpose instead of guilt or sin. So why dont you tell me why you think your here Evan Freely." As the woman nears Evan, he feels as if somethings pressing down upon him, rooting him to the very spot he stands. A hopeless smile makes its way to Evans face. "I want to talk to the big man" panic sets in "why the fuck did I say that. What in the (pun not intended) Hell is wrong with me!" At this point the unnamed woman stops walking completely and her smile threatened to outgrow her face. Her eyes look at Evan as if they were reading his very soul. "And Why would that be Mister Reporter? You cant be telling me that you actually want to interview the Devil." Hope flashes across Evans eyes "Actually yes thats exactly what I wanted to do." "Smooth real smooth. A sparkle meets the mysterious ladys' eye "You actually want to meet Lucifer, my my you are a weird one. And based on how you skipped the begging for your life part, I doubt you wanna try and bribe him. I dont see a reason not to let you go other than he's busy but who am I kidding he loves company."

Suddenly the unkown force vanishes and Evan trips over nothing and falls to the floor. "Probably should have warned ya about struggling against that. Can really tire out the body." As Evan lay on the floor exausted sweat trickling down his brow he lets out a wheezy sarcastic remark "I... Dont.. know... what.. your talking ..about I meant... to do that." The woman stares down in silence before she burst out laughing. "Oh my God I havent been talked back to in years its actually quite refreshing." Evan slowly pushes himself back up to his feet and dusts off his pants.... scratch that Evan has no pants. "Where are my pants!" "Oh, that yeah you must not have been wearing any when you died. At least you had your undies on youd be surprised how many I take in the nude. Here." She throws a pair of burlap shorts to Evan in which he catches and puts on in kind.

The now somewhat less menacing woman grabs Evans arm and begins to lead him down several door filled hallways. Every door they passed looked different and yet most sounded the same. Just pure agonizing screams, though some held cryingn while the most terrifying held manic laughter. "Dont be alarmed by the rooms theyre each someones personalized hell space." "Dont be alarmed by the rooms she says its just a Hell space she says like its not the creepiest thing ever." After what felt like an endless amount of turns and doors we finally arrived to a set of thirty foot high doors with what appeared to be covered in... runes? Then like it's nothing this 5'4 woman just pushes open doors that mustve weighed like thousands of pounds. "What the fuck was that!?" The woman looks over curiously "What was what did you see a demon, or maybe a hydra slithering about they are actually pretty common down here." Evan just stares at her slack jawed " What no I mean the door, I wouldve probably reacted very differently to either of those two things." Evan says as his eyes begin to wander back and forth rapidly from hallway to hallway. "Really you consider that impressive? Sometimes I forget how weak father made your species."

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At that Evan pauses before running to catch back up with her after remembering well you know hydras and all that jazz. "You know God, no scratch that did you just call him your father? You dont mean in like God is everyones father sort of fashion do you?" At that the woman looks absolutely appaled " You humans think God birthed all of you! If he did that then you would obviously be able to move that door and youd be able to fly with your awesome wings. Both are things I'm certain you cannot do. So no I don't mean it like that God is my biological Father." "Geez butt hurt much" As Evan finally takes his eyes off the daughter of God and looks at the room he feels as if he's lived his life without ever truely living.The floors stonework was just stunningly beautiful almost like it was telling a story. There were statues lining the emaculate hallway that leads to the throne room, all of which appear to be of historical figures, Ghandi, Sparticus, Napoleon, King arthur, Yoda, and many more. "Wait yoda what is he doing here he does not match the theme at all." And past all of these statues lies one giant one made of what appears to be ivory? Its of a giant man with goat horns and legs with giant bat wings upon his back carrying an angel in one hand and a trident in the other. As we pass the crazy room of statues we arrive in a throne room.

And there seated upon a pitch black throne was the most handsome man Evan has ever seen standing at 6'3 with shoulder length black hair and eyes as red as the blood bumping in Evans body, and for the second time that day a face that seemed to be sculpted by the Gods. This man looks upon Evan with a look of pure confusion then his gaze moves towards the woman to Evans right and his face lights up. "Sister!" The man travels thirty feet in the blink of an eye. One second he's in front of Evan sitting on a throne the next he's hugging now known sister of the devil and daughter of God. She Pushes him off "Lucifer no hugging in front of company you have a reputation to uphold." Lucifers face hardens and his eyes seem to glow as his gaze seems to peirce right through evans very being.

"Evan T Freely, age 24, cause of death... You shouldnt be here Evan, youve definetly earned your place in heaven." "Ah thats just it brother he has given a reason for being here and I think youll find it quite amusing." The woman looks to Evan as if giving him permision to speak. " Ah yes I um... I wish to get an interview with you sir. It would seem you already know my story so it seems only fair that you give me your own." Lucifers eyes go round, his sister who appears to have been drinking some sort of alcholic beverage starts to choke and spits it back in the cup. The look of surprise on the mans face is soon replaced with a calm composure. He snaps his fingers and suddenly im sitting at a table. "Care for a drink?" He waves his hand one way and what appears to be a vodkatonic appears before me "or maybe something to eat?" he waves his hand again and a steak with mashed potatoes is placed in front of me. "This could take a while" he says showing off his pearly whites. "My name is Lucifer Lightbringer and this is my story...."