I had only been to the Ring of Wrath once before for a rodeo. It was right after I had landed in Hell and was trying to figure my afterlife out. Now, as I returned and made my way to the motel, I thought back on those early days.
It had been during some harvest festival. While wandering about the fairgrounds, I had seen a rather bullheaded sinner yell at his girlfriend. From the sound of it, she had looked at his phone and caught him cheating on her with her roommate. When he finally stormed off, I jokingly had asked her if she wanted me to off the bastard. Surprisingly, she agreed and that was the beginning of my career.
"Fucking hell," I groaned, shaken out of my daydream by the shabbiness of the room I had been assigned. It looked like a textbook crime scene where hookers were murdered in the bathtub. Thank all that was unholy I was just going to be here for a night or two.
I settled in and tried to turn on the TV. Nothing. Groaning, I moved to flick off the light and just go to bed but stopped when I heard a voice from the next room say, "I failed to kill the target at the festival. But don't worry ma'am, it won't happen again."
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Roman d'amourAfter your entrance into the underworld, you begin to make a living disposing of your client's cheating partners. Love is completely off the table. After all, who would be able to find true love in a place like Hell? From the author of Dancing With...
