pov your in hell and neil cici's pizza is satan

its not even that good

The soft, low rumble of a motor could be heard through his slumber, and a sudden feeling of gravity loss in his stomach jolted him awake from what felt like a coma. He was in a small, cramped room, made from cracked brick and painted in ugly strawberry pink. A yellow fluorescent light lit the room, buzzing like an annoying mosquito in one’s ear. Yū looked up at the orange, digital number, beeping once to change from 1 to 2. He looked to his right. A panel of buttons from 1-13 stared back, untouched, except for number 3. 
“I’m in an elevator.” He whispered. “But I don’t remember getting in, or pressing the button.” 
Yū heard another beep. The number above changed from 2 to 3. The movement stopped, and the metal doors opened. 
A wave of hot and humid air crashed over him. A slightly dim, yellow light, similar to the one in the elevator, greeted his eyes. This room was also tiled in brick, painted in a slightly more pleasant coral color, and with a wooden door in the back. A mahogany desk sat in the middle of the rectangular room, accompanied by a black leather chair. Along the walls, tall shelves carved in the brick imposed like paintings in a gallery. They were empty and dark, except for a bed of coals at the bottom of each one. Yū walked out of the elevator, and the metal doors behind him closed. He tip-toed up to the raised hearths, peered at the coals with suspicion, then took a gazing sweep of the room.
“Where am I?” He said curiously.
“In HEEELLLLLLLLLL!” A dark figure burst through the door, dressed in a white suit and top hat. The coals lit up and should’ve burned his arm, but didn’t. Yū whipped his head around to the figure in white. 
“Who the hell are you!?” He shouted and started to analyze the person in front of him. Actually, maybe it wasn’t a person. The figure in white had pitch-black skin, darker than the night itself. No, not skin, scales, like a crocodile’s belly. His hair was black as well, yet it looked more like fur as it ran past his shoulders down his back. Something swayed behind the suit, a skinny tail with a little puff of fur on the end. His legs were bent awkwardly and had hooves instead of feet. Long bony fingers extended from his hands, seamlessly transitioning into claws. He had sheep’s ears, golden eyes, and a feline mouth, smiling with glee, showing off white, viper-like fangs. 
“I’m your new manager!” The creature squealed excitedly, then confidently walked over to the desk. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr… Yū?” He picked up a piece of paper off the desk, squinting at it. 
Yū looked frightened and confused. “What’s happening? Where am I? How did I get here?”
“Ohhhhhh right. I forgot the ‘newly passed’ experience a brief period of amnesia. Lemme fill ya in.” The demon sat down in the leather chair. He snapped his fingers, and another one appeared from a puff of smoke across from him. Yū hesitantly sat down. 
“SO, you are dead. And from quite a gruesome death too.” It paused to read the paper. “You were leaving a concert while being chased by a crowd. Your bodyguards, distracted by the crowd of fans, left you to run down the dark hallway by yourself, and then you were stabbed. Then, as your bodyguards rushed to help you, the crowd rushed forward and trampled over your dying body. Slay king!” 
Yū felt cold and numb. “I’m… dead?” 
“Not for long you are.” The creature interrupted his train of thought. “Oh, I forgot to say, my name is-” The creature said something in unintelligible screams and hisses. “-but you can call me Neil.”
He responded with silence, so Neil continued.
“Your die-hard fans, they miss you, Yū. They love your music, your voice, and (quote-unquote) you.” 
“I- I don’t understand…” 
Neil paused. “Remember Micheal Jackson? Yeah, that was me. I brought him back for a few performances, then sent him on his merry way. Now, he’s walking on the moon. Forever. I can do the same thing for you, let you perform one show as a final goodbye, then rest eternally.” 
The room felt warmer and closer. His mind started to throb with pain. He glanced at the raging fires. They seemed to speak to him.
YOU ARE DEAD AND BURIED YOU ARE DEAD AND BURIED EVERY ONE KNOWS YOU’RE DEAD EVERY ONE KNOWS YOU’RE DEAD
“I’m dead…” Yū rubbed his head with pain. Neil watched.
“That’s being revised, Yū. Even as we speak, my crew is synthesizing blood, organs, tissue, the whole lot. Trust me, Yū, you’ll be number one on the charts by tomorrow.”
Yū swallowed uncomfortably, meeting the demon’s golden eyes. They looked reassuring, but something in him thought they looked familiar. Everything was crazy right now. Maybe he could trust him, just maybe. 
“Ok… fine. Maybe.” The words were choked out of his throat. 
“Oh wonderful! C’mon, I wouldn’t propose a deal without showing proof.” Neil jumped out of his seat with excitement and ran to the door. Yū lagged behind. 
The creature dressed in white waited by the door, watching Yū slowly approach.
“You’re gonna love this.”
He opened the door. The room could only be described as a combination of a surgical room and a science lab. It had metallic walls, cracked tile, and a black ceiling. An operating table was in the middle of the room, in between two metal towers. The towers had large metal spheres on the end, and electricity radiated between them. Neil snapped his fingers again, and little red imps appeared behind them, rushing into the room. They quickly went to work, mixing and talking and grabbing and pushing and putting things together. It was like watching a machine work. After a couple of minutes, a few of them stopped to marvel at something on the operating table. He couldn't quite see it, so he stepped forward to look. 
On the table, a body lay. And it only took Yū a second to realize it was him. His black hair was matted and stiff, his brown eyes closed, his pale skin was cold and rough. But, aside from the general look of death, he seemed to be fine. 
"Woah, you look amazing!" An imp said in a small voice. 
"Really put together!" Said another.
"It's like you haven't aged a day!" 
"It's like we know what we're doing, or something." Grumbled one in the back. 
Neil came up behind Yū with a warm smile. "Yū, darling. You've been gone for way too long. It's been, like, half an hour? Someone could be starting on a new career. Like one of your old producers milking your death and success for money." The demon’s eyes flashed with a sense of worry. But Yū wasn't thinking about that at the moment. 
"Neil, I'm just wondering, why am I not in heaven?" 
Neil paused, then reared back his head in laughter.  The imps, one by one, started to laugh too.
Eventually, Neil stopped laughing long enough to answer the question. “Oh honey! You’re, what, 30 right? Yeah, good luck getting in!”
An imp stopped laughing to add. “They don’t let anybody in past 27!”
“Come on Yū, you don’t need God. Let us be your angels.” Neil laid one of his arms around Yū’s shoulders, while his body stiffened with discomfort. “HIT IT BOYS!” The demon yelled, and not a moment later an imp flipped a giant switch. The room went dark, and the body on the table was struck with lightning from the two metal towers beside it. A thunderous buzzing sound filled the air, and Yū covered his ears in pain. The voice was back. 
YOU ARE DEAD AND BURIED YOU ARE DEAD
“Woooo! Feel the radiation Yū!” Neil’s voice interupted the monsterious voice in his head. 
THERE’S NO CEMENTARY YOU CAN SHED
Thankfully, the shouting stopped when the machine was turned off. 
“I don’t think I want to do this anymore…” Yū rubbed his throbbing head. 
“Oh no!” The imps exclaimed in unison.
“Don’t be frightened of us!”
“Soon enough you’re gonna love us!”
“Just remember,” Neil cooed next to him. “This is your last ride. Ever. For...ever.” 
The demon looked down with an intimidating presence. Yū tried to back up, but Neil grabbed his shoulder. Fill up your lungs, feel better. Look you’re good as new.” His tail motioned to the body on the table, shiny as a porceline doll. “New hands, new throat, new living tissue. You’ve earned this, Yū. You have a new purpose. Think of it as, a lifetime achievement award.”
Neil stuck out his other hand, glowing with a blue aura in some haunting, familiar way. 
Yū hesitates, then takes the hand, his whole body shaking. He briefly fell unconscious, then woke up on the operation table. 

The pop singer stood nervously behind the curtain, listening to the roaring crowd. Outside, his lonely keyboard waited on stage, but he couldn’t bring himself to walk out. The headaches were back, the same ones that screamed threats back in the coral pink office. Neil and his band of imps walked up behind him. 
“Don’t be nervous Yū!” The imps said excitedly.
“We put a billon eyes back on you, you’re a natural babe!”
Neil pushed him out on stage. 
Did he say I’m a natural, or am I un natural? Yū thought. 
It didn’t matter, now he was on stage, and the only way out was towards the instrument. 
Yū walked awkwardly towards his keyboard. The audience fell silence. 
He started to play, the music moving through his body. 
Until his fingers felt numb. Like, really numb. And cold. 
He stopped playing and watched as his fingertips turn black, all the way down to his palms. 
“Neil?” Yū looked back at the curtains, but they were gone. Not even a little imp poked it’s head out. 
Yū looked back at the crowd. His whole body felt numb now, and he fell to the ground. His tissue started to rott, turning black, and skin was soft like an old banana. Soon, he was falling apart, his head slamming onto the cold stage. He couldn’t hear anything, but in his final moments, a pair of glowing, golden eyes from the crowd starring back at him, smiling.