The Games of Alastor

Chapter Twentyeight (Last chapter)

I was in flames again. "Really?" I asked, annoyed. The demon just shrugged.
Have I described his physical appearance before? I don't think I have. And before you ask, no. He's nothing like any cartoon you may be thinking of nor a red thing with walmart horns.

The shape he takes in front of me is just a dark black mass. Usually a humanoid figure. He's told me that his actual form would burn a human's soul if they saw it.
Now that I don't have a soul, I wonder what would happen to me.

Ok, just get this over with," I sighed. "What do I need to do?" "Glad you're eager," he answered. "I need you to take care guiding the souls." "Thats it?" I asked. I knew Alastor. He wouldn't give me such an easy task.

"Yep."

"Ok, but wher-"

Before I could finish my sentence Alastor touched the middle of my eye brows and I was now by a boiling river. There was a line of women, men, and even children. They all looked like they were just told there pet died.

"Ok," he said. "They all know where they need to go. If you see a spirit run just grab them and send them to Tartarus." "Wait, how the hell do I do that-"

He just left. I cursed under my breath. I looked around my surroundings. There were three pathways.

One with orange flames swallowing everywhere it can get.

One with pure blackness and dark smoke.

And one right down the river with screaming souls.

The tired spirits went. Most went down the path with the smoke. After what seemed like thirty minutes I heard a girl crying. I looked at the line. What looked like a young mother and a girl who could have only been seven were next in line.

I prayed that they went down the path with smoke. I was wrong. They went down
the fire, both weeping. I wondered what they did. twenty seconds they walked after they walked in, I heard the little girls ear periring scream from the fire and the pain it brought. I squeezed my eyes shut, hating that sound more than anything.

After that, everything went as good as it could in hell. Only one dude had fallen into the river, and a couple others had to go to flame. I thought I was done until a boy around 13 tried to run past me. Out of impulse I caught him, I wished I hadn't. Poor dude knew what was going to happen and starting crying, "No! No, I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again! Please." I was about to let him back in line then I heard Alastor, "He tried to run. Do it." "Alastor, its a fucking child," I tried to protest. "Do. It." he ordered once more. He looked me in the eye and I could see the pain he has been through. He's just lost and confused. Only a child.

"I'm so sorry," I was able to say before against my will, put my hand on his head, he screamed in agony, then he was gone.

Now I wish I could join the souls in the fire. After what seemed like eons I felt a knife in my back again. I woke up gasping for air. As soon as I woke, I grabbed the dagger and went to]Adron. He had reformed. I stabbed his eye balls out. It sounded like stepping on a bug.

And that's how it went each day and night. I would endly torment Adron till he couldn't talk, only to send innocent souls to the pits of hell. I know that Saskias spirit went down one of those paths. But I also knew she was smart enough to not run. Every night Alastor had something sick planned, so did I.

For the rest of eternity, it'd be like this. I don't know if I'd regret it or not. Death is to be seen as peace full and endless happiness. They'd be disappointed. No matter what you did in ybur life, you'd end up in either three paths.

To be honest, it's a lose-lose anyway.