A Hellish Tale of Redemption

The Infernal Bureaucracy

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars wink like the eyes of mischievous demons, there exists a realm beyond mortal comprehension. This is Retribution, a hell forged from the twisted imaginations of its two most illustrious residents: Pink and Blue, the angels of eternal damnation.

Pink, twirling a strand of her flame-red hair, mused, "You know, Blue, I've been thinking..."

"Oh no," Blue interrupted, his chiseled jaw clenching, "Last time you 'thought,' we ended up with a river of flaming excrement. Do you know how hard it is to get that stench out of your wings?"

Pink rolled her eyes, which literally popped out of her skull and rolled across the obsidian floor. She caught them deftly and popped them back in with a squelch.

"No, you lumbering oaf," she continued, "I was thinking about our latest batch of sinners. They seem... different."

Blue raised an eyebrow, causing a small avalanche on his forehead. "Different how? Did they not scream loud enough when we introduced them to the Pit of Eternal Telemarketers?"

"No, no, they screamed beautifully," Pink assured him. "It's just... well, look at this lot."

With a snap of her fingers, a holographic display materialized before them, showcasing their newest residents of Retribution.

"We've got bankers who provided predatory loans, pharmaceutical execs who hiked up drug prices, weapons manufacturers who bribed politicians, media moguls who peddled lies, and government officials who made it all legal," Pink explained, her voice a mix of admiration and disgust.

Blue scratched his head, dislodging a family of imps who had made a nest in his hair. "So? Sounds like business as usual to me."

"Exactly!" Pink exclaimed, her excitement causing small explosions around her. "Don't you see? They've created a hell on Earth that rivals our own! We're becoming obsolete, Blue!"