A Hellish Tale of Redemption

Karmic Comeuppance

And so began Operation Earthly Retribution. Pink and Blue, with gleeful malice, began dispatching their sinners back to the mortal realm, each with a specially crafted ironic punishment.

The banker who had foreclosed on thousands of homes found himself trapped in an endless maze of paperwork, each form promising salvation but leading only to more bureaucratic hell. His fingers bled as he filled out form after form, the paper cuts never healing, his hopes eternally crushed by fine print.

The pharmaceutical executive who had profited from others' pain now experienced every side effect listed in his company's drug pamphlets simultaneously. His body a battlefield of contradictory symptoms, he begged for relief that would never come.

The weapons manufacturer was reincarnated as a sentient bullet, doomed to experience the terror and pain of every life he had helped extinguish. He ricocheted through time and space, a metal harbinger of the suffering he had so callously propagated.

The media mogul found his consciousness fragmented across every screen in the world, forced to broadcast the truth he had so long suppressed. His lies peeled away like rotting skin, revealing the festering reality beneath.

And the government official? She was sentenced to live out every life affected by her corrupt policies. From the child dying of treatable illness to the veteran sleeping on the streets, she experienced it all, her empathy no longer an option but a prison.

Pink and Blue watched their handiwork unfold on Earth, cackling with demonic glee.

"Oh, this is delicious," Pink purred, licking her lips with a forked tongue that tasted the air like a snake. "Look at them squirm!"

"Indeed," Blue agreed, absentmindedly polishing his horns with the skin of a fallen angel. "But I can't help but wonder... are we doing too good a job?"