A second chance to murder

Shouldn't hell be warm?

Bright lights were shining in my face. I felt blind. I looked around but I could see anything. I closed my eyes but nothing changed. Voices. Flickering I and out. My name, Alex. Over and over it was repeated. The darkness started to retreat leaving me with very little but some eye site.

AJ was standing next to me, bent over, shacking my shoulder. I could see bright glimmering white all around me. Then I remembered... The explosion?! What happened?! Where were we?!

Heaven.

"AJ, are we in heaven?" I asked in a small voice.

His expression said it all. After everything we did even Hell would be to good. AJ moved the flash light out of my face and the bitter truth was confirmed. I was not in Heaven, I was intact in Hell. Not hell like when you yell 'IM IN HELL!' When you look at the clock in a math lesson and realise your only sixteen minutes in. No. Actual Hell. Like the fiery satanic oven.

Wait... It wasn't anything like an oven. I was cold. I looked over at AJ, he was shivering. So was I. There was snow on the ground. The fire was cold.

"Why is it so cold here?"

AJ gasped and ran back suddenly. Confused I looked behind me only to see, you guessed it! The Devil himself.

"Like what I did with the place! A little Christmas touch"