Hello I'm Not Satan

I leaned against the burning slick throne, my day boring. Flames spewed from the ground making me grumble. I layed my staff on the arm of the throne inspecting my nails. 

Not like there is dirt in hell. Because there isnt. Just a pit of fire. Litterally. 

This place consumed me in a never ending fire pit. Everyone basically moped around here, looking for a way out. Only I could leave, but who would watch over it? I made a promise to myself, that no one would beable to sit on my throne.

Bummer.

I was looking foward to killing people again. Not like they can leave just be reborn.

Which sucks ass by the way.

I tapped my fingers on the soft red lining of the pillow I now crushed.

God I need to leave.

"Hello Lucius"

"Yea you're takingover for me".

And then I went to follow my dreams of being an alpaca farmer.