Splatter of words

Accidentally friends

"So what will it be, heaven or hell?" 

I had no idea where I was, the last thing I could remember was my head hitting the concrete as I was hit by a car. Now I was standing in front of a desk, an old man who looked as if he just asked me whether I wanted to pay with cash or card.

"What, er, hell then, I'll be right at home."

He raised an eyebrow at me before heaving himself up and opening a door. Behind the door there was a ladder leading into a place which glowed red and orange. Oh fuck. This is real.

"Straight down there and just follow the path."

"No, I take it back! I didn't think you were serious, do you understand sarcasm?"

"No, now go down there before I push you down"

I found myself in front of yet another door. This one was a beautifully carved wooden door, painted black with a gold handle to the left. There was a sign by it that red "Come on in". After taking a deep breath I turned the handle and walked through.

"Oh finally, a friend!"

This was not what I had imagined hell would be like, I was standing in a small room with a fire gently burning on the back wall, there were two worn out leather couches scattered with cushions and blankets either side of a round table covered in books and magazines. To my right was a wall lined with bookshelves, so full that some books had fallen out and littered the surrounding floor. On my other side was a staircase standing next to an archway leading through to what looked like a kitchen. Right in front of me there was a man, his skin was red and he had small horns pointing through his scalp.

"Satan?"

"Yes, and you?"

"Lucy". Did I really just tell the dark lord of the underworld, the one who controls all evil, knows no good, my name? i'm an idiot.

"Well allow me to show you around, it's quite a small place, God said because I don't have many visitors I should downgrade so I told him he should manage his finances better, and this is your room, I haven't had much time to prepare so it looks a bit plain but you can decorate it"

He had lead me upstairs and shown me into an empty room. Bit plain was an understatement.

"Decorate it, what with?!"

"Oh did you not know, well basically if you want something you just have to envision it, for example if you want a bed just imagine the bed that you want where you want it, close your eyes, and when you open them, it'll be there, you can also change the room or add onto it if you want."

I closed my eyes and imagined a large bed in the far corner of the room, stacked with pillows and a soft duvet, when I opened my eyes it was there.

"Wow"

"I'll be downstairs if you want me."

A couple of hours later, I headed down stairs and wondered into the kitchen, it had a strong but pleasant scent of baking and on the counter was a cake with the words, "For my first friend" ice on top. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.