As the one who could control life or death it was a hassle to fight with someone over their 'valuable' need to live. I had learned to ignore it, all the pleas and all the begging was just a waste of their final breaths. Now how I killed them was a completely different topic. Instead of the famous ' Im just going to take your soul,' I had to kill them manually.
From a knife to the gut or a pistol to the head, something interesting had to happen. Of course unless I wanted to end up exactly like them at the hands of my 'replacement.'
The truth is I could never be replaced. I had a huge roll in Hells murder system. I was, as already stated, the one who actually carried out the deaths. Brutal and painful for those who were horrible in their lives or calm and quick for those who didn't hurt a soul.
Here in Hell it didn't matter who or what you were as long as the overlord Satan liked your petty brain, you were sure to get a good job. That is if your pleas were successful.
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