Everyone has heard the famous tale of Lucifer's casting from heaven, and how well liked I was before I was force to babysit over a burning peice of shit called hell. A place where all bad souls go once they've gotten a sad face stamped on their behavior card. A hell hole of death, pain and suffering. Its hard to call ikea to remodel your kitchen when burning souls are resting in your basement and demons are at the 'All Human Buffet' in your dinning room. And this my friend, is the out played shit I was escaping from; who knew that dear old daddy o was so easy to forgive. I mean I'm not the one to complain, that gullible old fool ate it all up. Who wouldn't? I was layering it on pretty thick on how I wanted to change, how I wanted to return to his side. A couple of tears and pleas later and wham I was thrusted back into the human world with the first memory of my new life getting pushed out of a vagina. The one thing I didn't see coming however, was being burned alive and sent back to hell.