Who would have thought that Christian hell would be socialist? I wouldn't know. Of my living, I was neither a philosopher, nor into religious studies. I was just a stoner, twice dropout, working at the nearby dispensary. That was until I met a demon during a Halloween party and died of alcohol poisoning. Sorry, I haven't presented myself. My name is Layla, a purgatorial soul that has found another mediocre job in hell. The department for abusers of the elderly might not be the most prestigious or funded... I went down there to make friends for once. And I wanted to bang that demon that accidentally caused my death. But hey, I heard it better than purgatory.
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