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Chapter 1. The introduction.Oh, sweet Satan.It all comes to an end, doesn’t it? It does. Everything has an end. Well, in our humans end, their death, we get to choose. Everyone in my office was shocked that I had chosen hell. Everyone else chose heaven. And I’m kind of ashamed to admit I only did it to look cool.. but I’m not going into heaven after my decision.Before I died, all I could really remember is my wife Amanda, yelling at me. She was miserable. We were miserable. “Don’t let her get anything. She’s put me through enough.” I would say on my death bed, before my heart gave out. Though I do regret not holding on for my children.. I couldn’t stand living. I was in a car accident a week prior, and my bones were shattered. No mind to that anyways. I’m dead now .. and my life in hell has been pretty good. Now why don’t we go back to when it started.. , 3 years ago.After I died, when I arrived in hell, Satan said to me “finally, a friend”. But years later, it would be much more than that. When the conductor looked at my ticket while I sat in the death hall to the gates of heaven and hell, he looked at me confused. “Hell? Why would anyone choose hell?” He would ask. “There must be a mistake, right?” He added. “Hold on, it’s my decision.” I said , an annoyed tone in my voice. “Just get me there already.” I, Leon, groaned. After the attention of being the sole person to pick hell, it got annoying after a while. 15 minutes later, an older man showed up. The conductor looked at me, then him. “This one wants to go to hell.” He said. The man was shocked “repeat that please?” He would ask after multiple times of being told. I interrupted them. I didn’t want to waste my time. I wanted to get there already. We went down some stairs and Onto a roadtrip to get there. I could see the question gnawing at him, eating him alive. And every attempt he made to ask, I shut it down quietly. I made it to the gates, and saw the man peeking to see what it was like. But when he scurried off when the door opened it was only a a door and a welcome mat. A blonde man with blue eyes and stood in front of me after I opened the door and dogs started to run at me, barking and snapping. “Fluffy! Good dogs don’t bite! Good dogs don’t bite!” He yelled out. The dog ripped into his flesh, but it quickly turned into a scar. And he had many of the same scars all over his arms.After a bit of small talk and deciding what to do and where to go, I would lay in my room, thinking. To say the least, I was disappointed. I thought he would be more scary looking. But no. He was .. handsome. And looked young. Around his 20-30s. I blushed and just thought about what the future would be like here. I would become a good friend. A roommate.. maybe more..