Trapped

"You did...WHAT!?" I screamed at him.

"You heard me," he said calmly.

"Why the HELL would you do that!?" I screamed louder.

"I was raised horribly in both foster homes," he said coldly. "They abused me, both kids and adults. I needed revenge."

"That gives you NO reason to kill them!" I said. "But how does this relate to everything else?"

"After I did that, God came to me," he said. "And there was someone behind him, and he was really handsome."

That day... In John's point of view (the dad)
"John Faulkner," said God. "Do you know what you have done today?"

"Yes, sir, I do," I said.

"With something this terrible, I'm sorry to say you will never make it to heaven."

"Okay," I said calmly.

"Goodbye," said God, and he vanished into thin air.

"Hello, John," said the handsome man with a smirk.

"Who are you?" I said.

"The devil," he said.

"What do you want?" I shouted.

"For you to come to the dark side," he hissed. "No one has ever done something this...extraordinary."

"Okay..." I trailed off.

"Since you obviously can't handle it," he hissed. "Your son can do it."

"Do what?" I demanded.

"Take over the responsibilities of hell."

 

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