After my oddly quick yet very pleasant day in heaven my mind was already made up. I knew I wanted to stay there forever, surrounded by the pure light and love that enveloped me. But I was still forced to spend a day in Hell, which apparently, is equivalent to a millennium on Earth.
As soon as I arrived, the stench of sulfur and decay washed over me, filling my nostrils with an unbearable odor. The ground was hot beneath my feet, and the flames danced mockingly around me. I could hear the screams of the tormented, flailing around in agony as they were subjected to relentless torture.
My own punishment was not physical, but rather it came from within. I was plagued with memories of all the wrongs I had committed in my life, each one magnified and presented to me in horrifying clarity. The guilt consumed me, burning like the fires of Hell themselves.
When my day was finally up, I fled back to the pearly gates, begging to be allowed back in. But the angels only shook their heads sadly and told me my decision had been made. I was stuck in the place of my choosing, and there was no going back.
Now I wander the halls of Hell, burning with regret and despair. I had thought Heaven would be the obvious choice, but I had never realized just how much my soul was tainted with sin. And so I am doomed to suffer for eternity, knowing that I made the wrong choice and that I will never be able to apologize or make amends.
