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Warning if you're easily offended by people's eyes being sewn shut I suggest you read no further!

"How does it feel to almost die?" The child asked me.
"It feels horrible."
I closed my eyes and smelled the hospital and then drifted off to nightmares of Hell.

The angel gripped me in his arms and held me close. "You know you are a brave one, boy."
I suppose when one has a flaming sword on his hip and massive biceps with wings you can afford to feel brave. When one truly feels mortal though he feels alive.
"How did you get this job?"
"Well when a valiant one dies he or she is either chosen to be a moderator or an angel. Some angels are fallen angels and they are evil."
He could sense I tensed up against his body.
"Don't worry they wouldn't be down here and if they were they won't get you. They are early players, very early. In fact one of your United States presidents is a demon."
At the mention of the word demon I had goosebumps break out over my body. I looked into the dark wet world of Hell and noticed I could see my breath and also noticed it was pitch black dark. The angel set me down on the ground, grabbed his sword and touched a candle that set the room alight.
Everywhere, for miles, players that had died sat chained.

"Who goes there?" A man looked at me, he looked somewhat familiar.
"It's me."
"Jon? Jon Malcom? I'm sorry I can't see you."
"I'm right here, well it was dar-" Reader I must admit I feel backwards when I noticed his eyes were sown shut.
"Hey" He reached out to grab my hand.
"Yeah buddy I'm right here." I grabbed his hand even as I felt the tears run down my face.
"How many subs did you get on that paper?"
"Well it was over a thousand I think." I wrote so much on that paper.
"Really? You were such a bad writer. Honestly why didn't they give me those subs."
I looked at him with a quizzical look on my face. "Umm well I did buy some votes and subs."
"Of course you did, look at your pathetic musings on a stupid game." He dug his hand into mine and I felt the claws of his nails pierce my skin. I yanked my hand back in surprise.
"Angel?!" The heavenly being was at my side almost instantly as if he never left.
"Nooo wait, I'm sorry don't leave me all alone. Look at me Jon, I'm delusional and it gets so lonely down here."
"You're in hell, I'm sorry I can't do anything about it. I'm lucky I'm not dead yet."
"Please" he pleaded with me "I think the guy next to me is getting more food." He held up a dollar and thrust it in my face.
"My God man that's not food that's a USD piece of paper!" I cried out.
"But it's good and I never get enough of it!"



The angel hovered, picking my feet off the ground.
"Don't leave! They all want my food! It tastes so bad but it's mine!" I could hear his swinging chains as I was thrust away from them all. "You bastards can't get it either you hear me! Jon come back, please."

"What is that water from your eyes child?"
"Tears, you wouldn't understand, it's a human thing."
"You're right, I don't understand. Now to the Proud."

With that I was thrown off another cliff, and I wished for a jacket and thanked my stars for the taste of strawberries on my lips.