I was a good person. I always made sure my conscience was clean at the end of the day. So why am I standing at the gates of hell?
I thought hell was just a firey pit that you fell into, but yet here I am standing in front of the most beautiful golden metal gate made up of intricately woven metal vines. In the middle, a gold plate with “Welcome to Hell” etched in cursive, and below that, an opal ...