I sunk into the lovely bed. This is surprisingly comfy I thought. Feels like im succumbing to that sin of sloth already.

I’d always been led to believe that Hell was horrible. I’d strived to be a good person all my life, giving to charity and volunteering at shelters, generally being a bit of a goody two shoes and due to some bureaucratic red tape nonsense about my name being spelled the same as a serial killers I’m stuck here until the lovely demons in HR can sort it out.

In the meantime ive been given a lovely room overlooking one of the circles of hell. It really is an incredible view, I can see Prometheus having his liver eaten out and if I use the binoculars they’ve provided I can see in the distance Sisyphus rolling his boulder up that hill.

I’ve been given a free pass to the all you can eat breakfast buffet in the morning, playing right into gluttony there!

The musics much better too. I always preferred a bit of rock and roll over what I can only imagine the dreary classical music Heavens sound system is currently playing.

It really is better down here than I’d expected. I spent my life trying to make it easier for my eternal soul and now that its come to it I think I probably shouldn’t have cared quite so much. I’ll take a walk back to the Human Resources office in the morning and tell them not to bother sorting it out. I’m fine where I am.