…. Midnight Black...

A hellish heaven

…. Midnight Black...

 

Waiting to be born can be nerve-wracking, especially when your last life was not well lived. To put it bluntly, I was a murdering, thieving, whoring scoundrel.  I was surprised that I was on the birthing list, rather than in the fire pits of hell. I regret nothing. My life was fun and exciting as Penelope Brimstone. I lived that life the way I wanted, morals and conscience be damned. I was the number one Assassin and Thief in all multi-universes. I derived pleasure from my work, it was orgasmic. I was bummed at not being sent to hell; most of my friends were there. Torture and pain were an aphrodisiac that fueled my pleasure zones. Hell for me would be one long amusement ride. But I was denied a brimstone train to hell; instead, found myself on the reincarnation shuttle. My consciousness was none too happy about that. I loved the Penelope Brimstone persona, and to set that identity aside to become some pooping and peeing baby machine was unacceptable. I sent a protest to the underworld's judicial branch.

 

Two grim reapers led me into a vast chamber with thousands of other complainants. In front of the chamber, behind a dais sat the three judges of adjudication. It was identical to the last chamber I was in when they sentenced me to be reincarnated. Those judges decided if a soul was either sent to heaven, purgatory, hell, or reincarnated. Those souls, like me, regulated to be reincarnated, were deemed not fully awake. More life experience was needed before a more permanent resolution, like living in bliss with the angels or burning in hell for eternity, was rendered. Purgatory was a semi-permanent resolution for those fully awake but were off-balanced. They needed to be pushed to either the right or the left.  I required no pushing; I knew who and what I was, and needed no added lifetimes for my soul to be fully awake. I was awake enough, and no freaking judges were going to decide my fate. I was a poster girl for hell. Hell is my soul right; it was destined to be my destination and playground.

 

After what seemed like a thousand years, time flows differently here. I was finally called before the judges. If I still had a physical body, I would’ve peed and pooped a little from a bit of shock and fright. I must have been whisked off to another chamber using underworld magic.

 

There was only one judge, it was Satan. He was terrifying to behold. I was rethinking my request, just for a second. Satan glared at me and said, “You are a novelty. No one to my mind has ever demanded as well as desired to be condemned to hell. You’re unique in that you are both a sadist and a masochist in equal measure. There’s no denying that you’ll be a great addition to hell, but for the fact that you’re not yet a full soul. Your decision to be Hell’s permanent guest is premature. You need at least a few more lives before you’re fully matured. Make your case child so that I may rule in your favor.”

 

I choked down my fear, looked Satan straight in the eye, and said, “I swam in the mud and let dark tides take me where it would. What new lessons do I need to learn? In all my lives, I’ve had a black heart. Angelic choirs and godly things give me indigestion. This last life of mine as Penelope Brimstone is my greatest achievement. To sully its legacy with additional lives would be a grave injustice. I beg of you, overturn my judgment, and let me sit at your left side and become your acolyte.”           

 

Satan’s eyes widened in amusement. Breaking out in a wide grin, he said, “You got gigantic girl balls child. You’re devilishly delightful, request granted.

 

Author's Note

let it rip