The Politics of Hell
By Shawn James
Copyright ©2003, 2012
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This is a work of fiction. All events, locations, institutions, themes, persons, characters and plot are completely fictional. Any resemblance to places or persons, living or deceased, are purely coincidental.
There’s fire everywhere. Walls of blue flames have the goddess Isis surrounded. I’m about to incinerate her when I feel something cold and hard tear through my chest. It hurts so bad I scream in pain without thinking about it. In shock from the pain I close my eyes and mumble something I don’t remember when I crash to the ground. The fire tears at my flesh and then everything goes black.
I open my eyes and I feel myself falling fast, falling deeper and deeper into the dark pit of Hell headed down into the flaming azure lake below. I try to make bat wings sprout from my back, but nothing happens. I try to make myself teleport to a nearby cliff, but I can’t. I grab for a ledge but my hand slips through it. As the heat gets hotter and hotter I start to panic. I frantically flail my arms up and down desperately hoping that they will break my fall. The fire begins to tear at my soul; I see the agonized faces of Seth and all those souls I tortured up close. I let out a terrified scream before I plunge into the burning lake.