Hell

Hades thought Lucifer an inept strategist to say the least. Lucifer acted on impulsive will and it always backfired. Like the time a fleeing Lucifer led a pursuing Jesus right into Hades' home territory. Jesus crushed the gates of Hell to powder, then liberated all the suffering dead, leaving Hades with worthless real estate, the warden of an empty prison, barren of purpose, no longer blazing with fiery majesty.

Hades had nothing but time, or in another sense, no time at all, since eternity was his scape, his domain. He began populating his realm again. The current crop of brokers, traders, pork-barrelers, adulterers, liars, swindlers, righteous, prosperity peddlers, talk-show hosts, back-biters, fame-seekers, library book hi-liters, and snarky assholes served to populate Hell once again with shrieks and moans and complaints and bitchings and grievous pointless sufferings.

"All kind of a joke," thought Hades, since everyone in Hell was doing it to themselves. "If they only knew, the hell they create for themselves in the body is the same Hell they find here. Everyone follows their love." And this crop, like the batch in the reception hall with its sign, Welcome to Hell, you won't notice the difference, loved their hellish ways.

Both Jesus and Lucifer had disappeared over the far horizon. Everyone was in Hell this time until they released themselves.