I died and went to hell but the devil was Hot

Date: 1/20/2019

So baisically I died. Whoopdeedoo. i dont remember much from the living world but baisically I was living a normal life until the volcano near my house exploded and killed many people. I was not one of them. However when it exploded people were evacuating to all sorts of different places and my escape led me to this parking lot where I found my family. Joe (bro) was in the passenger seat of the car and he had a pained expression on his face so I got worried. When my mom helped him out it looked like his entire hand had been fuck all ways to hell and it was gross. All his fingers were jacked up, not burnt or anything, just super twisted and broken looking. Anyways, they left for some reason and I was on my own again. I got into a car with Daryen and her mom and we were driving around the parking lot looking for an exit when suddenly, the parking lot was collapsing on all sides except the middle. We drove for the middle but then we saw the lava coming for us through the trees. So we booked it faster and faster until suddently, I woke up and found myself in this abandoned monk-like sanctuary overgrown with plants and trees and stuff. The car must've crashed somewhere and I probably was thrown far away from the wreckage. This is where it gets hazy but I'm pretty sure there were many paths in this sanctuary and only one led to the way out where the lava couldn't reach me. The lava was a long way off though so j had time to do this. I walked the path with many friends but only one would show up at a time. But then eventually my companions would die and I would be alone walking the path until another came along. Either way, I belive I too eventually succumbed to the path, and died just like the rest of them. When I died, I woke up and found myself in a bed, but this was not heaven, this was unmistakeably hell. I was in this lecturehall-like classroom and I had one semi-working computer. I met this girl whom I dont know but let's call her Layla. She was sitting next to me type type typeing away at her computer and occasionally chatting with someone in the row ahead of us. I asked what I was supposed to be doing and she simply said "work." So I booted up Google chrome, or I tried to at least. However the damn application just worked so slowly and I got frustrated with my computer. I sat there for along time just waiting for Google chrome or boot up when another girl woke up in the bed in the front of the classroom. No one made any moves to get the girl or anything so I stood up and went to her. She didnt seem surprised at anything when I told her where she was but then the loudspeaker asked for the newest person to be brought in to the office to the right of the farthest back row in 10 minutes. I took the girl to where I was sitting and asked her what happened to her. She said these words exactly, "The lava got me. I was the last of the Presbyterian school (in my mind chesnut school) children to leave and I just couldn't leave the school to be overcome. I didnt know. I didnt know. I told myself I'd be safe from the flames, but I wasnt surprised when the fiery current carried me to the suffocating clutches of hell." I nodded, this made sense to me for some reason. And then the door to the office opened and I hurried the girl on inside l, trying to avert my eyes from the devil himself, but as I walked away solmething queer happened. I was thinking so hard to not look at him, but then a soothing presence entered my mind, telling me to look at him fully. This presence was like walking into a cloud of heady mens calogne while simultaneously being hugged by hot blankets. It was soothing but powerful. So k looked at the devil and... Damn He Hot. Idrk I guess for now just imagine him as the one from Lucifer (TV). However when I turned to look at him, his eyes bore into mine and I got the urge to just stay there and keep staring. So that's why I tore my eyes away and smiled before I hurried back to my seat. I sat there and my dead heart felt warm and I was insanely confused. But then I saw that my computer had FINALLY started up so that I could do work. So I began to type in Google docs, I dont really remember what, but the connotations were just me writing about my life and how it coincided with living through a catastrophe. I wrote about this because I was so very confused about what "work" was but this seemed to be ok. I got about one sentence in when the door slammed open and out walked the devil himself. Everyone was shocked but they hid it well as the devil began to walk towards the front of the lecture hall. He made his way down, but of course, as all cliche things are, he stopped in front of me. This gave me no choice but to quit my erroneous typing and finally look up at him. Still Hot. Curses! If I wasnt already almost literally on fire, I probably would have combusted. I dont remember much of our interaction, but I do remember him saying that I wasnt much cut out for writing, but I was a good singer and actor so I should do that instead. It was condescendingly put though, and he kept making mean remarks bout my inability to type and have thoughts. But I took it in stride and. . . Nothing. The dream moves on. I'm still in hell, but I'm playing soccer on a soccer field with my brother who is on one team and Layla and the girl from before on the team that I was on. Our team kept losing because anytime I got the ball, I was immediately blinded, and my movements got sluggish. It wasnt all my fault but it was a near thing. When the game was over, we all kind of just teleported back to our PODS/rooms. They were these pristine white rooms that were cut into the sides of these various hallways, they had sliding doors and windows to the hallway as well. I got to my room, as most people had slipped off to their own pods, and sat down. I realized that my hallway had no other residents on it except for me and the girl from before. However her pod was very far from mine, so it was kind of like I was alone. In a flash I spring up from my bed to go to the sliding door, not for any particular reason, it was just a gut instinct. I opened the door, and I saw him, the devil. He seemed to be walking away from my pod, as if he had bee there not even a minute ago, and then the turned the corner and I saw him not more. I glanced up and down the hallway to see if anyone else had been privy to that, but no it was only me. I happend to look down and I saw an envelope at my doorstep. I took it and hurried back to my pod and opened it. It was an invitation for me to sing for the devil, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, literally. If I failed at anything during the performance I would be killed/tortured for the rest of existence. I could say no of course, hell isnt that bad as not giving you a choice, but my gut told me to do it, screw it and just do it. So I checked yes and signed my name, and then the envelope and its message disappeared in a poof of smoke. The rest can be left up to speculation tbh, imagine to your hearts content, because then I woke up. As usual even my dreams are cockblocking me, rip.