Job II

"Listen, you're new here so let me give you a heads up."

"Okay."

"Well first of all, you cannot die."

'Already know this.'

"Okay."

"Wait wait, what I meant to say is sinners cannot die, we cannot die, so the one you stole your clothes from probably would probably get back at you, but judging that you can kill him without even seeing him he's probably a nobody."

"Probably."

"Secondly, killing sinners is trivial because we're immortal unless of course they're affiliated with an Overlord which are just strong sinners, but killing a Hellborn which are the natives of Hell is controversial because unlike us, they're not immortal and can die of old age and shit. Most imps formed a gang or group whatever you wanna call it and gangs up on sinners who killed their members or their kind. But most of imps would ignore if they see their kind getting killed, except of course, if they have a bonding with that imp."

"So basically like a police?"

"Close, there are bad imp gangs and good imp gangs, bad imp gangs most if not all transports drugs, weapon and shit, they usually don't care if their kind dies they just care for the money, mostly affiliated to another gang or an Overlord. On the other hand good imp gangs wander around and writes down sinners who killed their kind to kidnap them."

"Why?"

"To lock them up then cut their body parts to sell it to cannibal restaurants then wait for them to regenerate again or straight up just sell them."

"Sinner trafficking?"

"Sort of."

"Do they have enemies?"

"No, they only kidnap sinners with no affiliations to anything. Once you're cornered by imps there's no escaping from their large numbers."

"That's kind of smart of them, I suppose. Do imp gang battles happen?"

"It happens, I mean... we kind of do the same to them too... Earth and Hell's very identical, the only biggest difference is every year there's fucking Angels coming here to commit genocide and this is a paradise for criminals."

Finn's eyes went wide and acted surprised.

"Angels?"

"It's not the same angels you're thinking of right now. They come here with an angelic weapons and it's the only thing that can kill us."

"Hmmm... well If they don't do it, Hell would be full of sinners I guess."

"... You're really... really smart..."

"..."

"But those are common senses here except maybe the second one."

"I appreciate it."

"Would you care for a drink? Club's opening in about 2 hours we can just wait till then and just converse." The bartender said pushing the glass of cognac with ice cubes close to Finn on the table.

'Ice cubes exist here?'

"Sure."

"Sit."

"So, how'd you end up in Hell?" Finn said drinking the cognac then sitting.

'Tastes similar to Earth's cognac.'

"Remember what I said about my daughter?"

"Yeah, she overdosed on cocaine."

"I fucking hunted down those motherfuckers who sold and made them and their family of course." The bartender pouring another cognac to Finn and to another glass drinking it.

"Ha... haha... HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The bartender looked at Finn confused.

"What?"

"Your story's kind of similar to mine but it's not the reason I died."

"Your daughter... died before you did too?"

"Yeah." Finn said drinking another whole glass.

The bartender started to giggling before starting to laugh while holding his stomach.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Both of started to laughing out loud before becoming quiet again.

"It looks like we aren't that different from each other but..."

The bartender observed Finn's white skin and white eyes.

"But what?"

"We don't look identical..."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing... you see, your appearance in Hell reflects your soul."

"Can you explain it more specifically?"

"It means how you died, your sins and how you lived all reflect the appearance you have right now."

"Why is that important?"

"It tells how you lived before you became a sinner and you'll know when they tell a lie about their life story."

"Are you telling me I lied having a daughter?"

"No, the fact that you're 100% fucking white. Did you die drowning in white paint?"

"Hah well your story doesn't connect how you have a skull of a goat."

"To be honest I don't know too. I've seen other sinners here all white but not while still keeping a human look."

"Well what can I say, thank Satan?"

"You... *Sigh* You'll be a celebrity here with those good looks you have."

"I plan to live a normal life here before planning on what I should do."

"If you're really planning to do that well I hope it becomes true. So then, how about you?"

"Let's just say it's a voluntary death."

The bartender tilted his head confused.

"You left your children voluntarily or do you have no choice?"

"I have a choice."

"... You're too confusing."

"I get that a lot. After living a very long time and raising my sons and daughters, serving many people and basically doing anything I can all over again and again, I just wanted to stop."

"What do you mean by serving many people?"

"It's exactly what it means."

"Are you a gigolo of some sort?"

"No no no, I'll do everything as long as I get payed or maybe I'll do it for free for the sake of my boredom."

"Why? Don't you want to take day offs to be with your children?"

"My children weren't born yet then."

"You must be an workaholic. You'll love it in Hell then."

"I'm already liking it."

"Hah! You haven't seen all of the Circles of Hell!"

"Don't spoil it. I want to explore it on my own."

"Suit yourself hahaha!" The bartender said refilling the glasses again.

"What's your name?"

"Martin, your's?"

"Finn."

"You know, Finn, I always drink a full glass of galliano everytime I'm happy and everytime I'm sad."

"..."

"Aren't you gonna say why?"

"Why?"

"So I can remember the good times and the bad times. When I'm sad I drink to remember everything good that happened, when I'm happy I drink to remember the sad times.

"Why would you want to remember a sad memory when you're happy?"

"Because whenever you're at your highest emotion of something, you forget or crave the opposite that specific emotion, sometimes both and that's how people becomes a psychopath, for example when you're alone and sad you oftentimes forget or crave to socialize and love, but you don't know how to socialize to love or love to socialize, so people will use anything other than love or socializing be it violence or manipulation, everything fits in this category."

"It looks like you're smart as well."

"Thanks for the compliment haha! But if it doesn't work they'll do it over and over again until they have a complete utilization over you."

"Do you fit in this category your talking about?"

"For me, I always forget the opposite, the only thing I can do to remember that is that gusto dolce di galliano con vodka!"

"That's what an alcoholic would say as an excuse to drink! Hahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha! I'm glad you understand Italian! Where have you been in my life!"