*Bang* With a single sound the soft orange light through the windows and the soft gray walls of the room all went black. A thud echoed around the area as a body hit the floor, a crimson flood painting the short black hair and pale frosty skin of a young man named Raphael, all light in his eyes setting in the end of his day. With all of life's brightness gone for only a second, an empty gravel road was all that was left. There were suddenly no injuries, there were no rooms, no orange shine, just crimson paint in his dark green shirt and dirty jeans.
"Congratulations, you did something stupid." said a soft yet heavy voice in the distance. The comment shocked him awake. "But I'm dead, I'm gone, nothing is meant to be left." He said into the distance, ignoring the comment. "There is a life after death, some believe it, some don't, but no one gets it right." The voice continued as it slowly grew closer and closer, creeping towards him like a Panther watching its food. "Is this death? Is this purgatory?" He asked as the voice crept closer, causing his body to quiver anxiously. Raphael looked around, shaking violently as he gazed into the endless gray road and empty black fields that surrounded it. The world was suddenly endless and cold, the air itself felt sad and thick, It was as if everyone and everything gave up on the land, even the sun itself.
"Welcome to the house of dead bastards Raphael Nicholas Charlotte , You didn't let the big man up in the sky do the job so you fell down here" Declared the voice as slowly the source of it came into view, A tall and beautiful woman with long brown hair. Her suit was in perfect condition with a black three piece and an untainted white shirt with no tie. Her face was like porcelain not only for its smoothness and luster but also because it seemed as if she was fragile, her skin cracked like glass from her right hand to her neck. "This isn't Hell, Hell is meant to be brimstone and fire, eternal torture at the hands of a giant demon with the head of a goat." He said to the woman as his skin grew cold and numb, his movements slowing fast as he shivered. "I never said hell, did I? I may be the devil but my job isn't to torture in hell, my job is to lead the way there to see if you truly desire to be their or not." She replied, now standing in front of Raphael judging him with a glare built only from disappointment and empathy.
"You did the job, you committed a crime in the purest form, You need to be punished with the rest of your peers." Said the woman as she began to run her finger down Raphael's head and chest, forcing his body to grow warm once again. "Come with me, we need to walk the roads paved with regret to see your punishment, in just one action you've hurt many and deserve a special punishment." She said as she reached out her hand and grasped Raphael's, dragging him along with the care of a mother and the disappointment of only a higher being. It was time for Raphael to pay his dues of sin, or he would suffer the same as all that shared in his path.