Jesus smiled like a saint and waved jovially. "Hello, Arietta, daughter of Damien Lupa. Please, hop in. I have a blunt if you are so inclined. That's how I pass a lot of time in Purgatory. We're on a road trip to find God."
Arietta stuttered, bunched her tattooed knuckles into fists as she dropped her margarita, then nervously climbed into the car. "Uh, hi... Jesus. What are you doing in Hell?"
She took the offered blunt and Jesus lit it with Pentecostal flame bursting from his finger. "Well, I don't only deal in wine, you know. I'm here to speak with Samael."
Arietta puffed heavily and looked around the death trap Yugo. "You... exist, Jesus?"
Jesus' crown of thorns bloomed into roses, and he looked like a cherub. "Aww, why, I do! At least, I think I do."
"Ah, um, well..." Arietta exhaled out the window. "That gives me a lot to think about. So uh... you're friends with Satan? What about the Harrowing?"
