II

For most it was the unexpected death or Enron’s superior that had inspired the change in the demon, but in harsh reality he had always been cruel and sick. Even in his brief time spent on earth, he had been vile.

Of course, all demons were corrupted and gave no second thought to heinous acts. They tortured deserving souls without so much as smidgen of remorse because, they simply, deserved it. However, Enron had always had a fascination for the innocence. He had always adored and had taken great pleasure in the torment of those who only deserve eternal bliss.

“Leave be the Angels in God’s hands and you creatures shall be left alone in hell.”

There were many more ‘rules’ similar. A demons home was in hell; their victims were those that fell from grace and those that had done wrong.

I am sure you can already see where Enron was going wrong.

Enrons place was on the fourth layer of hell; a baron waste land of a place, playing home to lost and exorcised souls. Ghostly mists hung in the air and the sky was various shades of orange and reds. Tall cliffs of black and gray shadowed the land creating a suffocating environment, no breeze swept through the air and shadows were cast in every direction.

Each soul that lingered there was neither evil enough for the lower levels nor peaceful enough for the upper. Almost like limbo, they remained forever in-between. No torture took place here for the beings were not ‘full’ enough. Instead they were ghost like and frightening, palled fragments of former selves.

By his side, Enron, along with the other demons, kept Plutus. It was a wolf like terror, originally from the third level which was the layer of the greedy and selfish. It was a demon of wealth, with a mane of snow white and two rows of silver teeth; top and bottom. Not a thing on it’s body was sculpted from the putrid soil of the forth layer, or any layer for that matter. The best furs, the most expensive jewels and the rarest metals were used in it’s creation; and not fraction less. It’s mighty talons, sculpted from the best cut of ruby, kept the periodically restless spirits in check and it’s emerald eyes missed nothing. Yet it bounded so swiftly across the darkened land, it’s hackles risen and, often, it’s jowls pulled up into a deep snarl. So silently it ran that not even God himself could have heard it.

From the highest window of the levels dark tower, Enron watched over the land, for he was what you might call its ‘ruler.’ Around him demons of every shape and size went about his business. Whether they are out in the grounds or below taking break.

Hell was not a job for demons, there was no toil only relaxation and enjoyment.Nothing was too strenuous nor was complaint ever made. Demons fought and made up and fighting to the death was common. The ruler was both respected and spoke to like an ally; Enron was not the type to demand higher status.

Yes, hell was certainly not what most expected.