Thursday, September 5, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 157.11

“I don't!” Harold looked from one demon to the other. “I know the world isn't fair. There's a huge divide in class and standard of living, I know, and however much I'd like that to be addressed people are, on the whole, pretty shitty to every other person on the planet but don't you think it's a little off that people are treated so badly afterwards? I mean, send people to Hell by all means if they deserve it but what about all those people who aren't Christians?”

“We've talked about this countless times, Harold. If a mortal doesn't believe in God they go to Hell for the sin of worshipping false idols. Their only chance of salvation comes from the worship of God and, since Heaven is closed until Judgement Day, they all come to Hell. Everyone deserves eternal punishment for something. They all know that.”

“Mother Theresa?”

“What about her?”

“She shouldn't have gone to Hell, surely?”

“She was critical of those with money and power. She made people uncomfortable. Her very lifestyle made anyone who came into contact with her feel guilty by comparison.”

Harold shook his head. “You can't win, can you?”

“Of course we can.” Jasfoup patted his shoulder in what Harold supposed was a kindly manner but it felt as kindly as a nail might feel when patted on the head by a hammer. “We're demons. We're the celestial equivalent of croupiers in God's eternal casino and the House wins every time.”

“And what if I cheat?”

Spall-demon laughed as if the very idea was absurd. “Then we take you downstairs and beat the living shit out of you.”

Jasfoup nodded. “The immortal shit, any way.”

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