A Swift Kick in the Balls

In fury, Fred kicked the King in the balls. The King collapsed in pain. "I'm the lord of hell!" shouted Fred at the King, venting his fury with repeated kicks. He had no worry of giving the King any serious wound; the shades of hell are made nearly invincible to ensure that they can survive endless torture. "I put Satan himself under house arrest! I suffered millenia of torture, spent centuries fighting every demon in the place, and then had to organize something like civilization out of the fabric of Pain and Torment itself!"

Fred's anger didn't last very long though. He got to thinking... It'd be charitable to say he'd learned the trick of it in hell, but you don't remake such a large place without doing it occasionally. It struck him that he'd gotten his wish.

It wasn't very satisfying.

He looked up at the blue sky of the earth he'd been so long away from. And maybe he'd just been too long in hell, but a thought occurred to him, the kind of thought that all through his millenia of struggling he had thought himself still too virtuous to have...

1. "For Heaven's meddling, I will have vengeance!"
2. "You can burn in Hell, King, you and all the other sinners!"
3. "I will strike down fate itself!"
4. "Bloody hell, now I understand what Satan feels."

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