“Am I really in Hell?”
John asked the red demon.
“What’s that smell?”
“It’s peppermint,” the demon replied
“If you want to get home,
I’ll dressed and give you a ride.”
“You’re a demon, how do I trust you?”
John asked the robed demon.
It shrugged. “I could ask the same of you.
You’re the one intruding in my home.”
“Don’t worry, it happens all the time.
I’ll take you to an exit gate.
But just so you know, you have to wait.”He grinned, “and it’s a hell of a line.”
