“When we die, where do we go?”

  This was a question from a mere two-year-old child. The child, with his innocent brown eyes and unusual red hair, tilted his head and with his small, fair hand, he grabbed his mother’s leg. The mother, with tears in her eyes and a bruised face, said,

  “You are still a child, so maybe you will never remember it. But still, I have to tell you the truth, as I don’t want you to be in the dark like I once was.”

  The child looked at his mother with questions in his eyes. The mother smiled, wiped away her tears, and said,

  “Alastor, this world is a chance given to us by the Almighty God. If you live like a good person and follow goodness, you will enter Heaven into a new body that will feel no pain. But if you live as a bad person, you will enter Hell into a new body that will only feel pain and nothing more.”

  Alastor woke up with a start, his heart racing in panic. Tears welled up in his eyes as he panted heavily.

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  “Not that dream again,”

  he whispered to himself, his voice trembling.

  It was a hellishly good day in Hell. Alastor, a deer demon, sprang out of bed and headed to work, his usual broad smile plastered across his face.

  Alastor was getting excited because he had caught a high-ranking demon and was about to kill it, but then a little girl, merely one or two years old, appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his legs.

  He froze for a moment. Then, without moving his body, he turned his head back and gazed coldly at the little girl with his piercing red eyes. The girl burst into laughter and hugged him tightly. He tried to pry her off, but she laughed even harder, her grip unyielding. Meanwhile, the demon Alastor had caught took advantage of the distraction and escaped. Alastor’s fury ignited, and his wide smile returned, twisted in anger.

  He gently pinched her clothes between his index finger and thumb, lifting her up. Then, with curiosity etched on his face, he asked,

  “What is a child like you doing in Hell? Shouldn’t you be in Heaven or on Earth?”

  The girl continued to reach for Alastor, but he maintained his distance, his wide smile unwavering. When her efforts proved futile, she burst into tears. Alastor flinched, his cold red eyes flashing with hesitation. He released his grip, and the girl promptly got up and hugged his leg again.

  Now enraged, Alastor unleashed his demonic visage: fierce horns protruded from his head, his face contorted in a blood-curdling snarl, and his smile twisted into a grotesque grin with visible stitches. A gaping hole marred his forehead. He growled menacingly, but instead of cowering, the girl clapped and laughed with glee. Alastor’s ears folded back, and he let out a startled cough.

  He said with a cunning wide smile,

  “Let’s do this from the start. So tell me, kid, what are you?”

  The girl grinned and said,

  “Me am Charlie! Daugcter ot Lukifer anf printeth ot Heth.”

  “What?”

  He said, with a curious smile. He began to laugh hysterically and said,

  “So our great king, “LUKIFER” has a daughter and he left her at the mercy of demons.”

  Then, the sky of Hell turned black. Charlie began to cry as thunder rumbled. Alastor tried to calm her down, but she was crying uncontrollably. A female voice boomed from the sky, saying, “Who dares to touch the Princess of Hell and mock her?”