He saw there were three holes bleeding dried crimson leaf liquid. He was wearing a torn shavy blue shirt along with a black vintage vest. A broken clock chain was hanging on his waist.

The young man's skin was a deep shade of russet; his emerald green-black eyes stared serious and firm as he held to the near stranger who had porcelain skin. Who had one black eye with glowing as flame red pupil on the left side and on the other right had normal eye with Quartz like pupil.

Thick smoke billowed from a row of houses engulfed in raging fire as fierce flames spread quickly, fueled by nothing but the stranger's flicking a finger. It sounded "pop."

That young man gave a roaring, unbearable sound. His face melted. Eyes popped up. Skins were melting; even the skeleton was showing. He was screaming, staring above. 

The strange jester shrilly spoke, "That's what you deserve: an eternal hell. It looks like you committed grave sins like killing people and raping people, such as these things. Or you'd not end up in my place."

Even with the groaning pain, he slowly asked, "Where am I? Are you really God?!"

Jester again flicked his finger. Fire starts to engulf his regenerated body. Again and again he flicked his finger. The whole room was twitching in between the flame's light or ambient light. Slowly his screaming was slowing down with each snapping. Jester noticed in one of the snaps that young man's tear was falling down. Jester thought it was his mistake to see him cry.

 In 100th time jester stopped and curiously asked,"Oh my. In 20th time people would asked me to stop. You didn't even flinch."

"If it's biblically accurate hell, then God must've been a fool. Doesn't he know at one point humans get used to it. It's become bearable."

Jester laughed so much that he felt like his stomach was about to burst. 

"You're a unique person in one of a million. I'll then give you some gift. Like seeing you torture really delights me a lot."

He smirked, "I didn't know you guys were like me."

Jester eyes got little widened then he again laughed.

"You're really an interesting guinea pig. As promised for your gift. I'll first answer your questions."

"I'm Riru. Not a god, just a guy running this carnival bar in hell."

He twitched.

 "What?! I thought hell was where's soul torments for eternal." 

Riru laughed, " In any chance you were comedian in human life? Who used to trick people and kill."

The young man took his glances away from him. He replied," Alastor Hartford wasn't a comedian. He was a singer. Understood, Riru?"

Riru hysterically laughed, staring at Alastor.

Suddenly both saw a woman pale as a ghost; one half was burn. Eye was popped out. Other eye was cerulean blue black eye with a burned half long hair looked like blueberry was splatter on her hair. Fire flame was some part of her body.

He stared in utter shock and shouted to Riru, "Don't tell me, we end up here like how we died in our past life?"

"Bingo! You're such a smart lad!" Then he flicked his finger. 

A billowing flame was engulfing that tear-covered body. A fragile, shrill scream was echoing through the room. Riru again and again flicked his finger. Riru was smiling like a lunatic seeing it.

Alastor's dark glance shifted and flinched. Stepped up to her side.

"Stopped it at once now. What sort of enjoyment do you get by this fairer?"

Riru gave like a Cheshire cat grin, "Twisted moral code, haha. Yeah, the other gift is you can share your fair share of torment with others. If you agree to get some percentage from her, maybe I can stop."

He stared at the floor for a while and sighed, "Okay, I'll get her 30 percent of this lady."

Riru jumped and jumped with the stick lying on the table. He was juggling balls. He swung with his cat, looking at clowns above the club room. Everywhere started glowing lights into red, blue, green, and yellow in this ambient, humongous room. Jazz music was playing.

"It's a deal then. Welcome to hell!!"

Alastor and the young lady were bamboozled by his activities. Alastor's emotion was hardly recognizable. The young lady was a little amused by it. She started to dance with the black-cat clowns. 

Alastor just closed his eyes and took a chair near the bar. Automatically a whiskey with an ice cube came. He observed it for a while and then took a sip. Dancing on his legs along with the rhythm of the jazz song, which was echoing through the room along with the crowd sound.

After an indefinite time, he asked Riru.

"Can I go outside? I'm feeling like I came into weird limbo."

"Why not? It's not a hotel to stay in. You'll surely have to know many things after you go outside."

His words sounded ominous with that grin.

There were skyscrapers in some of the places. Big TVs were some of the places. Some were talking on the smartphone. Some were fornicating in the streets. Some were fighting in the streets. He ran away in the alley. He was huffing.

"Shit! What are these? Why are they doing shit in the streets? Oh, it's hell."

"For God sake, if he exists, fuck it, stop this sound. My head is hurting a lot. Why am I seeing images? It's so intense till I'm here. My body is shaking so much I'm trying to pretend I'm so okay." He was covering his face with hands. 

He smiled, "I guess that is what hell is. It's hell itself. Who knows what punishment here exists."

"I have to lure someone to decrease my torture. This is my life now, forever now."

Stumbled upon some dead bodies.

He heard a mechanic's sound in the city from one of the TVs.

"Some people were killed by angels. Took shelter, bitches of the town. Thank you for listening, 666 TV."

"Do you get dead forever for angels? I should've asked about this place." He was gritting his teeth.

All of a sudden a bigger shadow was surrounding his shadow. His green emeralds were glowing. He glanced back. He saw his shadow got bigger horns than a deer. He ate the shoulder of macho goat looking guy. Then he punched him back. He touched his lip; it was bleeding red blood. That guy wasn't holding back. He couldn't dodge it. He smashed his head with his head. He saw there was a knife in his pocket.

"Aww, it hurts. Ahh, lovely! I got my friend too."

He started to stab him. He soaked in his blood.

"You don't taste good like a human. It feels so good to kill you; I've control." 

"I've control! I've control!"

He stabbed him again with a laugh. His eyes were as emotionless as a void.

He saw a flock of birds was flying in the red sky like an evening after rain. 

"Are they angels?"

He was sprinting where he knew no destination to stop. He heard a man's screaming sound. 

He didn't stop. 

"Hey pal, wait, don't leave me here alone here."

He was running. 

He screamed, "I can do anything for you in exchange."

He turned around and got back there. 

He saw a young, sky blue, black-eyed blonde with ram horns wearing a trench coat stuck his feet in a glowing mousetrap. 

"You mean anything?!"

"Ya ya anything."

He tried to open the trap. He barely got it. He quickly pulled away his feet.

"Thanks a lot, buddy." He hugged him. Alastor tried to push him away. He got a little far away from him.

He noticed a sword's edge was near his head. It slashed a little bit of his neck. The sword was glowing like a neon blue greenish light. Golden wings were both sides of the edges. He tried to take his step, but his feet weren't moving. It knocked him out on the ground. 

The sword was about to pierce his chest.

"......"

Boom!!

A blast of bullets' sound only could be heard in the street. 

"Gotcha, buddy."

He turned back he saw a person wearing white trenchcoat with golden brooches. He was emitting a little bit of light. 

"How did you do it?!"

"Oh, it's a special gun, which is illegal. I purchased it from a dealer from Limbo Run to my Mafia world. I never see you here."

Alastor laughed, "Maybe I'm starting to get into this."

He pulled Alastor's chin in a husky tone and said, "Name's Anthony Roy. Whatcha name buddy? I haven't forgotten your deal by the way."

Alastor got irritated by Anthony's action. He pushed him away.

"Come on, baby, it's not like I'm gay."

"What's gay?" He got a little confused. 

Anthony laughed out, "You'll probably not even understand bi too."

Alastor didn't utter anything. He was trying to get accustomed to its culture and everything.

"Let's go to that bar then, Mr. Pretty Waist."

He annoyed,"It's Alastor....."

Both stumbled upon the bar. 

"Ri whatcha doin buddy?"

"You again. You fucking slut. Good for nothing."

"Hey Ri, for my friend Alastor I'll be taking 50 percent of the torture."

"Bravo, Alastor, getting a moron to decrease your torment."

He wasn't focusing on the conversation.

He inquired, "Can you die forever? I saw Angel get killed."

Riru's smile dropped down.

 "How?!"

Anthony stepped on his feet and asked him to be quiet. 

Alastor stared at him and said, "I don't know if it was a demon or an angel. Maybe it could be anything."

Riru then gave Anthony a drink. He took a sip while laughing about how he doesn't understand anything. He falls asleep quickly. 

Riru glanced at him. "I never gave anyone special deals that much. In exchange I'll give you what you don't know."

 

Alastor just stared at him. 

"Nothing. I kind of hunched it. I don't care about anything."

Then he grabbed his hand and started to swing above. A clunking sound everywhere could be heard. The cat clowns started to show their shows. Alastor just tried to process everything. 

Her face was like the fire-gold glow of dawn, lifting my gaze, drawing me in.

Windows cracked and structures exploded from the intense heat as the fire greedily consumed everything in sight. People scrambled in chaos as fire engines arrived at the scene of total destruction.