New To Hell

A secular soldier's demise came from friendly fire. Soon demons dragged him into another friendly fire. A succubus said,” Please dream of freedom and sex, But there is no option to leave the Hell complex.” The Sargent felt the thermostat was set too high. His thirsting throat rapidly became parched and dry. Satan offered him a brew of ghost pepper juice. Despite an urge to vomit he could not cut loose. The Sargent asked to tour all the circles of Hell. Satan laughed and said, “Dante had nothing to tell, For all his fabulous prose he was never there. And expect no Purgatory for respite care.” Sarge said, “Dante the poet would not lie for sooth.” Satan asked, with a pilot shark smile, “What is truth?” “Why am I here?” the Sarge in acute anguish cried. “For enlisting in eternity's losing side!”