“There’s a terrible misunderstanding” the deceased exclaimed at the gates of hell.

“I’m a good Christian! Hell is absolutely the last place i should ever be!” He cried out in a pathetic sob that caused even Cerberus to stop and look over in embarrassment and curiosity.

Morning Star looked Roy up and down ,confused by the emotional response of this sad man from Mississippi. He wept uncontrollably at the site of Morning Star standing above him. as the panic sinks in. His true nature comes forward as without effort or thought he begins to barter.

“I know I wasn’t the best, but i was better than most anybody in Biloxi. I can promise you that.” he says standing up tall for the first time since his arrival.

“I can give you the names of 100 people who’ve done worst shit than me. I’ll tell you what! I’ll personally go and get these sons a bitches for you. Half dem cocksuckers owe me anyway. But din you let me go and I go to heaven or just go back home?”

“We can possibly work out a deal in some form.” Morningstar replied, gesturing for Roy to follow him.

“Come with me so we can discuss some details, in the mean time I’ll show you around. Might as well get a tour while you’re here. Not many can say they received a tour of Hell throughout all of history. But, seldom do I come across someone as interesting as you’re proving to be. Please, let’s walk and talk.”

Through the gate the pair strolled discussing the future.

“Let me show you a few things I think you’ll really enjoy.” Morningstar said as he opened a door leading to a stairwell. Down they went crossing chasm and tunnel until they reached a podium overlooking a great valley.

“Look out and tell me what you see.” Morningstar instructed.

Upon looking out amongst the endless mass of suffering and pain. One thing caught Roy’s attention. Everyone was in a state of endless suddering, except those holding the wips and and brandishing pitchforks.

“I know you don’t tread on me folks, absolutely love treading on folks. Here’s your chance. All the people Christians hate. Well, here they are. You can spend eternity kissing God’s ass or you can stay here. Spend eternity torturing those you tortured in life. It’s up to you Roy. It’s always been up to you."