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The rain is heavy today in Hell.
Demons run to seek shelter from the downpour and the cold of the unforgiving weather. But there is one Sinner who doesn't hide, who instead relishes the feeling. the water cooling their body and making their clothes cling to them tighter than ever. The outline of their body was so defined from a distance in the heavy rain, that they looked almost naked as they danced.
Joy like this was rare without the need for booze and drugs. Sin is the price you pay down here for a feeling that isn't guilt or self-hatred, but this Sinner out on the road didn't need any of that.
They were lost in a memory from when they were alive and young, the rhythm deep in their soul moving them from side to side, arms flailing and legs kicking hard and high as they giggled their heart out for the brief moment that hell felt like heaven to them.
Cars had to swerve to avoid them, swear words were lost on the wind as they sped off through the districts of Pentagram City. But the Sinner did not care in the slightest. Death could take them again and they would embrace it with a smile on their face and a song in their heart.
Other Demons looked on from their shelter and could see the Sinner in motion. They at first dismissed this as the early onset of madness. Hell was meant to be a punishment for the damned and for so many of them, it was.
After a while they saw something that made this captured audience gasp, they had seen something terrifying.
A Demon stepped out of a doorway of a small store and onto the wet road. This wall of flesh in a weathered black suit walked to meet the Sinner who was still dancing like no one was watching.
A white car with red blood stains like a morbid painting came tearing around the bend. Honking its horn hard in a battle cry to the flesh demon who just stepping into his path.
Hitting a brick wall would have been more forgiving than what this speed junkie was about to experience. When at the point of contact the black-suited Sinner just grunted as his body hardened up. The crunch of metal to his flesh. The Demon was now feeling the force of his ride crushing him to the front panel, launching him into the air. His blood rushed out of him and he was moments away from experiencing second death.
The crash was over in a second, the car was now a lump of scrap, the driver reduced to a stain on the suit and was quickly washed away with the rain. The other Demons looked on in fear as he turned to the dancing Sinner. The Sinner just gave a silent thank you and held out a hand to the giant wall of flesh. The Demon took a moment to look at this Sinner's hand. The scent of blood and metal was still in the air as he thought about this strange offer.
The crowd watched him standing there. The rain now fully cleaning him of that filthy sinner's stain. He just breathed deeply, the cold air escaping his mouth.
His left hand began to lift with force, the type of force you could crush a man with. As he reached over and grabbed the smaller sinner. He held them up in the air and span them around cheerfully. A smile now on his face, as they both started to laugh with glee.
Everyone was frozen as these two began to dance together in the rain. Singing out a melody that only the angels above would have been able to write. Something that filled the crowd with a warmth that stopped the cold of the rain biting into them. They all joined in, as this street in the middle of Hell now exploded into song and dance.
They celebrated this joy they had been unable to experience since falling to hell for their sins. This joy that warmed their wayward souls had made this cold day in hell, just that little bit warmer.