I’m re-blogging this story from my Author Blog (yonderworlds.wordpress.com.) I had written it as a humorous take on #MeToo. As is the case with such topics, the humor is gray if not black.
(Image Credit: Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons)
Devil sat with his accountant, his knit brows and balled fists clearly giving away his anxious state of mind.
“Why aren’t they enrolling anymore?” he hissed, his long tongue flicked out like a snake’s, to wet his parched lips.
He had been noticing a steady drop in the number of people who registered themselves for the lust workshops they would organize to tempt the future entrants.
These promotional activities were the hallmark of hell, quite the opposite of what heaven did – they screened people to provide or deny entry in heaven. It was easier for God as everyone wanted to get there anyway. Fortunately, being god-fearing and remaining forever righteous was a lot more difficult than giving in to temptations, or hell would have lost its significance a long time ago. Hell wasn’t a place that people would throng to get in, and this was why they had…
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