*Adara Leyvon*

"Right this way, Mr. Hitler," Adara smiled, leading Hitler to a small but cozy office at the end of the hallway. 

He looked around, marveling at this new section of Hell. It was even more magnificent than the previous one, with high glass ceilings and even simulated sunlight, but it didn't contain any souls. Instead, spirit attendants dressed in red from head to toe eagerly scurried about, running errands for their devil masters. 

"Here we are," Adara opened the door and the two of them stepped inside the office. They sat down across from each other at Adara's mahogany desk. 

"That's a lot of books you've got," Hitler remarked, casually running his hand down the spines of some of the dozens of dusty volumes lined up on the young devil's shelves. 

"I like reading about the world of the living," Adara shrugged. "And I collect items from up there too. I guess you could call it a hobby. Anyway, this is my office at the Reincarnation Center. It's where people get sent back up from, if that isn't obvious enough from the name." 

"Alright," Hitler gave her a measured nod. "So, when do I get sent back up?" 

"As soon as we complete the registration process," Adara turned on the new-looking iMac that sat on her desk and hummed to herself as she clicked and typed. 

"Alright, I've got it," she smiled. "Now, do you have any preferences for exactly how you would like to be reincarnated?" 

"Well, you see, I have a vision for the world," Hitler began. "A grand vision, where one nation and one race rule supreme over all else. I want to build a world where people know their boundaries, and this creates eternal peace."

"That's a wonderful idea, but what does it have to do with reincarnation?" Adara asked. 

"If I want my vision to become a reality, I'm going to have to learn from my mistakes," Hitler said. "Since the Americans played an important role in defeating me in World War II, I want to be born American. They can't defeat me if they're my home country and they're fighting for me, now can they?" Hitler grinned, looking very pleased with himself. 

"Okay," Adara nodded, typing something. "Any other preferences?" 

"I'm going to need money if I want to come to power quickly, so I want to be born rich," Hitler continued. "I need to be from a family that's been in America for a long time, so I can use my extreme American-ness and my race to my advantage. Oh, and, if possible, some German blood." 

After clicking and typing furiously for a few minutes, Adara beamed. 

"You're in luck, Mr. Hitler- or should I say, Mr. Trump. There's a spot open with all of your preferences! A guy name Fred Trump is going to be a father soon! Let's see, his wife is going to give birth in...five hours!" 

"So my name is going to be Trump?" Hitler sighed. "I like it! Thank you very much, Miss...er, Leyvon. So, I guess I'll have to get going." 

"Not so fast, sister!" A blanket of white mist appeared by the door with a sudden pop, and a woman who looked like an older version of Adara daintily stepped out of it into view. 

"Raenadella," Adara said distastefully. "What are you doing here, interfering in my business? Shouldn't you be over in Heaven, sister?" She said the word sister with venom, as if she was ashamed their relation.

"Unlike you, we angels have the right to go wherever we wish," the older woman laughed, smoothing her pristine, white suit. 

"But I didn't come here to have another argument with you," Raenadella sighed. 

"Then why'd you come?" Adara spat. 

"I heard you're trying to reincarnate Mr. World War II here," she gestured to Hitler. 

"Yes, I am. Now would you please get out of my face?" Adara snapped. 

"I can't let you do that. Not with his track record," Raenadella shook her head. "It would offset the balance of Good and Evil, giving Evil an unfair advantage." 

"Good has had an unfair advantage since the beginning of time!" Adara stomped her foot in fury. "Can't you at least let us have our time to shine...even for a second?" 

"You and your kind deserve nothing more than what you have," Raenadella said coldly. "If I were Chairman of the Afterlife, I'd have you all thrown in the Furnace!" 

"I'LL BURN YOUR FACE OFF, FEATHERHEAD!" Adara screamed, dropping her professional demeanor as she raised her arm, summoning a crackling flame in her outstretched hand. 

"We don't battle like that anymore, Adara, remember?" Raenadella. "We're sophisticated and diplomatic now." 

"Fine, I'll make you a deal. You let me reincarnate Hitler, and I'll let you reincarnate Gandhi." 

"What?" Raenadella's eyes brightened. "Now that sounds like a bargain! But you better keep your promise!" She narrowed her eyes threateningly. "I have my eyes on you, little sister." 

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Disclaimer: The descriptions of the afterlife in this book are purely for comic effect and we don't mean to offend anyone's religion or anything like that.