The streets of Hell burn my head with nuisances. Hell is noisy noisier than the living world which is really something. I can hear their thoughts. It burns my ears. It's burning like fire. I puff out smoke. I wish there was a ring down here, but it would be tough getting used to. 

Fuck this.

Mhmmmm. More! More!

It's nasty, but I'd rather be down here than up there. I have it all. Girls. Power. Even wealth.

Run! It's the miracle worker!

Geek! I heard my sister committed suicide from his prophets!

I'd love to suck that dick. 

I turn. A female demon was staring at me. I let out a breath. I walk over. Her eyes go wide and her face turns red. A piece of paper forms in my hand. I lift her head up with my other lower hand. I place it behind her large pointy ears.

"Give me a call will you?" I ask.

"Yes..." She says.

"Mm..." I move my hand down her shirt. 

She faints. Heh... of course. I turn. I have it all down here. Power. I light a fire in my hand. I place it directly to my pipe. I puff out smoke. I never realized just how... amazing my powers can be. I've always said it was suffering but now. I have everything. I look down. Dare I say it... I feel normal.