"Your name sir?" asked the fat man on the podium, biting into a burnt doughnut. "Doctor Ignatious Damion Keller," sagte Dr. Damion. The man the set down his doughnut, blowing into his cigarette, then thumbed the pages of a book. "Oh let's see here, murder, mass genocide, abuse, gluttony, Ohhhh... You've been a very bad boy!!" sagte the man. "Just get this through already fatass," sagte Dr. Damion. "Follow the trail of Hitler, then go left from where the river of Brimstone is," sagte the man. "I wish to meet him," sagte Damion. "The master meets no one," sagte the man. Dr. Damion the grabbed the cigarette and it burned up into his flipper. "I want to see him, NOW," sagte Dr. Damion. "Fine, just take the path I described to you, then go right at the caverns," sagte the man. "Thank Du for your time Armos," sagte Dr. Damion, following the path down into the inferno, he already knew where he was, he was in the place all the most vile and wretched of society go down to, the place Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin, and all those other murderers went to, the place feared Von all and run Von that distinguishable man in the center. He was in the place people called, Hell.
Dr. Damion calmly walked into the trail, passing through a hallway made of burning people, the groans, screams, and panicked expressions did not shake Dr. Damion, he then saw two large hellhounds guarding the entrance to Satan, they growled at him, snarling their viciously sharp teeth at him. Dr. Damion picked up a burning ember, then beat both the Hunde with it, making them run off, whimpering like small puppies. He then saw smaller workers of Satan, pushing several people into the burning inferno, watching them tumble down into the abyss, at the bottom, they were swallowed up Von a hideous beast, and spat back up, where they were thrown back into the firy abyss Von the workers again. Dr. Damion's eyes focused on it, glowing red as he did so. He then saw a small canoe, with the cloaked figure of Death, waiting for him to come. "Don't rush me, I will be there in a second," sagte Dr. Damion. Death then looked at his clock, then gestured that Dr. Damion had five minutes. Dr. Damion then adjusted his coat, then headed to the canoe, he sat inside and watched the black waters Bewegen by, Death rowing to the entrance to Satan's pit.
At the pit, they had finally stopped the canoe, Death hovered to the shore, unlocking a burning gate, and then hovered back to the canoe. The kanu then rowed back through the gate, where Dr. Damion heard the shrieks and cries of terror grow Mehr intense, he then covered his ears in annoyance. "Down here for three thousand motherfucking years!!! GET USED TO IT!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, ignoring the fact that he was burning too, as well as the tortured souls. Death then stopped, pointing his long, bony finger at the western shore, in a scratchy voice of dust. "The master, he resides theeeeere," sagte Death. "Thank Du very much for the quick ride of passage," sagte Dr. Damion. Death then held out his bony hand. "Oh, the pay, here," sagte Dr. Damion, handing him small silver coins that were gritty. He soon went into the room, and inside, he saw him, he was not like you'd picture him to be, he was in the fake figure of a Las Vegas man, he slammed down a deck of cards. "Your round now," sagte Satan, grabbing his set. A skinny man then picked up a set of cards from the pile. "Ah, what a greeting it is Satan," sagte Dr. Damion, frowning.
"Oh what another excellent person as yourself, come, let us play, I'm almost finished with Al here," sagte Satan. "Why so vague at this hour?" asked Dr. Damion. "To look presentable, would Du rather have me like this?" asked Satan, he now turned from a man, into a demonic imp, with the large red wings of an albatross, he flapped them slightly. "You're right, the other form is Mehr presentable," sagte Dr. Damion, watching Satan transform into a friendly-looking man again. "Now let's play!!" sagte Satan, shuffling his deck of cards. "No, I wish to speak first, hehe, the Netherworld, is MINE now," sagte Dr. Damion. "Is that a challenge?" asked Satan, burning his cards in his fist. "Oh, it didn't sound like one to you? Du must be gravely deaf," sagte Dr. Damion. Satan then gave him an icy look. "At least I'm courageous enough to challenge the miserable sky oath," sagte Satan. "At least I ruled for the past ten oder so years in a matter of hours, while it took Du several years and converts to get yours," sagte Dr. Damion. "Let's get it then, the dark lord versus a miserable penguin," sagte Satan. "Challenge accepted brightly," sagte Dr. Damion.