Hell. Just do your time, they said. It will be easy, they said. What's a hundred years sentenced to prison in Hell?
Well, I can tell you, for an Imp like me, it was a pretty long time. Like most Imps, I am a mischievous sort, and that tends to annoy people, said people like the prison guards. Which meant that my time in Hell had just gotten a lot more complicated. I was about to receive the type of punishment no living soul had ever come back from. Not a single one had ever survived. I was about to become a snack for the most dangerous beast in all of Hell. The only one that gave even the Devil nightmares. Only I would soon find he didn't intend to eat me at all. No, instead he decided—he was keeping me. Imp and the Beast is intended for mature listeners.
