Once you've built your cigarette throne and lake of booze there's not much left.

Not fucking likely, chief.

More Nazis up there than there are down here from the looks of things. And there's a bloody lot of them down here. Screamy fuckers.

Well if you don't like it, you shouldn't have been such a monumental tosser.

Ah, well. Eternity's bound to be over soon.

[Cigarette willed into existence, lit off the back of a man on fire.] Never gets old.

Like there's more than one. x.com/LilithUnholy/s…

Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off.

I know what you want and you can all FUCK OFF.

You think you can come CRAWLING BACK now. After sealing me in here?!

Not even here in person, are you? Nah. Got a couple of chumps to do the dirty work. Same old John.

Nothing changes. Not down here and sure as Hell not up there.

Talk about self loathing. What a wanker.

Hnngh.

Come on then.

[Blackens a hand to ash and back. No pain, no sensation at all.]

I think it's a kidnapping.

Boring conversation anyway.

[A hissing soul fragment attaches to the nearest stone and fizzles.]