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"So how'd you die?"

"Oh, Hit and run, I think," said Arly. She was a mouse girl with light grey fur; she was wearing the clothes she had on when she died, and she guessed she always would be. That black skirt was alright. That ironic t-shirt referencing a meme from five years ago? Kinda embarrassing. She'll be repping Unpopular Opinion Muskrat for all eternity.

"Me too. Well, a car accident," said the austere silver cat ahead of her in line. Ahead of her in the line. The line that decided where they'd go forever.

She glanced around the line. When she woke up, she had seen a endless sky with rays of golden light, across which fell the silhouettes of flying angels. Or maybe demons. Or just birds. She had no idea. In front of her, there had been thousands of people. Now, there were few - and it was making her nervous.

Arly hadn't had any idea where they were, at first. But she quickly realized a few things. One, that she was dead. And two, that everyone was waiting. Waiting for...what, she hadn't known. But some seemed nervous, and some seemed happy. As the thousands dwindled to...slightly fewer thousands, she began to catch snippets of what what was being said up front. "Fire". "Paradise". "Forever". She saw people being sent upwards...and dumped down.

A horse was pleading with the judge, a long-earred, pure-white rabbit with flowing golden robes. The judge didn't even bother looking at him as he fell down into Hell. Tough. The horse tumbled into a dark pit that appeared underneath him, and then vanished just as quickly.

When she realized that the two options were Heaven and Hell, she hoped that maybe Hell wouldn't be as bad as they say. But as she neared, she caught the quick heat waves and distant screams that echoed out whenever some poor bastard was cosigned to damnation. She guessed it'd be pretty bad after all.

"So where do you think you'll go?" She asked the cat in front of her.

"Oh, I don't know. I did do all that charity work. Oh, and taught those poor kids how to read. And then there's that time I helped those innocent men off death row...but I don't know. How about you?"

"Uh, I was good, I think." She hoped the bar you had to clear wasn't that high. She'd been waiting a while, and it looked about 50/50 Heaven or Hell so far. She sadly hadn't heard anyone get sent to Purgatory; that's where she'd best fit, she felt.

Ahead of them, a fox was pleading with the judge. Unmoved as ever, the judge swiftly sent the fox down, down, down.

"My turn. Wish me luck." The cat dashed off. Shit. Arly hadn't even realized they were so close.

"...good luck!" As if you need it.

The judge took all of a second to decide. The cat waved as he ascended upwards on a golden beam of light. Okay. Deep breath, Arly.You weren't really bad. Not really good, either, but not bad. Just...kind of there.

"Uh, hi," she muttered, as she faced the judge of her eternity.

"Hmm...your name is Arly, right? I'm seeing some good, some bad..." He didn't sound like a eternal judge. His voice didn't ring with gravitas. He sounded more like a nightshift manager at a copy place.

"Yeah? What does that mean?"

"Hmm," he shrugged. "Could go either way...Hell, perhaps?"

"Perhaps?"

"Yes. It's really fifty-fifty."

"Why not Heaven?" Fifty-fifty? Perhaps? A little more certainty with my eternity, please, she thought.

The judge shrugged. "Don't fret. It's just that I sent quite a few people to Heaven, I want to be fair to Hell. You understand."

She couldn't believe this. "What about fair to me? Can't you at least...flip a coin or something?"

"Hmm, I could..." the judge plucked a coin from thin air. "Heads or tails?"

A coin flip. Eternal bliss or eternal torment, decided by a coin flip. "Uh...heads? What does heads mean?"

"Heads you go to Heaven, tails you go to Hell. Now..."

The judge flipped the coin. It hung in the air for what felt like a...well, eternity. And then the judge caught it-

"-Tails. I'm sorry."

"You can't really be sending me to Hell because of a coin flip!"

"Goodbye."

"You can't-!" she was already tumbling into a great, hot void.

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Bullshit, Arly thought. Being fair to Hell? A coin flip? Perhaps!? PERHAPS HELL!? This doesn't seem like a PERHAPS situation.

She tumbled and tumbled, taking in the sights of her new abode. Levels and levels of flames and tortured souls and whoever was torturing them. She saw people being broken on a great wheel; she swore she saw people being forced to eat themselves. Flocks of ravens pecked out eyes. She wondered what fate awaited her for-fuckin'-ever.

And then she hit it. A great pit of fire. Flames crackled and burned her flesh. The heat was everywhere, inescapable, walls of flames wherever she went. She collapsed to the ground and looked at her charred flesh. She flicked her tail uselessly - it was on fire too, after all. She only heard crackling flames and distant moans and screams. Guess this is my life now. Great.

Something slick and scaly wrapped around her legs and tail, and wrenched her from the flames onto black earth. The bumps of rock against her still-sizzling flesh and fur sent pain cascading through her body, but Arly could see her body recovering, her fur returning. The scaly somethings let her go, and she came face to face with her rescuer: a gorgon, like a creature from classic myth: a serpentine body, green scales and a head covered in shifting, hissing snakes.

"Hi," the Gorgon said softly.

"Hi...? Thanks for rescuing me...I hope?"

"Um, kinda. So...you're Arly."

"Yeah. You know who I am?"

"I'm...well...you couldn't really say my name, not without...y'know." She gestured at her head-snakes. "So no real point sharing it."

"Who are you? Were you sent here too? Why do you know my...?"

"Nope! I'm from here. I'm a demon," she said cheerfully.

"Ah. Here to torture me for my grand crimes, I'm assuming."

"No," she said, "um, kinda, again. Sorry, this is my first case."

"It's okay. Uh...case?"

"First damned soul!" she leaned in close. "I'm responsible for your eternity."

"First? If it's eternal, isn't your first case your only...?"

"Nope, you can move around. Take on new jobs. But I don't think I'll be leaving anytime soon. I have plans." The gorgon grinned.

"Like what?"

"This!" the gorgon kissed Arly. Deeply, desperately, as romantically as a kiss could be, given the surroundings. The kiss felt like it lasted forever. When the gorgon stopped, she looked right in Arly's eyes.

"That's...uh..." Arly didn't expect that in Hell. She kissed the Gorgon back. Just as intensely. And the next kiss, and the next, more passionate, more physical, making out among the fires and screams of Hell. The gorgon's snakes hissed happily. Arly involuntarily rubbed her thin tail along the gorgon's scaly back. Back and forth, gently tracing her scales, her spine...

"Um...one second," the gorgon pulled away. Lowered her head.

Arly shuddered as she felt that slick tongue reaching out to caress her body. Felt its light, pink, forked shape tracing her, searching, finding its target. Darting in and out, gently lapping at her. The snakes hissed. Rubbed themselves against her, tracing her own legs like how her tail traced the gorgon's back. More and more and more intense and more quickly and their attention focused all on her and she felt-

Arly writhed. Flame jetted up in the great fire lake around her. She added another moan to Hell's chorus: this one wild and joyous.

"T-thank you," she said breathlessly.

"For what?" the gorgon asked, pulling herself up.

"I-I didn't expect to get laid in Hell. Maybe...it isn't so bad."

"Maybe," the Gorgon smiled. "But now it's time for me to have my fun."

"Your fun...?" The gorgon was nice. This couldn't be too bad. But she was also a demon. Arly couldn't process this. Ten minutes into a eternal sentence and she was already confused.

The snakes reared up and hissed. The one, long, winding serpent shot down towards Arly. Into-

Arly jumped. The snake was pushing deep into her. Into her still-sensitive parts. Stuffing itself in, pushing against her walls, she pushed and jumped and tried to get it out but it only pushed deeper.

"Get out!" Arly screamed.

"Sorry...is this not so fun?" the Gorgon asked non-chalantly.

What the fuck? She was so nice. So nice! Hell is bullshit after all. Fuck Hell and fuck coins.

A dull, gnawing pain deep inside her. Oh, fuck, Arly realized. The snake was eating its way through her. She jumped again. Tried to escape. But the gorgon's other snakes shot down. They bit down, latching on to her shoulders and sides and legs and breasts. She shrieked.

"S-stop! I didn't even do anything!"

The gorgon just smiled. Lost in her own personal euphoria as her snake gnawed its way deeper and deeper, pushing through Arly. She felt a bulge in her throat, and tried to shriek, but nothing came out. But something wanted out, it wanted out. She opened her silent mouth wide. The snake pushed its way out her throat. Turned to look her straight in the eyes. Hissed softly.

The gorgon let out a satisfied moan. The snake quickly withdrew from Arly's body. The others loosened their jaws. The gorgon wrapped her serpentine body around Arly's, too dazed to do anything. The gorgon laid her head on the mouse's shoulder and smiled slightly.

"Ah...did you enjoy that?"

"N-no!?"

"Yeah, I figured. I'm sorry. But I'm also so happy! And someday you'll be happy too. Because we have all eternity to get to know each other! Isn't that great? Just wait and see what I have planned tomorrow..."

Arly just stared up into the void.