Good Intentions (The Road to Hell, #1)

by Brenda K. Davies

A soul’s sentence in Hell depends on their crime or crimes. When their time is up, they’re sent back to Earth to start again, in a new life. The soul would be theirs once again to do what they would with it, a fresh start. They are reborn with no memory of who they had been before. If they were sent back to Hell, they remembered.” He said remembered in such a way it caused goose bumps to erupt on my skin. I didn’t want to know what they remembered. “The same for Heaven,” he continued. “Souls float around with their harps, or at least that’s what I imagine they do, until all of their loved ones arrive. Once they’re all reunited, those souls have a happy little reunion. Then the oldest of those souls one day are sent back to Earth. However, all souls must go through this transition of life and death.” “How come souls don’t get to stay in Heaven with their loved ones?” “That’s just the cycle of our dimensions; it’s the way it has always been. And just because a soul makes it to Heaven once, doesn’t mean they won’t eventually make it to Hell a time or two also. Humans are able to create new souls—you’re the only species who can—but new souls are born into this world every day then make their way to one of our planes. Without this life cycle, we don’t know what could happen, but there is a reason things were balanced the way they were before.”

The angels were nearly as ruthless as we were from what I’d been told. They simply treated souls better than we did, but then they didn’t get the souls we received either. I’m sure they would have been more than happy to make Stalin’s eternity as excruciating as we had.

I sliced the head off the straw man and kicked it across the ground. Humans jumped out of the way and glared at me. I glared back at them. I wasn’t in the mood for their shit today, or anyone else’s, especially not the giant mountain of a douche canoe who stepped forward to stand across from me. He glowered at me as intensely as I glowered at him.