How does an innocent find himself in the eighth circle of hell? He realised that it’s mostly the innocents who go to hell. He looks at the elevator that got him here. Funny thing he thought and reached in his pocket, to find his pack of cigarettes and the lighter. Would I get cigarettes in hell? No chance, he thought. He looked around, all kinds of depravities and tortures being inflicted on innocents by demons. He puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it. He was suffering but not more than people who were more innocent than him. It was hot in here which was funny because the deepest circle that is the ninth circle of hell was freezing cold. He kept smoking his cigarette. There were still a few cigarettes left in the pack, but guess finding a cigarette shop in the eighth circle of hell was a task, especially when his wallet was confiscated by the demons at the entry gate. Though he was relieved that it’s only innocents who get tortured in hell because it gets him community and proves what he had suspected all his life. He looked around and found a rock and took a seat on it. He was about to get tortured but he didn’t give a fuck, what he gave a fuck about was finding a cigarette shop in the hell, he could trade his jacket to get a couple of packets. He looked around, women getting raped, children getting molested, men getting tortured. Well seems like hell alright, he thought to himself. When hell is for the innocent, what kind of God is God? He thought. But then he remembered he is the same guy who made an angel prostrate to a creature inferior to him and then banished him from heaven so that the banished angel could become unfathomably evil and a pimp of hell to send more innocents to get tortured. Checks out, he thinks to himself. He prayed to God and thanked. He looked up and saw a demon approaching him with a whip. Looking at him he asked, do you happen to know a cigarette shop around here?
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