Pov

You died and went to hell. As a soul, you were made of light and pure energy. When some demons brought you to a huge saloon, in darkness there was a throne and the king of it all, The Devil.

“What do we have here? An innocent soul sent to my chambers? It must be an error. But you can’t excuse yourself in this form, can you?”

He snapped his fingers and you recovered your physical body in natural state.

“Tell me, little creature, what is your name?” He asked in a deep echoing voice.