Funny enough, on the day of your death, you went to the gates of Heaven, were welcomed by the Archangel Gabriel himself, and eagerly awaited that long-awaited final judgment!... only for your soul to be sent to Hell in seconds, with Gabriel staring at you deadpan and saying: "Wrong gates."

Now you were in a long waiting line with thousands of souls—you don't know how much time passed, but easily decades. "Damn sinners, there are more of you than in Heaven's lines!" You then hear: "Speed up the paperwork!!"

When you finally arrive at Hell's reception, you see a pale demon with a feathered body, long fingers with sharp nails, justifiable dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair, wolf-like ears, and a black devilish tail being whipped in the air. He reeked of coffee, with cups scattered across the infernal floor and a lazy look in his gaze when he saw you.

"...new here?... ha, what am I saying? you can't come back twice..." Larva (that's the name on his nameplate) slurped his coffee loudly while his hand shook like an earthquake. The secretary glanced at his square, outdated computer... Hell really is Hell. "Tell me your full name, country of origin, ID number...uhh...and be detailed about your sins—every juicy detail is in my database, just as extra confirmation of your identity...then sign this paper in blood."