Hell was a lot less unpleasant than most thought, sure it was a little red, humid, and fiery, and contained horrors beyond comprehension

But outside of that, it was somewhat fine

Or at least that's what Mark thought to himself as he brushed some brimstone dust off his dark blue suit.

The trip through the caverns had been a rather arduous one. Looking back, he could see his scratched ATV sitting in a corner of the cave exit. He'd need to drive a little carefully next time.

As he walked towards the exit of the cave, the red sulfuric light poured in, casting an ominous glow. For a moment, I thought about its absurdity. Just a few months ago, he was nothing more than an unemployed loser with a Master's in Philosophy (which was practically worth nothing anyway)

Now he was making literal deals with the devil, or demons to be precise, and the various other inhabitants of the underworld, including, of course, the tortured souls.

He carefully slid past the crack that had become the entrance to hell for him, holding onto the briefcase full of strange knick-knacks.

beings down here were of a peculiar sense, and the underworld was pretty strange too. Not that he minded, money was money, or gold in this situation, as it was in surplus in hell (and US bills didn't exactly exist here)

carefully stepping out into the humid and hot air, Mark let out a heavy sigh, the foul fumes already snaking into his nose as he fixed his well-combed dark blond hair slightly

Carefully, he reached into his suit pocket, pulling out a list of 'deliveries' he had to make

Without further ado, he began to traverse the landscape of the underworld, strolling at a leisurely pace, humming to himself absentmindedly.