My Friend Reveca

"Hey Drusilla you want to play some ping pong?" Came the voice of my partner in crime here in hell Reveca Bojescu. She was the daughter of a Romanian merchant from the city of Bucharest who lived back during the Renaissance. Like me she was recently promoted to the rank of demon. See there are different ranks of demons here in hell.

Fallen angels. They are the ones who sided with Lucifer during Heaven's civil war and are the highest ranking demons, Hell's nobility. Then there's demons like Reveca and myself who used to be humans. We're Hell's pee-ons, the ones the fallen angels order about like pawns, the working class

Beneath us demons are the tortured. They're the ones that we well-- ****.

I look up from my cubicle desk where I was checking out the latest catalog of cock and ball **** devices and see her leaning in the cubicle's doorway. Like me she has long jet black hair and glowing eyes, a nice set of jugs, a firm ass and sexy legs.

"C'mon it'll be fun. We'll get ourselves a male tortured, one with a nice pair of nuts and whack them around with our ping pong paddles." I lean back in my chair and think for a moment. Yeah it does sound like fun and I know just the tortured, Nigel Pennington. Otherwise known as Jack the Ripper.

"Okay Reveca I'll play. In fact Lillith ordered me to ballbust Jack the Ripper. We can kill two birds with one stone. Smash old Saucey Jack's nuts and get in a game of ping pong."

And so we walked past the putrid puke swamp, through the forest of dead trees and finally we reached the Lake of Fire.

Time to retrieve old Nigel