Holes

You are a Devil. It's the end of the year, and you and your Devil friends make yourself giant and terrorize the people for fun. Only, this night is the night of the Reaping. You scan the night, drinking in the screams of the tormented blasting through your headphones. When your friend finishes recording another album of it, it'll be another lovely night in hell.

Out in the distance, you spot your friend, Handeen. Gleefully, he jumps in the air and falls flat on his behind, surely killing hundreds. Hundreds more go flying just above his crossed knees and fall strategically into his well-placed blender. Once half full, you watch him pour in sinners’ blood. A delicate base. Joy rumbles in your chest as you continue your trek. You'd like to collect your part in the night’s end’s festivities.

Your every step sends rumbles and quakes through the ground, and waves of screams ring out from the people below. The crunching of bones tickles your feet. You scan the ground below, making certain to only pluck the most damned of souls. The most wicked sinners of the year. You take a tip from Handeen and jump a few times before skipping off at a job well done.

Damn, it feels good to be a Devil.

You pass countless other Devils, collecting their contributions on this holiday (or damned day). Your sack of souls (or soul sack) is becoming full, so you slap the ground for good measure and make your descent back to Hell. Devils from all over gather around the sinners’ entrance to their final restless place.

One by one, each Devil dumps their sack down the hole, into the crazy slide slicked with sinners’ blood.

You dump yours and hold your ear to the entrance, smiling a warm smile at their screams. The sound trails out; you find yourself staring.

A Devil playfully nudges you, and you think: what the heck? It's been too long since you've followed them down. You jump in, smooshing and crushing the souls who were just dumped and are not-so-surprisingly followed by a few other Devils.

After all the twists and turns and loops, you land on top of a gaggle of sinners, dead in the center of Hell. You guffaw at their unending horror. Here, you spot your best Devil with her fancy mic, recording the screams of the tormented. You bet you and the other Devils landing in hell will add an amazing mix for her, so none of you hold back your devilish laughter.

Handeen clears a circle for the Devils and sets tables for you all. He pours everyone a sinful drink while you set up the grill. Lines of Devils form as your souls sizzle. No need to ask how each devil likes their soul burger. Handeen likes his well-done, and to wash it down with his sin drink. Most other Devils like theirs runny, but you and your best Devil won't have it any other way.

Screaming.