Life After Life

If I could just hide, maybe he'd forget he ever saw me and go about his business. If I was lucky he hadn't seen me yet at all. I ducked to the left behind a clump of hot rock. Then he was behind me somehow. It was that damn magic. I had yet to develop any, but many dead did. I think it had to be gifted by the leader of you realm. In this case Satan, and Satan wasn't all that happy with me. He pressed up against me. Fear shot through me immediately. Hell can be a very dangerous place. I turned on him in hopes of limiting his advantage.

"Get away from me, now," the quaver in my voice ruined the effect.

"What's wrong Ryan, scared of your punishment now that you're back? Did you have fun with your safe life on earth. Do you miss your wife and kids? Poor Ryan." Mastefsin leered at me. I shook my head. I had to get away from him somehow.