George had left his last breath behind when he had wandered on the edge of life and death. It was a queer place indeed, comprising nothing and everything at the same time. There was even someone waiting for him. An old friend, who had whispered to him his whole life. George now saw it wasn't human at all. Actually, it was quite horrible. But he wasn't scared; he felt pleasantly bored, if anything. A warm light was prickling his skin, and he thought he knew where it led.
"Is this the light I am supposed to follow?" he asked.
The devil smiled the way it did moments before it fell from heaven.
"No," it replied. "You, my friend, are coming with me".
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