Demons in Heaven; Parody

This story is not real. And in no way is intended to offend anyone. Is simply my way in exploring and expanding my passion for writing into a more satirical edge,  a comedy,  and parody. The characters in my story are also fictional. Lol!

First Part- The begining of our hell.

Few people where partying and dancing in a nightclub. The place was soon packed with more and more people from many different background, age, and social status, with one thing in comon, they all had a baggage, a story, and all of them were sinners. Meet Rachelle,  she was a former famous car racer, now he steals and race cars. Meet Lolita, she is friends with Rachelle she was a table dancer, and she lies to get what she wants. Meet Paul, he was a famous pocker player in vegas, has all the girls he wants. He is a bank robber and dates both Rachel and Lolita. Meet Ivan he seems quiet but he is a gambler, lier, and cheater and also steals and race cars with his sister Rachelle. 

Now they are all celebrating in the club their last obscure business together and as they were planing a new one. The club had some electrical malfunction and caught on fire. People ran in all directions, the fire expanded quickly absorbing the over populated areas and killing few people that were suffocated and consumed under its red flames. Lolita told the news reporter her account of the facts before she gave her last breath in the hospital due to a lung failure. You could see they clothes and skin melting together and  their loud screems confused with other dying screams, confused with my own screams and cry for help. I managed to grab my phone from the floor under the tables, it seemed hot as he’ll and burned my palms but I called 911 and was told to remain on the phone and calm that help was on its way. I remained under the metal table but the heat and fire around was to much to bare. I let my phone go and felt a relieve. Then once the path ahead of me cleared a little. I ran barefoot and jumped over the flames, I saw Rachelle on the floor closed to the door and near collapsing ceilings. She was being ran over by a multitude of desperate young people. I went back and pulled her up by her arm and shirt. Her shirt fell off of her but even as weak as I was I lifted her up close to me, covering her bare chest with mine, and managed to drag each other out of that hell. Then I started screaming for Paul and Ivan and for help. While bloody blurred faces approached us. I let Rochelle go and collapsing near her I passed out.

Second Part- There’s no purgatory.  The church declared so.

 

This is a short version of the facts.
Due to fire the gang died one way or the other but since they all looked after each other they automatically went to the purgatory. Once they got there the place was washed away. The clouds and leaves were black and gray, some people were wondering around too, looking for an entrance to the purgatory. But the gate was locked with big chains. And there was a familiar looking old idian guarding the gate, with a big mexican colorfull sombrero over his face that lifted up a little when he snored.

Paul and Ivan picked the lock of the gate and managed to get in, followed by Rachelle and a hesitant Lolita, and others that followed them. Once in there they devised a prominent tall entrance to the purgatory and got into a large silver and gold room with tall red and black curtains with black ribbon bows on them. It looked like a palace or an elegant hotel that at the same time resembled a benchless church. But it was a hotel and each of them were sinners, so they were directed to their individuals singer’s lodge. And got their own set of keys. Lolita asked the clerk where was this famous purgatory they so much heard about. The house tenant told her with a smile on the face, “there’s no purgatory. The church declared so.” So she dragged herself to her sinners chambers. The tortures the group were imposed to were nameless. They sinner’s chambers were worst that what a purgatory would’ve been. But they planned an escape. Later in the night they threw a rope, made out of the red curtains, to get the largest cloud and jumped on it to get to the other side. They noticed their nakedness once they were seating on the cloud, so they untied their makeshift rope and made robes for them instead. Rachelle was a brilliant designer, and Paul a brilliant group leader. Ivan the brain behind each plan and Lolita was the heart and the organizer. All of them were escaped demos with one single goal in mind getting into heaven. All they had with them was their mindset and a large gray cloud.

Third Part-Demons in Heaven; Beware, it’s snowing angels.

By the time the gang of four little demons arrived to heaven a whole curt of angels, a tired St. Peter, and an angered God were already positioned in guard at the gate of heaven in order to detain them and bring them to the court of the Lord.

St. Peter was very sick with a flue because it was snowing both in heaven and in hell. This gang of four has certainly created a raucous in Heaven and the whole universe and needed to be punish severely and detained.

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