The Heaven

I wasn’t as bad as I thought – Damian with a relief.
The heaven looked exactly as they taught at catechesis.
Blue. Fluffy clouds. Flocks of cheerful flying angels. And in the distance, on the throne, a grey-haired old man with a long beard.
The boss himself – thought Damian with amusement.
Of course, there was a whole bunch of souls here, too. All so asexual and bored.
Damian looked around more closely and then he understood where he went – to the hell! He always believed that hell must be the most boring of places. No women. No entertainment, no drugs. Eternal boredom…

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