Demons living in Hell are truly the epitome of evil who have no conscience. Meet
Dexter Dewitt, a demon who is an exception. Dexter Dewitt, a demon, escorts damned souls to that dreaded, feared place called Hell, where as Dante’s Inferno says according to the sign at the entrance of Hades… All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter In.
Dexter has been doing this service for many years. One day Satan assigns him to a routine escort. Only this one will be anything but routine. You see, Dexter is not your ordinary evil demon. No…Dexter Dewitt has a conscience, and is about to do something that goes against everything he represents as a demon and as an escort for mortals damned to Hell.
This story of Dexter is a prequel to my book, One Dangerous Woman.
"No! No! Please, don't send me down there! Please! Please! Noooo! I'm sorry. I really, truly am sorry!"
Dexter Dewitt hated this part of his job—escorting souls to Hell—souls who led an evil life on earth and now suddenly were sorry for their sins? These damned souls—and they are truly damned souls—give a new meaning to the adage there is no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole.
Even though he was a demon, Dexter would rather be an angel escorting souls to heaven. What greater feeling to be able to send someone home to Paradise instead of dispatching a soon-to-be tormented soul to damnation for eternity. He envied those winged creatures because they could leave and enter Nirvana as they pleased. He was aware there was nothing but love and happiness in that Paradise. Where Dexter resided now…to say the environment and atmosphere was the exact opposite of Heaven would be an understatement. In Hell, there was nothing but evil, pain, suffering and hatred toward one another.
Ever since he accidentally shot a store clerk in a botched robbery, which resulted in him residing in Hell, Satan had assigned Dexter to escort evil souls to this unholy place just as a demon escorted him to the evilest of evil places. Now eighty years later, thinking about it—he definitely had a lot of time to think—in a morbid sense of reasoning, Dexter rationalized what he was doing wasn't really that bad. I mean, if a murderer dies, sending or escorting the poor sap to Hades is pretty much a no-brainer.
His present quarry was a perfect example. If there ever was a spirit more deserving to be plunged into Hell, it has to be the man he was presently escorting. George Smith killed his wife and children for insurance money. When the authorities surrounded him, after a long chase, rather than the police taking him into custody, he decided to kill himself. Killing or murdering—especially members of your family, for profit—was definitely a ticket to Hell. Committing suicide was simply driving the final proverbial nail into his coffin.
On his way down to the fiery pits, Dexter could only shake his head on George's pleas for mercy by responding as a father who is about to spank his son for doing something so foolish, "So, you say you're sorry? Maybe you should have thought of this before you killed your family for insurance money." There was definitely sarcasm in his voice when he made this statement because he knew George could have avoided his fate by not committing the crime in the first place. When Dexter literally threw the man into Hell, the beleaguered, anguished soul heard the screaming and wails of the immortals that already made their home there.
As George drew closer to the fiery pits, the appeals from him increased a thousand fold. "No! No! Please! Noooooo!"
Dexter shrugged. He has heard those pleas hundreds of thousands of times.