A Murder
IN HELL
People die in Hell all the time, but I’d never seen a dead demon before. Not until now.
I stared down at the body of Zqqerrty’fll sprawled lifelessly on the office floor near the water cooler. There wasn’t a mark on his scales, but the fire in his eyes had gone out, leaving nothing but black, empty holes. The first murder in Hell, and I didn’t have a clue what had happened.
I thought it was the first murder anyway, but I couldn’t say for sure. I’m not an archivist demon. My name is Molox, and I’m more of a special investigative demon. I’d be a cop if there were such things as law and order in Hell. But there’s not. There’s only fear and punishment.
Killing the damned doesn’t count as murder, of course, because they’re sinners and they get what they deserve. Besides, t
