“Oh, George… what a bad boy he was when he was alive,” Matthew raised his head from a book he was reading. “Don't know where to begin telling you the awful stuff he was involved in… he was knocking right at the gates of hell, when he was given a last chance to make good.”
“There really is a hell?” I swallowed, and not coffee this time. Dang. Why had I not attended church as my mother wanted me to…
“Well, sort of. After all we are not in heaven yet. Or in the heart of hell either. We're all in the same boat together, here in the Waiting Level. And so George was there in the lowest part of the Waiting Level with others of his kind. Now, the amusing thing is, that each bad deed they have ever done that has caused fear, sorrow or depression in others seems to take the form of a gnat of some sort that will not leave them alone for a second. That explains the fauna crawling on his body, d'you see? There might be some flora as well, as dear George here seems to have accumulated quite a bit of dust, mold and not a little dirt in his previous existence. And the horns… well, the bad guys don't get them when they're alive, of course, but if you have killed someone on purpose, they grow on you here. The more people that have been killed, the bigger the horns - some have real antlers. There's no point trying to cut them off. They just grow back. Still, even the bad guys and dolls have a chance, if an angel should decide to work with them to clean the dirt off their soul and body. And Anthony here has a good heart and frequents those dirtier levels in search of souls who might still have a chance… I have no idea what he sees in George, but maybe he can help him get rid of a few spiders and ticks so that he can enter a lighter level of hell.”
“Thank you, Matthew,” the old angel said. “I am glad you realise that George has potential. And surely he has it in him to reach even higher levels than hell. One day I am sure we will see his horns vanish.”
If George had had a tail, he would have wagged it.
“A shower every now and then wouldn’t exactly hinder the process,” Mia commented.
George grinned. There was a definite… odor about him for sure.
- Leena Maria / Space Witches 1 / The Book of Witches / Chapter 3: Horns. Gnats and Gates of Hell