I asked someone about an hour ago if they’d sell their soul; or even a part of their soul. (If you’ve watched the TV show “Preacher” you’ll know what I’m talking about - there’s a company in it that buys souls for cash. You don’t have to sell your whole soul in one go though, you can sell it by percentage. Not as painful, and a lot less messy than selling a kidney, I suppose.) Anyway, they were a bit dubious and wouldn’t say one way or the other. I, on the other hand, said “I don’t believe in souls, I’d go for it.” That alone would be more than enough to get me there. Spooky coincidence: I’m wearing a perfume called ‘Garden of Hespera’. I’m a goner...

Hades was the guy who wanted to rape Persephone and came up with a scheme to threat the life of all mankind. So the gods and humans agreed to let him have her in return for fertile earth on which to grow crops. I'm on my mission down to Hades to bring him some of the crops in form of weed and tobacco. The former to make him sleepy and the latter to kill him by cancer in the long run. And sure enough I will take Persephone with me as soon as he sleeps and kick the ass of any dark creature on our way out. This will be epic. I will beg to get a sharp dagger into my grave too, so I can also cut off the dick of Hades when convenient. I will haunt all those who agreed to Persephone to be an eternal rape slave and will hold them accountable. Sure enough that are millions of people so expect that to take huge amounts of time, but they all will be assembled with Hades in hell, dickless and expecting to suffer from Hades' anger and fury. All in all an entertaining prospect!