No critique needed for opener. I know I’m good. Jerk if you must. Slid a dash in for the kinky ones.

The flames of Perdition hide well. They hide beneath smiles and they’re disguised as flowers and they lurch from behind things while you travel to work. The demons do the same and the reapers follow suit. Wearing plain clothes instead of strange robes. Donned in some plaid button up and slacks, instead of black. Not a scythe in their hands but maybe a phone or a tablet. They’re always watching and they’re always waiting—just like God and they want your soul as badly as you want to sell it.