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My redemption began in Hell.
It was a day like any other--except there are no days in that singular (in both senses of the words) place. No minutes, no hours, weeks, or years. No seconds either. There is no time in Hell, you see. There just is. That's the hell of it.
There I ruminated under the faintest light from above, nameless, Godless, with no sense of humour at all--I existed as a wretched and self-sorry soul, all reflection and no projection--contemplating the base, wasted life I'd once lived. Regrets? Too many to mention, but occasion enough to remember them all. Credits? Not enough to dwell upon. No, the balance was tilted in the worst direction and at the most extreme angle. Legions in this (literally) God-forsaken place still couldn't figure out what they'd done wrong--or, more accurately, why it was deemed so damned offensive--while others understood only too well. The former would come to know eventually, but in the meantime, theirs was a different kind of torment. As I pondered my own iniquities, a light suddenly brightened a corner of my dark 'cell.'
Two of them appeared, tall and seraphic, their radiance pushing back the shadows around me, guarding themselves against contamination from this murky realm I inhabited (interesting how the ancient artists intuitively had got it right when they depicted bright auras enveloping the holy spirits on their sojourns into the infectious world of mankind) and I was blinded until they wished their dimmers to a more comfortable level. Both wore annoyingly benevolent smiles.
'Good day to you,' one of them said as though time had relevance.
I nodded back, wary and too surprised by their visit to appreciate the break in the routine.
'We hope we didn't disturb you,' greeted the other one, neither sarcasm nor irony in his manner.
'Glad of the company,' I returned, all nervous humility and dread.
The first entity, essence--angel if you like--sensed my fear. 'Don't be alarmed. We're here to comfort, not chastise.'
Chastise? Nobody had chastised me since I'd arrived. The torment was too subtle and yes, too drastic, for that.
'Not more punishment, then?' I asked half-pleadingly.
'Oh, we wouldn't say that,' replied the second, and they both glanced at each other.
'Something punishing perhaps, but not really punishment,' said the first.
I groaned. 'Something worse than this?'
'Not worse. I told you we're here to comfort you. No, this is something infinitely better.'
He smiled down at me and I took in a countenance so serene, so pure, that tears blurred my vision.
'A chance,' he announced before straightening again.
My thoughts, as well as my emotions, raced. A chance? A chance for what? To leave this place? To attain a new level? A chance to escape the perpetual misery of ah existence without hope? What did he--it--mean?
He knew my thoughts. 'All of those things,' he said, beckoning me to rise so that I wouldn't have to gaze up at him any more. 'But more importantly, an opportunity to make amends.'
Instead of rising I knelt before them both. 'Anything,' I said. 'I'll do anything.'
'I wonder,' was his response.
'It would be a harsh test.' The second one gently loosened my grip on his robe. 'And it's more probable that you'll fail. If that is the outcome, then there really is no hope for you.'
'I don't understand.' I looked from one to the other.
No 1 took me by the elbow and drew me up. 'We have a tradition on the, er, uppermost level.'
'The Good Place?'
He gave a slight bow.
'Heaven?'
His smile twitched. 'If you like.'
'Anything,' I pleaded. 'Just tell me what you want me to do.' I admit, I was weeping floods by now. You had to know what Hell is like.
'Calm yourself,' he soothed. 'Stay your tears and listen.'
Angel 2 started to explain. 'Every half-millennium we are allowed to choose a few souls for…'
'We call it the Five Hundred Year Plenary Indulgence…' No 1 interrupted helpfully.
'…whereby all grievous and venal sins of the chosen souls are forgiven, their spirits become untainted once more. As they were before Earthly birth. They are able…"
ì…eventually…"
'…to enter the Kingdom and at last find their peace.'
It was too much for me. I sank to my knees again, disturbing the vapours that swirled low to the floor of my cubette. 'You've chosen me…'I burbled as my hands again caught the hems of their gowns.
I heard a throat clearing, a sound of disapproval, and immediately let go, afraid of irritating these wise and wonderful creatures. I remained doubled over though, my nose disappearing into the mists.
'You and one or two others,' Angel 2 corrected.
'Thank you, oh thank--'
No 1 cut me short. 'In your lifetime you were thoroughly wicked and your punishment here is richly deserved.'
'I know, I kn--' It was my own sobs, like sharp hiccups, that interrupted the self-mortification.
No 1 had paused. 'Yes, yes, it's never too late for tears, but please save them for after we've gone,' he admonished, a little impatiently I thought, given the stress I was under.
Well, wailing, gnashing of teeth and the beating of breasts was the norm in this place, but I guess it could be upsetting--or just plain tedious--for visitors. I snuffled into my hand and choked back further lamentation. If they didn't want woe, then woe there wouldn't be. A few snivelling whimpers maybe, just to show I was truly contrite, but nothing distracting. Besides, I was desperate to hear what was on offer.
'You were blessed with so many gifts for your test-time on Earth, yet you squandered them all, used them for your own self-gratification.'
'Yes, I know, I know,' I agreed with a barely-repressed sniffle.
'You were guilty of hedonism…'
'Yes.'
'…sensualism…'
'Yes.'
'…eudaemonism…'
'Er…'
'…and you used your charm, your wit and your exceptional presence to cheat and humble those around you. Duplicity and betrayal was your canon, to lie and abuse was your doctrine. You debased the worthy and downtrod the already downtrodden.'
'Well, I…'
Angel 2 added his own condemnation. 'A libertine and a roué.'
'Both a philanderer and a gigolo.'
'Indeed, a rake of the lowest order.' No 2 didn't want to be outdone.
'You were a great star in a celluloid firmament. A moving star…'
'Uh, movie star, actually,' I corrected.
'…in the place they call Holy Wood.'
I felt it unwise to correct him again; no point in ruffling his feathers (just an expression--they don't really have wings. They don't really have bodies or voices either, but let's not get pedantic).
'Women adored you, men admired you.'
'Until they got to know you,' No 2 added darkly. The people worshipped your debonair image; to them you were a devil-may-care sophisticate, whose bluff exterior secreted a caring and sensitive core. Or so they thought. The public only knew you for the black and white image you portrayed.'
And they hadn't come to chastise me?
'But most wickedly of all, you caused premature death and suicide. You caused despair and yes, even insanity to the ones who loved you most and who forgave your amorality and hardness of heart.'
I offered no excuses. I had once before, at my Judgement, and they'd got me nowhere. This time I kept my mouth shut.
From their thunderous countenances I thought they'd changed their minds about giving me a second chance, but it was Angel 2 who threw some light into the shade: 'However, you did have some--not many mind--redeeming qualities.'
 I kept my lips clamped tight, even though a small, tingling excitement was beginning to lift my spirit once more.
'And it was those few--very few--redeeming qualities,' he went on, 'that gave us cause to review your case. It seems you were not altogether a bad person, although there are those among us who disagree about that. In fact it was...