“I shall be honest with you,” he lied. I should have known, I knew. If I am being honest, I knew. Sometimes it is easier to believe a lie than to accept the truth. Don’t blame me! Blame them over there! Ah, it was not your fault, it was the fault of that one there, you know the funny looking one. We all know it is bullshit, we all know it is nonsense. Who do you blame though, the person doing the selling or the person buying? Are we not all part of the same cycle? If you have no buyers, then nobody will sell. If nobody is selling, then nobody is buying. It is dishonest on all sides, it is a deception and it is betraying people. You expect the worse, you expect them to ignore you in between elections, but you do not expect them to sell the circle to the lowest bidder. Yet that happened.
It started out simple enough. Do you want to be free? They asked. Do you want to control your own future? Who can say no to this? If you dared to say no, they looked at you like someone would look at a talking dog turd stuck to the bottom of a digger as it attempted to launch into space from Greeds demonic airport. It was just considered wrong. So we voted, we had a turnout in record numbers. Demons voting, Succubi voting, Vampires and Zombies they all voted. They wanted to be free; they wanted to control their own destiny. Why should they do what some unknown they dictated to them? They had to live here; they had to deal with it, they should have the choice.
It came to light shortly afterwards, but by then the damage had already started. The vampires were told it was the demons that were holding them back. They gave the demons the impression that the zombies were to blame for the ruination of their circle. The zombies blamed the succubi and the succubi just said “Fuck it” and screwed anything that moved. It is tempting to say they had the right idea, but they were just following their instinct, so while they were right I will not credit a rock with acting like a rock.
And that was the problem, people thinking of just themselves and not the greater whole. Nobody looked at the people selling the message and asked what was in it for them. Nobody gazed down deep into the circles and asked what Satan thought of all this, and why he had let it drift this far. The Gargoyles hated the Shadow Walkers. The Shadow Walkers detested the Pinheads. The Pinheads despised the Crack dwellers and, well, everyone loathed the Z list celebrities.
And so they wrote it in the parchment of the six hundred and sixty-sixth rules that the humans would have to come to Inferno willingly. It was what none of them wanted, but after they had displayed the message upon a Basilisk telling them it was for their own good, the minions of the underworlds had voted for it. What was once a straightforward job would become hard. They could no longer depend on people dropping in at random, they now had to pitch for the work. PR departments went into overdrive, sales teams exploited the vulnerable and marketeers utilised every trick in the book to pull in the souls.
Come to lust, fulfil your desires!
Wandering aimlessly? Then Limbo is the place for you.
Feeling betrayed? Feeling left out. Treachery may be what you need!
All you can eat buffet! Come to see the menu at greed!
And the ones campaigning for this change? What of them? Well, they had worked the system in their favour. The rest of the circles worked day and night to get people to hell they sat below them all and had their pick of the bunch. They hid in the cracks between circles, ignoring the bedlam that ensued. Siphoning of the souls they wanted and leaving the dregs to be consumed by the rest.
Sometimes even a demon has to be careful what they vote for.