The soul of Kylie Perkins had been in Hell, both figuratively and literally, ever since her suicide.
She had learned that when people die, they basically go wherever they feel that they deserve.
It was more complicated than that, of course. There's no universe, for example, where Joseph Goebbels was in Heaven, but generally, it held true.
Kylie felt that she deserved to suffer for what she had done, so she did. Since she had grown up Catholic, the classic fire and brimstone version of Hell was where she had come to find her eternal resting place.
Flames burned at her body day and night while demons tortured her, all of them wearing the faces of people that she had hurt. Mocking her. Validating every horrible thing that she thought about herself.
She was told that Hell had been waiting for her for a while now. It's not every day that they get a supervillainess who nearly destroyed the entire world.
She screamed in bloodcurdling agony every moment of her stay. She wept and gnashed her teeth, consumed by endless waves of guilt and grief, missing Aziza and wishing that she could see her beautiful brown face one more time, but the late sorceress had resigned herself to the fact that that would never happen.
This was her fate, and she deserved nothing more.
In an instant, Kylie suddenly found herself sitting in a gorgeous white room.
The sun was rising through beautiful white painted windows, and Kylie saw that it was morning. Birdcall could be heard. Outside, she saw fresh cut grass and children playing across the street.
It felt pleasant. Heavenly.
Almost like that world Aziza had brought her to where humanity never existed.
She looked down and saw that she was dressed in a pink tank top and blue jeans. Her blonde hair draped down past her breasts.
"Impossible" Kylie muttered. Her clothing had long since burned away from hellfire.
So had her hair and skin.
Kylie honestly couldn't even remember herself with skin. She had been getting used to seeing her reflection being of a flayed, bald, skeletal, hideous charred body. But here her skin was.
"Where am I?" she shouted.
A slightly older, adult version of Jennifer Smith appeared in front of her.
"You're in my home, Kylie."
"Jennifer?!? What the hell is going on?"
"OK, I think some explanations are in order. My name is Jennifer Smith."
"Duh, I already know that. I just called you Jennifer"
"But Imt not the one that you know."
"You're...you're an Alternate?"
Jennifer shook her head.
"I'm Jennifer Smith, but not the one that you cursed on Halloween. I'm from a different universe, one where I just recently completed my mystical training and became the Sorceress Supreme. I used my new powers to pull you out of Hell because I couldn't stand watching you suffer. You see, I've long since gotten over my issues with *my* own Kyle Perkins. My Kyle had the exact same issues that you do. The same resentments. The same anger. The same desire for vengeance. But we patched things up, and now we're friends. And I think that's possible for you, Kylie."
"No. Aziza tried to help me, gave me almost the exact same spiel, and it didn't work. I'll always be a monster" Kylie said.
"It doesn't have to be that way, Kylie. You can't take back what you did, but you can make up for it by doing good for others. You're clearly remorseful for your actions, so there's no point in punishing yourself anymore. I want you to help me with other versions of yourself, all of the other Kyles and Kylies out there in the multiverse, and stop them from making the same mistakes that you did."
"If you're the Sorceress Supreme, why do you need my help?"
"Would you rather go back to being tortured?"