I used to have a promising job as notary, a wife bethroed long ago. I used to own patrimony of the like of the stewards of Croesus.

It's all gone.

I'm in Hell, waiting for my sins on Earth to be cleansed by snakes biting me all over and the occasional painful visit of Alexander the Daemon piercing me like some kind of canapè. But, after all, I somewhat deserved it, considered what I've done in the past few days preceding my death, which I had passed inside the body of a cartoon colt chracter named Rumble.

This is the tale of how I, Vincenzo Siterio, went from my normal life, to death and fleeting and extremely painful punishment.

"Teen" right now, "Mature" later. Also, sex for sexual references and a twist.