Tag, You're It
by Melissa Mead
The old devil slouched against a grayish pile of unshaped matter on the storage platform. He suspected his masters down in the Pit and the governors of the paradise beyond the skylight overhead would be equally enraged to find him in this neutral space, but the thought of their wrath failed to spark much excitement in him. Lately, even witnessing the most exquisite torments of the Inferno only roused a vague restlessness.
Apparently he wasn’t the only one feeling out of place. Something else rose out of the mist below the skylight. A lost soul, indistinct, almost translucent. The soul turned and smiled at the old devil.
“Let’s play Hide-and-Tag,” it said. It pointed over the edge of the storage platform at the blue-green dot of the Earth below. “You go down there and hide, and I’ll find you.”
It stood there beaming at the old devil until he shrugged and stepped off the platform.