This might be considered a strange post by some.

I’ve written 6 screenplays so far and this Blog article is about one of them.

I’ve always been frustrated with the criminal justice system. Sometimes you see a murderer only get 7 or so years and other times they get a life sentence.

Sometimes you see rapists walking the streets not many years removed from their crimes.

I’ve always had a strong sense of justice.  And I’ve always wondered what happens in Heaven and Hell.

You have to know that there are millions upon millions of people that get away with their crimes and live out their days here on Earth without every paying any sort of debt to society.

I wonder what happens to them when they die.

You hear of the evils of Hell and are told to be a good person since you were young or you would be sent to Hell for eternity.

One day, I began to feel particularly upset with criminals not serving time for their crimes, so I began to imagine. Sometimes my “Imagine Time” goes awry.

I began to fantasize about being the one who would mete out justice to those criminals while they were in Hell.  Nothing would please me more than to be the one they meet when they arrive in Hell.

I’ve been robbed from and had many valuable things stolen from me in my life and when this happens, I always console myself by saying that I’ll see them again in the afterlife and get my revenge.  I hate thieves.

Anyway, as I was daydreaming one day, I began to think of what it would be like to be Number 2 in charge of Hell under Satan.  When I daydream, I usually find myself very entertained.  And this daydream was no different.

I imagined that Hell would have the best Strip Joint ever. You’d have all of these wayward hot chicks working for the Devil’s pleasure and could have anything to eat or drink that a man could desire.

I thought up a great place to have a Happy Hour in Hell – next to the Lava Pit.  I dreamed up this great bar near the Lava Pit that had great music, awesome ambiance and fun people.

These people would be other apprentices for Satan, who worked on getting people sent to Hell on a daily basis.  The Strip Club and the Lava Pit would be where they would party and blow off steam from their day to day jobs.

Being Number 2 in Hell, I imagined myself wearing the best of suits and looking very sharp, just like Lucifer.  I would have the best of leisure lives when I wasn’t working.  And when I was working, I’d be determining the fate of criminals and Ne’er do wells.

I even did some research on some of the methods of torture used here on Earth that I could commit these criminals to. Trust me when I say this, there are some pretty gruesome tortures invented by man over time.

I toyed around with this daydream for awhile until one day I had had enough of criminals and thugs getting over on society.  I decided to write out my frustrations in a screenplay.

I had wanted to call my script “The Devil’s Apprentice”, but that name was already in use, so I decided to go with “Satan takes an Apprentice”.  I wrote my script and got it registered with the Writers’ Guild of America.

Out of the 6 scripts I’ve written, I think I like this one the best.

It tells the story of a mob hit man who is condemned to Hell, where he is offered a job as Satan’s apprentice.

The story goes on to detail what really happens in Hell.  I go into great detail about the tortures people must endure and it gets pretty horrendous.

The lead character, Daniel, is a bit reluctant at first, but he would rather do this job than be thrown into the Lake of Fire.

I named him Daniel because later on in the story, there’s a metaphor about Daniel in the Lion’s Den.  It comes off nicely, I think.

Daniel meets Savannah while she is working at one of the strip clubs in Hell.

Many don’t know this but suicide is a mortal sin and you’re supposed to go to Hell for it.

That’s how I justify all of these hot chicks working in the strip club in Hell.  Savannah got high on drugs and committed suicide.  That’s how she ended up in Hell.

She and Daniel hit it off and spend time together when Daniel is not training for his job.

There are several scenes that I include in the script that show them partying in the strip club.  They drink lots, do Ecstasy and Cocaine.  For some, Hell can be the party of your life.

I include a scene where they have drinks at the Lava Pit I had imagined.  It’s a cool scene and I enjoyed writing it.  I reread it sometimes for pleasure.

During the story, I refer to the Lake of Fire several times but never show it.

In the climax of the story, I have Daniel and Lucifer having a confrontation by the side of the Lake.  I describe the Lake of Fire as one of the grossest scenes you’ll never what to see, much less experience.  It is a good locale for the climax since I alluded to it several times and I think everyone has heard of the Lake of Fire.  Some are probably curious as to what it looks like.  I don’t disappoint with this scene.

I can’t tell you what happens to Daniel and Savannah in the end, but I’m sure people will walk away with a good feeling. There’s also an “Oh Shit” moment at the very end of the screenplay.  Lucifer is very crafty and clever, after all.

Some days I still wonder what it would be like to be Number 2 in Hell and when I’m feeling especially upset with the thugs in our lives, I still fantasize about making it into Heaven so I can request to be sent to Hell to mete out justice to the sinners.

I guess I’m so pissed at thugs and criminals that I think I could do a better job at making them suffer than Lucifer himself… or at least give ole’ Red Horns a vacation, lol.

I entered this script in some screenplay contests but didn’t do well enough to speak of.  One day when I have more time to dedicate to my script writing, I’ll try to get an agent in Hollywood and try to get this film on the big screen.  It’s a story that needs to be told.

So if you ever hear of a movie called “Satan takes an Apprentice”, remember you heard it here first.

Also, our motto in Hell is “Speed on brother.  Hell ain’t even half way full”.

Spider Michaels

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