Once upon a time before there was molten lava and fire in the hell, everything was rock. And there were mountains of rock. There was no water.
On this particular day, it was raining. It wasn't raining water, but raining little flecks of iron. The children liked to go outside in the iron to play and throw rocks at each other. It was great fun. On this day, one of the demon princes was passing by in his carriage. One of the rocks went straight through the paper carriage and hit him on his cheek.
"Ah! My beauty! Stop the carriage!" He left the carriage in a huff into the rain.
"Look at what you children have done to my beauty! I have an important meeting today, now my face is swollen!" The children laughed at him and continued playing.
"You wretches! I curse you with 1000 hours of torture and pain!" The children laughed some more and continued playing in the rocks. He went back to the carriage really upset.
"I'm really upset." He said to himself. "Look at my face." He looked in the mirror. His right cheek was definitely swollen. He sighed.
"Wretches."
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