Imp and the Beast

Hell.
Just do your time, they said.
It will be easy, they said.
What's a hundred years, sentenced to a prison in Hell?
Well, I can tell you, for an Imp like me, it was a pretty long time.
Because like most Imps, we were a mischievous sort and that tended to annoy people, say people like the prison guards. Which meant that my time in Hell had just gotten a lot more complicated. Because I was about to receive the type of punishment no living soul had ever come back from. Not a single one had ever survived.
I was about to become a snack for the most dangerous Beast in all of Hell. The only one that gave even the Devil nightmares.
Only I would soon find…
He didn’t intend to eat me at all.
No, instead he decided…

He was keeping me.