If only he'd be given a second chance, Bills wished, if only he'd be given a second shot at life, he would chase his dreams by fire by force. Even if it means defying a certain terrifying dark lord.
He vowed, accepting his fate.
Closing his eyes, he waited for the impact as he is either yanked back into the devil's mouth or slammed into the iron bars. Either of them would render him into shredded meat, sending him back to the pits of hell.
He quite deserved that, after all it was his fault for lack of proper planning. He should have considered this happening and planned ahead. But as they say, it's too late to cry when the head is cut off.
He wait, wait, and wait. But the pain never made it's debut, instead, a loud crash came just above his head along with a painful howl of the beast.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!