In the Christian religion, heaven and hell have always been, fundamentally, different places. Heaven, as described in the bible, is a place of living in the afterlife. The domain in which God resides with the angels that work along with him to help guide the righteous to heaven's gates. Hell, however, is the resting place of the devil and his evil followers called demons. This domain houses those of sinful nature, and any who passed that were truly evil in spirit.
    Do such places actually exist in the real world? If they do, how are we supposed to know that they exist? Well, I, Zoilo, writer of fiction and non-fiction alike, speak from that afterlife in heaven. To any and all that read this:  I hope you found my report on Christian religion informational.

    Zoilo sighed and leaned back in his office chair with a satisfying phwump as the cushioning took his weight. As the base of the chair tilted back along with him, the chair creaked softly; the sign of an overused but broken-in chair. Reaching up to his forehead, the Furret wiped some sweat from his brow after thinking so hard while writing his news article. Between writing his news articles, writing his fictional stories, and playing video games, it was a wonder how he was still awake.
    Nonetheless, Zoilo leaned forward once more in his chair; bringing the seat into an upright position again as he rested his elbows on the desk. He brought his body forwards, intertwined his paw digits together, and placed his mouth on top of his paws. Deep in thought, he wondered what others would think about this report of his although he wasn’t too worried. The reach of his publications reached a large amount of Pokémon throughout the world, so there was no doubt most of them will like what he wrote. 
    For a few heartbeats, Zoilo took some deep breaths and closed his eyes. The momentary silence and absence of sensory data was calming to him for those brief seconds. After about five or so seconds he opened his eyes again and yawned softly. "It's about time I head to church. I got nothing else to do until the service, and it takes me about an hour to walk there anyway.”
    Without saying anything more, Zoilo scooted his hind end off the chair and caught himself with his feet. The office seat rolled off to the right as he moved off to the left to the nearby coffee table. Resting atop it was a hat and a backpack that held a few of his belongings inside like his wallet. Zoilo grabbed the bill of the flat-billed Eevee brand hat labeled ‘Fox' with the empty head of an Eevee on it. He inspected it for a few moments before slipping it on with his ears gliding through the cut-out holes and tossing the backpack on over his shoulders. 
    He quickly moved to the door, though it was more of a speed walk than anything. Just a twist of the handle and a pull of the door later and Zoilo was standing outside his front door and walking down the street. Even though the church building was a half hour walk away, it was straight down the road into the commercial district of town. Though commercial wouldn't be quite the right label as the town itself was relatively small in population. Only about a thousand or so Pokémon regularly lived within its borders.
    Step after step; block after block and thirty minutes ran down the clock like nothing. Zoilo walked up to the front doors of the large old church; its massive wooden doors open and greeting the public with open arms. The Furret funneled in through the threshold with a small group of others that were also walking through it. The church’s interior wasn’t the fanciest in the world, but it also wasn’t just vaulted ceilings made of stone.
    Small intricate designs were carved into the ceiling and pillars which added that nice decorative touch. While also staying true to a lot of older church buildings by using stained glass for their windows all around the central room. At the far end, behind the podium where the pastor would speak, was a cross bolted into the wall it was hanging from. Running along the floor from the front entrance to the back of the room was a long red carpet, with about twenty rows of pews lining both sides of the rug.
    Being a secluded person, Zoilo took a seat in a pew somewhere near the middle on the right side. He would always take the same spot every Sunday afternoon, and grab the same Bible from the book holder on the back of the pew in front of him. Setting the backpack off to the side Zoilo then had the opportunity to sit down on the bench and take a load off. 
    Whenever Zoilo sat down to pray on Sundays, he always felt more relaxed, but also always felt weird. It wasn't something he could explain easily in words, but it almost felt like he was disconnected from God. He hoped today he might feel closer to him and feel at peace once more like he had in his early days.
    The service was pretty standard, praying and speaking verses from the pages of the bible. Zoilo usually did end up going to the shorter sessions just because he didn't like going to church that much, but he'd done it so many times with family that it was a part of his weekly routine. Towards the end of the service, there was a choir singing, and the father led everyone in a final prayer. 
    As all the other people stood up and left their seats in favor of leaving, Zoilo opted to stay where he was. During the service, he once again felt nothing, and he started to wonder whether it was because of him or not. "What am I doing wrong?" Zoilo asked himself while staring down at the bible in his hands. Its black hardcover and golden-edged pages shining light from the windows up at his face. "I know suicide is a sin, but I thought I atoned for that a few years ago." 
    With the bible still in his hands, he brought the front cover up to his head and pressed it to his forehead. He tapped his head a few times softly with the book as he blamed himself for his disconnection from God. "I guess there's nothing I can do about it right now,' Zoilo mumbled to himself as he stood up from the pew. Walking along the wall to his right he saw an Umbreon walk by wearing a nun head cloth and tilted his head to the side. He could've sworn that he recognized her somewhere, but before Zoilo could move to ask her, she walked into another door and closed it behind herself. 
    There was an awkward moment of silence as he stood there and stared at the door the father walked up to him. He recognized the man as the Flareon who has been the father of the church for a great many years. “Father Mathias,” Zoilo greeted and politely dipped his head to him. “Thank you for leading the session once again. It was as inspiring as always.”
    “I’m glad that you enjoyed it, Zoilo,” Mathias said with a similar head nod. “Did you need something with Elise though?”
    "Elise?" Zoilo asked slowly as he looked back at the door. "Was that her name? No, I didn't need anything from her. It's just, I thought I'd seen her before, but I know I haven't." 
    “Maybe you’ve seen her in town somewhere before? Our nuns aren’t kept in the church under lock and key like slaves of time’s past,” the Father told him. “They will occasionally head out into town to get food and supplies for both the church and the poor.”
    “I guess I could’ve seen her in town I suppose. Thank you, Father Mathias,” He dipped his head, smiling at Mathias as he put his backpack on along with his hat. “Have a good evening.”
    "You as well, child of God." Mathias stood on his hind legs and placed his paws together in the praying position and smiled while nodding warmly at Zoilo. That alone gave the Furret more hope for the future, and he walked down the red carpet towards the door. As he left, the two doors shut behind him automatically with a hefty slam. 
    It was just after one, and he had nothing better to do than go home and just do nothing. Maybe he could get himself ready for the next chapter in his book that he was set to write. It was due by the fifteenth which was in about ten days. Though as he walked down the street towards home, he saw something strange. Something that wasn't usually there whenever he walked this street. 
    Lying on the ground, on the corner of two streets, and just sitting in the grass that lined the sidewalk. An old, tattered, leather-bound book sat next to the picket fence that marked the border of somebody's house. It looked like it has seen its fair share of wear and tear as it seemed almost ancient. Zoilo walked up to it and carefully picked it up off the ground.
    The instant he grabbed it he felt his entire equilibrium shift off balance and for a few moments he felt vertigo. Though only two seconds later did his body fix its equilibrium, and he was back to standing up straight. "What in the world was that?" Zoilo wondered aloud as he brought the book up to his face and inspected it thoroughly. Both the front and back covers were made up entirely of leather that was beaten, scuffed, and torn in a few places. On the inside was roughly about a hundred pages or so filled with the words that pertained to the book. Though undeniably the most intriguing about it was the golden laced name that was stitched into the spine and front cover of the book ‘Salvation.'
    Based off his intuition and the name of the book he assumed it to be some sort of non-fiction or fiction story. With the story not having many paged he believed that it was a solo copy or maybe it was meant for teenagers. He opened the front cover to see a short sentence written onto the front of it as if it were a hand-written note to the reader. “How many of these bricks were created by my mind?” The question hung in his mind like hunger clawing at a Snorlax. Then, as he pondered on the question, it happened again but much more powerfully.
    His equilibrium shifted far to the left, and Zoilo had to quickly sidestep just too keep himself from falling on his side. He silently cursed to himself as he struggled to stand in an upright stance. The book lay on the ground to his right with the cover once more closed. Zoilo debated leaving it there, but instead of letting someone else take it he opted to hold onto it instead. To say he was intrigued by the book was an understatement as now he felt like he had to read it.
    Zoilo walked back over to the book and quickly stuffed it into his backpack for later. The momentary lapses in balance drained him of his energy; making him only think of sleep now. Tomorrow he would for sure read that story but probably when he went out for lunch instead of at home. One thing he hated more than being at his house was reading without any background noise.
    Time seemed to soar for Zoilo; much faster than it normally felt like it did. Maybe it was the anticipation that was driving him to think that time was moving more quickly? Whatever the case was, he was approaching the diner he frequented at lunch on weekdays. The old stone building withstood the test of time and had been standing for far longer than the church. Now that he thought of it, the town itself was quite old from the looks of it. 
    It was weird to think about it, but he didn't see anyone on the streets on his way to the diner. He usually would see Joe the maintenance man working on renovating some of the old shops on the road but even he was gone. Zoilo brushed it off as not important though and thought everyone just decided to stay in that day.  
    The hinges creaked as Zoilo pushed the door in. Its sound was quickly dulled out by the minor chatting from the customers in the diner along with the staff. He went and sat down at his usual booth with the coffee stain on the seat that never came off. Normalcy was Zoilo’s only solace when it came to his daily routine. However, his routine was far from normal since the book came into his life. Things started to change such as people he met, or the absence thereof. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but once more he pushed it to the side of his mind. 
    The regular waitress walked up to his table and greeted him. Did she really welcome him though? Zoilo seemed to almost imagine the voice in his mind as he looked up at the lady. Only when he finally saw her face did everything seem weird. He couldn’t tell what the Pokémon was in front of him, and beyond that, he wasn't even sure that she was a Pokémon. The figure in front of him was unknown as to her species, and her voice sounded almost made up by his own mind. “Yeah,” Zoilo began as he eyed her warily, “I’ll have my usual Salmon Filet meal.”
    Again, a voice that almost sounded made up spoke, but when he listened carefully, he realized that he heard their words in his mind and not his ears. The waitress gave something like a nod to Zoilo before leaving him alone. Nothing felt right to him, but still, he had to stay in the now, or his life might fall into shambles. It was alright to forget the faces of those you never really pay attention to occasionally, right?
    His attention was pulled to the book in his laptop bag. Ever since he found it things have been different for him and not necessarily in a good way. Zoilo reached into the backpack next to him and pulled out the leather-bound story. It felt odd to hold it in his hands, but at the same time, he felt a sense of mysticality from it. “What was so important about this book that it draws my attention at every moment?” The question would soon be answered as he opened the front cover once more.
    Like before, he read the author’s note on the first page ‘How many of these bricks were created by my mind?’ You Perhaps by the end of the book, Zoilo would have an answer to the question. 

    I could've been living there for a month, or a hundred years. But it didn't matter; within these walls, every day was the same. At least I wasn't atoning for my sins in that cell anymore. There were no more fires, no more plagues or people dying, and I felt my soul was clean. But that didn't stop me from remembering her. But let's not get carried away with my backstory. You're probably here to watch me break my sacred vows.
    "I thought I left the bucket here," I said to myself as I mopped the floors. I set it down against the wall and started to wander around the hallway when I noticed an open door. Most doors in this hallway remained closed since these were the sleeping quarters. "An open door? Why are you open?" I thought aloud to myself as I approached the door, and gently pushed it open with my head.
    Inside the room was quite a surprise that I was definitely not expecting. Sitting on the bed attached to the wall was a fellow nun, but an Espeon. She was quite beautiful with her perfect fur, dazzling head jewel, and inviting purple eyes. She wore a head cloth just like me, but also wore a necklace, some braided wire around her front legs, and nylon leggings on her hind legs. The entire sight was a bit overwhelming at first, but then just rather annoying when she started talking.
    “Hello there! Sorry for taking the bucket; it was a long walk.” She started off with, and I asked her “Who are you?” I have never seen this Espeon before now and was never told of a new Pokémon coming to work with us. “I’m new in the convent. You can call me Embers. The amount of detail you put into this place is amazing by the way.” It struck me as odd that she would say something like that. “I did not make this place. I’m Elise Winter.”
    With one of Embers’ hind legs crossed over the other as she sat on the bed, she leaned forward towards me. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Elise! I’m sure we’ll be good friends.” As if we would be friends though. This lady was completely different from me in every way! “You shouldn’t be dressed like that.” My comment was just as those of the convent shouldn’t be dressed as…sexual, as Embers was. “Oh, I thought I was being modest.”
    Right in front of me I watched as she started pulling off the wound-up cord from her arms. It wasn’t bound tightly or anything and I didn’t really care for that part. Then Embers started taking off her leggings; starting with her right leg and then her left leg. “You’re right, this stuff is just silly.” I acknowledged what she said with a small nod and blushed lightly when I watched her take those panties off.
    Embers leaned in closer; leaving her nose just a few inches from my own. “This place is so bleak, and everyone seems so dead. How could anyone love god with a heart they never use?” Embers backed herself up again into an upright sitting position. “Don’t you think the rules are too harsh here?” I shook my head at the silly question. Rules were made for a reason, and if you break those rules then that is your own fault. “No, they’re fine.”
    I turned face and walked back towards the door leading back into the hallway. “Sorry, I have things to do.” As I was just about to slip out through the threshold, I heard Embers behind me. “Don’t you need the bucket?” I stopped in my tracks and turned around to look at the water bucket next to Embers’ paws. “Right.” When I stood in front of the bucket and bent my head down and took the handle into my teeth to hold it.
    “Oh, and could you take these to the washing room please?” Embers asked of me and placed one of her wet stockings on top of my head. “And this, and this.” She placed her panties on top of my snout, and her other stocking on top of my shoulders. “You are so nice, Elise.” As I walked out of the door, I could hear Embers talking behind me. “I will help you later! Also, our rooms are so close, so just come here if you wanna break some rules!”
    The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I finished mopping the floors like I normally did every day, and once I was done, I went to my room. “What a peculiar day. At least all days come to an end.” I thought to myself as I laid in my bed to sleep. “But why did she act that way? Is everyone out there like that nowadays? Could be we hadn’t had new people here in ages. Everyone just leaves; I’m sure she will too.”
    As I went to sleep that night though, my dreams were filled with…her. I felt my head pressed against her chest and her purring filling my ears. I could feel her tongue press over the bridge of my snout and up the center of the ring on my forehead. I could hear her saying ‘Good girl’ as she held the lead to my collar while I licked inside of her vulva. It smelled so sweet and tasted so good that it almost seemed real.
    Then my vision was filled this those soft looking paws, and even softer looking paw pads. As they gently caressed my face and snout, I even took a few of her digits into my mouth and licked over them. They smelled so good, and then I felt my face shoved into water. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care because it was her own paw keeping me in the water bucket!
    Finally, she walked my dream and I was sucking on that cock. Oh, that wonderfully delicious purple cock of hers that tasted of heaven. Even as her tail wrapped around my neck the pleasure I felt wouldn’t cease. Thought despite not tasting her cum, Embers still allowed her to be cummed on. “Wait…She’s not supposed to have a penis. Is this a dream?”
    As I woke up the next morning, I found my body aroused from the dreams I experienced. “Ugh, am I really into all of that?” I asked myself as I opened my eyes and tried to sit up with my back against the wall. “At least I didn’t finish…But it would be SO EASY to do so.” I shook my head and scooted myself to the edge of my bed. “No. It’s time to be productive.” I told myself as I put my head cloth back on and headed off to do my daily chores.
    At some point in the day, I went over to the confessional. I needed to clear my head of what happened last night and hopefully cleanse my soul in the process. After heading into an open booth, I began to speak my mind to one of the fathers. “Before my time in the cell, and now this novice is making me have thoughts that I have to confess-” I was just getting to the point where I was to confess about my dirty dream when I heard a female voice suddenly from the other side of the partition. “Wait! Stop!”
    The partition jostled slightly as someone moved closer. Through the screen I could see a figure, pink in color, on the other side. “Uh, It’s me. I wanted to make a joke, but this got really serious way too fast.” I was flabbergasted that the same rookie I was going to talk about was the one I had been confessing to. “What?!” In my anger, and violation of privacy, I shouted through the grate at her. “And how did you fake that male voice?!” Her response was less than pleasing. “Maybe I’m a good actress.”
    In a fit, I stormed out of the confessional booth and into the main church hall. I heard the door beside me open, and out stepped Embers as she had expected. “This is enough. Next time I will have to report you.” I turned my head away and meant to leave. “I’m sorry! I didn’t-” When I started walking away from her, Embers just ran in front of me and stood there. “Wait, you’ve been in a cell? Story time?” She asked insistently, and I shook my head. “No.” But against she insisted once more. “Please?” I sighed, and because I had nothing better to do at the moment, I gave in. “Fine.”
    On my first day here, I met a girl named Clementine. She showed me around and explained to me all about this place. We quickly became best friends. She was smart, funny, and we did everything together. I don’t even remember why, but one night we shared her bed together, and we started to experiment with each other. It felt like years of thirst condensed into a few minutes of relief.
    I knew it was against the rules, and I did feel guilty. We learned how to satisfy each other’s needs to perfection. As time passed, I think we both fell in love, or at least I did. Eventually, I forgot about the guild. Somehow, she never felt it…I think. We kept trying new things, and we got used to it. I remember how we always found some excuse to sneak off somewhere, but I guess all good and bad things come to an end.”
    “Footsteps, I hear footsteps outside.” I told Clem as she held a candle stick in my vagina with her hind paw. She reached back and tried to block the door with something, but she seemed to have trouble. “Let me block the- shit- shit!” She cursed quietly but it was already too late. The door swung open and standing behind it was Flareon Father Mathias, and his closest disciple, Leafeon Lady Rita. “I knew it!”
    Father Mathias definitely looked displeased, but Lady Rita seemed delighted to catch us like this. “What has this institution become? How dare you ruin a sacred place like this!” He seemed to say a few other things about the church and all that, but I don’t remember it too well. Lady Rita came back after his spiel and handed him a whip. “Of the many paths to salvation, suffering is the one you’ll walk.” Clem stepped in front of me as he said that. “Elise, stay behind me.”
    “Did she fight for you?” Embers asked, a few tear drops running down her cheeks. “Oh, she did. But it only made things worse.” I told her.
    “Twelve years for each of you. Ten if you take re-education classes.” Mathias informed us as we sat in our prison cells. “I know it’s too much. Half of it is for punishment; the rest is to set an example.” After he said that he left us both. Even though I didn’t get hit at all with Father Mathias’s whip, I could still feel the pain through my connection with Clem who took all of the pain.
    It’s not like they were saints either, though. They were hypocrites. But even they got caught in the act. Father Mathias was expelled, and Lady Rita got only two years of jail because the intercourse was straight. I ended up getting re-educated, Clem didn’t. As my views began to change, our distance grew. Time passed at an incredibly slow rate until, you know, the day of the fire.
    In the eighth year of our sentence, somewhere, a candle fell in the wrong place. No one came for the prisoners. “Cover your head with something, Elise! Most deaths in fires are caused by smoke!” I could hear Clem’s voice from through the bars on the other side of the wall. I did immediately as I was told and covered my nose and mouth with the cloth of my head dress. As moments passed, I weakly called out for her, but I passed out moments later.
    I think her cell door fell, because I woke up again to the sight of her opening mine. She said a few things that didn’t make sense, and ran away, never to be seen again. Ever since, all my days have been the same foggy mess that I’ve lost track of time.
    “I like to think that she escaped and is living a happy life.” I said finally finishing my story. “Aw, you poor, broken soul. Can I just hug you?” Embers didn’t even give me a chance to object before I was pulled into a hug with her. “I’m sure she’s fine. It’s you that needs help.” I hung my head over her shoulder, but as I did, I noticed something odd. “She smells…like her…”
    Embers was quick to talk though and immediately pointed out something. “But there’s a little plot hole in your story. Did you notice?” She proposed the question which did strike me as odd. “If your sentence wasn’t over yet, why have you been free since then?” As if thunder crashed down behind me, I felt the realization hit me. “I hadn’t thought about it…But my story is true, I swear!” Embers didn’t dismiss me though. “I know, I believe you.”
    My mind started to reel as I thought back on it. “How come I never thought about something so obvious? Why DID they let me stay out?” The question hung in the air but went unanswered for the moment as another question blew apart what I thought of reality. “’They’? Have you actually SEEN anyone else since the fire?” Embers asked me. “Of course, I…erm…Have I?” It bugged the hell out of me. “I think something’s deeply wrong with my mind. I need to go to the dungeons to see what happened.”
    I traveled down to the dungeon, racing down the stairs as Embers followed me. “Please, you don’t need to check down there. How many times have we gone through this?” This was something I had to do though. “I need to understand what’s been going on.” Determined as I was, Embers wasn’t listening to me. “Stop. Oh, come on, I thought you liked following orders.”
    Embers raced ahead of me and stood in front of my path to the cells at the bottom of the stairs. “El, soon you will be free from this place, and from the tricks of your mind. You have to be patient.” I shook my head as Embers placed her paw on my head. “I need to see the cells.” Embers wouldn’t move though. “Nothing good will come from that. Now come on, let’s just go upstairs again. I’m here to help you. Trust me.” I don’t know what it was about her, but I listened. “Okay.”