"Mom, dad, you can't just let an alien live in our house." I complained. "What if he tries to eat us?"

"We don't need to be afraid of the aliens. They are quite friendly. I've met many of them myself. Sometimes they need help adjusting to a new culture, but once you get to know them you'll enjoy it" dad said.

"We'll see about that" I replied.

Out new alien walked into the house with my older brother.

"Everyone welcome our new alien friend." He said.

Mom and dad tried talking to him, but the alien didn't answer. I figured he hadn't learned English yet. The alien went straight for the pencils and started snacking on them. "Those aren't edible!" I yelled while grabbing the pencils. "I thought aliens were smart, but this one thinks pencils are food!"

Over the next few days the alien would occasionally learn new words. Sometimes he made sense and sometimes he didn't. He would often get into trouble. It was like having a toddler around.

After a few weeks he was speaking English with perfect grammar. I often found my homework completed with everything correct. We also talked about our favorite shows and movies. We talked about sports and video games.

Mom and Dad were right. Aliens are wonderful creatures once you get to know them.

"Don't you see it? He's no hero. He's letting the dragon destroy our town while he collects power gems. He already has the necessary weapons to slay it. Why doesn't he?" I said.

"He needs power gems so he can get the purple sword of lightning." the villager replied.

"I don't care about some purple sword. A dragon is destroying this place and this "hero" if you can even call him that, is doing nothing about it!"

"Have you seen the purple sword of lightning? It's the coolest thing ever! He has to get it!"

"Some days I wish the dragon would come put me out of my misery. You guys are hopeless."

Tristen was a humble man who always helped the poor. He was quite wealthy and successful. He never tried to make himself famous, but people still noticed him.

Felix was also very wealthy, but for very different reasons. He knew how to lie, cheat and manipulate to get his way.

The two of them ended up as roommates in the hospital laying next to each other. Both nearing the end of their lives.

"I'm going to send you to hell and I'm going to heaven, Tristen. Mark my words." said Felix.

"You actually think you can manipulate God?" Tristen asked.

"I don't think I can. I know I can." Felix replied.

The next day they both died. Felix stood before Jesus first to be judged.

"I demand to go to heaven. I am more righteous than you. I didn't order the genocide of entire nations in the book of Joshua. I didn't give birth defects to children that make them suffer. You have caused much more suffering than I have. I deserve to be in your place. As for Tristen. Send him to Hell. He's been a devout follower of yours meaning he supports all that evil you've done" Felix argued.

"I see your point" Jesus replied. I will let you into heaven and send Tristen to hell just as you requested.

Tristen's mind was blown. How could he? Did Felix actually manipulate God himself? Tristen knew he had done good and trusted that God knew what henwas doing.

Jesus took Tristen to the side and explained the assignment to him. "You will be assigned to a family from Noth Korea. They were sent to hell because of a technicality. They never accepted me as their Savior because they've never heard of me. They still have a chance. Your assignment is to teach them so they can move to heaven". Jesus explained.

"I guess hell isn't so bad after all when you put it that way." Tristen replied.

Meanwhile Felix was as miserable as ever. Everyone in heaven saw right through his lies. He couldn't deceive anyone. None of his friends were there. It all just felt like he didn't belong. He knew he was an outcast. He begged and begged to be sent to hell because that's where he knew he belonged. Heaven was worse torture than he ever imagined hell was.