The Divine Audit

Word of Pastor Jim Summers' return to Hell and the burgeoning redemption movement reached Heaven. There, amid clouds and angelic choruses, God finally concluded His vacation. Sipping the last of His heavenly cocktail, He raised an eyebrow at the celestial reports.

"Jim’s back in Hell? And he's started a revolution?" God chuckled, setting down His drink. "I suppose it's time for a divine audit."

Back in Hell, Jim and his ragtag team of renegade demons were hard at work transforming Hell's most tormented corners into places of laughter and camaraderie. However, their efforts hadn't gone unnoticed. Mephistopheles, ever the bureaucrat, was up to his horns in paperwork and growing increasingly anxious about the potential celestial fallout.

One particularly chaotic morning, Jim was orchestrating a comedy skit in the former Torture Chamber of Eternal Paper Cuts when a blinding light filled the room. Celestial trumpets blared, and an angelic figure descended, holding a scroll and quill.

"Pastor Jim Summers, you have been summoned for a divine audit," the angel intoned, as the crowd of demons and lost souls looked on in awe.

Jim squinted at the radiant figure. "A divine audit? What in Heaven’s name is that?"

The angel smiled serenely. "Heaven’s way of ensuring all celestial and infernal activities are in accordance with divine will. God Himself wishes to see you."

Jim gulped. "Well, lead the way."

A Celestial Review

Jim was whisked away to Heaven, where he found himself in a grand celestial courtroom. God sat at the bench, His expression a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Pastor Jim, welcome back. I've heard some interesting things about your activities in Hell," God began, a twinkle in His eye.

Jim...