The deal:

My quest was simple. Find a way to hell, talk to the devil, and have him give me more time to live. Getting to hell was Fairly easy. I just had to find a witch that was willing to open a gateway for me. Her payment was a bit frivolous though. Finding dead man's toes and a tongue of the damned makes for an entirely different story.
So, here I am. In hell. Wandering around aimlessly. It's not what you think. There are not souls screaming, or tourture racks strewn about. No blood or horrific unfathomable sights to be seen. In fact, I have not seen one single beautiful flame, and it's a shame because I have a pocket full of marshmallows I wanted to roast. No. Hell, was quite bland and cold. It felt like an abandoned cave. My footsteps echoed and I could hear random drips every now and then. I was starting to wonder if I had even made it into hell.
"Hellllooooooo?!"
I took my hands and cupped them over my mouth and shouted. My echo was booming. So much so I stumbled a bit and ducked. I smiled though. I liked the sound as it got further and further away.
"AWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I took a firm stance and howeld like a wolf. At this point I was being absolutely stupid, but the cave had made me feel rather heavy inside and this was making me feel light again. The echo went on for a long while, and...