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"You again?! Why can't you just stay alive?"
Peter gets up off his knees. He takes his time nonchalantly brushing the ash from his trousers.
"Let me guess. You don't want me this time, either?" He asks, levelling a sly smirk in the direction of Satan himself.
The Lord of Hell shakes his head. With a snap of his fingers, he banishes the unwanted guest.
"Again?" Chris sighs, when Peter shows up on his doorstep the next day. "Why can't you just stay dead?"
Peter grins, pushing past Chris' attempt to keep him out.
"Hell won't take me, I'm afraid."