"Forensic science! Fascinating subject! I tried to read up on it whenever I could! Always a good thing to know the weapons your opponent has at their disposal, eh?"
He shook his head.
"But I digress. No matter how dedicated you might be to your craft, you'll eventually have to retire if only because your body will age and decay to a point where you can't keep performing your duties. And if what I've seen from you so far is a good indicator, your retirement will be celebrated for your contributions and mourned for the loss of an expert in the field!
"But in Hell? Sinners don't age. I've been frozen in my thirties for decades. We can't produce offspring -- rather fortunate given Hell already is far too overcrowded -- and we can't die unless some form of Angelic weaponry is used. Outside of the annual Cleanse (a day when the Exorcists come down to slaughter as many demons as they can in twenty-four hours to thin the population) those sorts of weapons are rare. Someone could shoot you in the head with a normal bullet, and you'll regenerate over the next few days. Painful process, too. It's like dying in reverse. Then it's back to the daily grind and your punishments. Every day. For the rest of eternity."
He paused and shrugged.
"Or until you've decided you've had enough and would prefer erasure and the void over one more day in such a tortured false life. You'll find plenty of Sinners who will deliberately abandon any safe haven they might've found during the Cleanse in hopes of falling to one of the Exorcists. Some last longer than others."
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He shook his head.
"But I digress. No matter how dedicated you might be to your craft, you'll eventually have to retire if only because your body will age and decay to a point where you can't keep performing your duties. And if what I've seen from you so far is a good indicator, your retirement will be celebrated for your contributions and mourned for the loss of an expert in the field!
"But in Hell? Sinners don't age. I've been frozen in my thirties for decades. We can't produce offspring -- rather fortunate given Hell already is far too overcrowded -- and we can't die unless some form of Angelic weaponry is used. Outside of the annual Cleanse (a day when the Exorcists come down to slaughter as many demons as they can in twenty-four hours to thin the population) those sorts of weapons are rare. Someone could shoot you in the head with a normal bullet, and you'll regenerate over the next few days. Painful process, too. It's like dying in reverse. Then it's back to the daily grind and your punishments. Every day. For the rest of eternity."
He paused and shrugged.
"Or until you've decided you've had enough and would prefer erasure and the void over one more day in such a tortured false life. You'll find plenty of Sinners who will deliberately abandon any safe haven they might've found during the Cleanse in hopes of falling to one of the Exorcists. Some last longer than others."