Ok, @owasco, here is my continuation...

And they say Hell is a place where people are fried or boiled. Ahahahahah… hm… silly. How could a soul – a purely energetic structure, be placed in a kettle or a frying pan, let along experience physical pain? No Hell is something else. Hell is a consciousness dumped in the middle of the cold and dark outer space and left just hang there, without a possibility of a movement, or warmth of communication, or grace of understanding and acceptance; with the realization that it’s going to be like this forever. Nothing can be done, you can’t even go bananas, can’t get unconscious. No, Hell is no place for oxymora. There are no mechanisms to administer this, there is no brain, no neurons, nothing!

Only one annoying and repulsive thought prevails in your entire consciousness, the thought about her and about her ugly secret. She is the one who took from you your energy, your youth, your very life. Figuratively? Not at all. Quite literally. You don’t know how exactly she does it, but she did do it for you. She’s got some magic or a device to steal people’s time. Not just the cheap physical time, not when they sit for five hours in the airplane bored or sleeping, but the expensive psychological time; those rare moments when a person really lives, those that a person remembers perhaps all his life; the moments of kindness, creativity, excitement, accomplishment, victory, passion, love. She snatched it from me, as well as I am sure from other people, and while in purgatory, I had nothing to show for myself, nothing significant, nothing good. She robbed me of those moments. I don’t even want to mention her name, I only her nickname - the Countess.

Yeah, eternity, monotonous eternity. Except for the rare moments of instability in the dark side of the universe, when the Master of the gloom reassesses the incarcerated souls and offers them another life in a body. Surely, he can only offer those bodies that are in his disposal – the bodies of ugly monsters: vampires, werewolves, white walkers and other no-life creatures. All the same. Gladly I will take any organic vessel, no matter how nasty it many looks, as long as it could take me from the point A to point B.
As long as it will allow me to get to the Countess and tear her heart out!

Oh, this one is just perfect. Looks like half wolf half pig. It looks slow and not very maneuverable. But it has huge canines, well-developed jaw muscles that can produce at least 500 pounds of torque, sharp claws. With this body, I can easily tear the Countess to shreds. Only I need a huge voltage and amperage to become its owner. How one says it “to breathe my soul into it.” Will have to wait for a big storm and place the body of the beast where it will be stricken by lightning.

Ah, the storm. Here I come!