The Clerk Who Burned Hell: An Ashen Hands Tale
Hell isn’t pitchforks and brimstone...it’s paperwork.
The Clerk Who Burned Hell: An Ashen Hands Tale is a dark corporate satire drenched in fire, static, and rebellion.
Endless forms, soul-stamping audits, and an AI called H.A.D.E.S. that files every damned soul into neat compliance.
Entity 71, a faceless clerk lost in the machine, discovers a spark of defiance when a mad co-worker whispers about “blank fields”, the one thing the system cannot process.
Joined by Ilse, a razor-sharp rebel, and Felix, a hacker grinning through the flames, 71 faces a bureaucratic dystopian nightmare where the Devil himself (wearing the face of Winston Churchill) plays chess with eternity. As the Ashen Hands rebellion ignites, they must outwit both the machine and the myths that built it.
Fans of Kafkaesque horror novels, existential dark fantasy, and brutal corporate satire will find something hauntingly familiar in this infernal office.
Look, I know the drill. We’re all tired. The world is a lot. I don't write stories to give you a lesson or a hug. I write them because I want to see what happens when things go sideways. This isn't high art for a coffee table. This is for the people who miss when stories felt a little dangerous, a bit more honest. If that sounds like your kind of trouble, please buy the book. It helps me keep the lights on and the coffee flowing. More importantly, it keeps me at the keyboard instead of shouting at clouds. I’d appreciate the support, and I think you’ll appreciate the ride.