I died, jumped off a bridge, fell into hell towards suicide, being bitten and pricked by demons chewing on my flesh in the fire, cutting myself into several pieces

The devil on my back saying the sins of my alternative life

I faced him, attacked him, threatened him. After all, he's tied with chains to the bottom of hell, to the bottom of everything and not really about me. I would punch him. I am on the side of the creator, not the father of lies. I was almost dragged by the demons the last time, but my father helped me

He's scared now. I scared him. I woke up, looked at the ceiling in my room, at my house, at my things. The demon is still talking to me. Why?

I closed my eyes again, "Ah, of my sins you are now beginning to speak". Skirt!

Now the devil is gone