Letter 3

Dear Danforth,
How have you been? Miserable, I assume. The witch trials are over, and now you have no means by which to acquire cash. The devil, well, he lurks in your shadow. How do they treat you down on earth? They know it were all a sick joke of some sort, so they must think little of you. Up here, it is much the same. My fellow angels and I cringe and cower whenever your name is heard. God created us for love, but you were empty of that emotion within your heart.
Come to think of it, how did you get involved in these trials in the first place? Were judges needed and you yourself needed the money? Maybe you had a rival you wanted to rid yourself of, and saw these trials as the perfect time to do so. Whatever the case, you have made the wrong choice. Unless you were not given a choice, yet you knew that what you were doing was wrong. On that note, why did you do it? You assailed hundreds to their death for so called crimes, when all they were doing was living life. I cannot think of anything that so emulates the work of the devil.

Whatever the case, you have no chance of making up here in heaven. God has confirmed this. If you want to find yourself up here, you will have to replace what was lost. I see you have taken to this, granting rewards to the afflicted families. You mean well, yet, God does not see it as enough. We are to serve God, not mammon. When lost, money may be replaced, but lives may not be. You have damned many a life, and when yours is over, you shall receive the likewise treatment. It is only ethical. In Hammurabi’s code of law, a primitive code that outlined the bases of all other codes and God’s law, your fate rests, as it says “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and a life for a life.” As it seems, there is only one way to go. Those who reach heaven, live forever. Yet, from the moment you die, the maggots will feast off of your dead body and soul. With that, I leave you. Enjoy these last few years of your life, as God’s goodness will leave you afterwards.
Your victim,
John Proctor