A Cup of Tea at the Mouth of Hell (Or an Account of Catastrophe by Stoudemire McCloud Demon)

<h4>BRIEFLY A WORD ABOUT ORDER</h4><p><br></p><p>Order is the focal point around which existence revolves. Without order there is only chaos. And in the halls of Damnation (pronounced Dam-NAWT-ion thank you kindly) the first sign of impending chaos is a cup of tea made without the water having first been well and properly boiled in a kettle.</p><p><br></p><p><em>Why is this relevant O nameless narrator?</em> you ask. <em>Who cares about the preparatory order of tea in the fires of Hell?</em></p><p><br></p><p>Lucifer dear reader. After all how does one expect to properly greet the newcomers to Hell without having first had a hot cup of tea to bulwark the cold?</p><p>Behold The Morning Star frantic on the annual Morning of Souls the arrival of Damnation's newest recruits.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>Someone has misplaced the kettle.</strong></p>