Ad infernam

He is hell incarnate, wrath personified. Running won’t save you, hiding will anger it. The crimson blood covers the halls, the skin stretches thinner and thinner. Thinking you were above punishment was foolish, but that doesn’t make you special. This is a world of fools, and you are just one of them.

But you are special, for a completely different reason. Your soul is rotten, your heart is gone. The flesh that composes you was already spoiled long before you came here, to hell. You were fated to come here since you were born. You are an ignorant, but even worse of all you are stupid. Nothing could have saved you nor changed you.

You were born with the filthiest of souls, and you died with a filthier one. Nothing was past you, no act was too cruel. Yet you still thought you were right all along, you think that all the gods here this very day to judge your soul are in the wrong. If you truly believe in what you preach you will be condemned to suffer through the hell you made others go.

You saw the harm you were causing, and still you went through. Your deserved punishment is beyond anything we can offer. But we’ll do our best either way’.