Dante was a naïve reticent man; he tried to paint a picture of me. Portraying me as a red- horned monster. But the truth is I can be much more. See those levels of hell, aren’t really separated. The game that is meticulously played in my hands. And the prize is me. Forget all you have learned about me, because you will learn all the truth now. I like my job since my sole purpose is to cause pain. See with every crime and sin, pain is the result and I live off it. Because once the pain is caused that’s when I lure my prey out and juggle them in my fingertips. Slowly letting them dance in misery, my own personal puppets. That’s when the game begins. A line of sinners stretch for miles all ready for a big race.
“Three…two…one!”
They all charge into level one. Swimming across Acheron, met by the pathetic faces of their victims. Drowned in their own sorrows and guilt for an eternity. See that’s where Dante was wrong in all my levels, I have a special punishment for all my new victims. Some are like me, devious, discernable, fallacious and oblivious, ignoring their conscious. Striding forward. While the weaklings are entangled in their faith. The rest stride on to level two. They all enter a deserted land, nothing but sand. There all are met by pleasures they desired so much when they were alive. Some ignore it wishing for the best prize, continuing past the endless pit. The ones that do stay however are met by a swarm of insects. They slowly eat away at their flesh, creating a pool of everyone’s blood. You would think they would automatically die, but I am a eccentric person and just enjoy causing pain. They lie in eternity, just a skeleton awake as they lie forever in their own blood. Slowly dying as the swarm consumes their heart. Level three approaches; this is when I get creative. My pets guard a stack of luscious food, and after entering hell. Food is a complacent thing. The only thing they have to do is pass my pet. But don’t be deceived he’s not cute and cuddly. He has three heads; his teeth reach past his chin. Their all canine teeth by the way, his claws are machete’s slicing through anything. No one ever passes them, alive. Level four, the lucky ones make it this far. Greed is the name and most of these souls ask for it. The very greed they crave is the source of their death. Riches are usually the objective. They are chained to the walls, fed by my slaves the greed they crave. From money to appliances. Once my slaves get bored, I let them have the zeal of personally removing their lungs, from their body. Level five, a personal favorite there met by Styx. A river that greets them with the hateful life they lived. There is nothing normal about this river since it’s made of sharp teeth that chew threw your body like a piranha. Some see the bridge and the survivors’ trolley on down to level six. They all enter my city, immediately wishing to leave, there met by iron walls. Celled in being pushed against the gates that reach them inch by inch. Spears slicing open their skin and tearing out their organs. Can you believe that some made it to level seven? Well believe it, there persistent. They all hang from trees, while showered with acid over them. And when the rain is over they lie as decorations on my scenery. Some find an alternative and reach level eight. But all they meet are my demons with the cleverest torture devices. Some are torn one limb at a time while others suffer slowly at the wrath of my demons, diligently whipping them into place. Now the last level, level nine. Where the prize lies. The survivors rush to a black hole but what they don’t realize is the black hole is my mouth. They enter my shard abstract glass teeth. As I feast on them for an eternity. So now you know the truth about what I do. Of course it’s not easy since I’m only five.
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