In the vast reaches of hell lies a massive citadel.
This citadel is made of obsidian created by draining massive amounts of blood into pools of lava, which is then rapidly cooled until the obsidian is formed.
As you approach the doors, there are two men, skewered upon a pike, from ass to mouth.
As you enter the citadel there are many men, strung up in various torture devices, each more insidious than the last.
Screams fill the air, and there is a smell of blood permeating the room, but no decay.
Further inside is a pool of boiling blood, untainted by the souls that fill the room. Almost peaceful, as the bubbles reach the top, and pop in small splashes.
A small staircase lies past the pool, and at the top, a massive door, this door is made of the same obsidian as the outside, and resembles a large face, screaming in pain.
If you look into the eyes of the tortured, despite the cruel torture they are made to go through, you can see just a spark of pride.
Once you open the door, you will see a large red carpet. Alongside the carpet, unstained by even the smallest speck of dirt, lies men in cages, each screaming in what seems to be a particular note so as to create a harmony of screams, each tortured by a demon. The demon have black glistening skin as if made of the same obsidian as the citadel, two large horns, and piercing red eyes. If you look closely however, you can see pride, and oddly enough, a speck of sadness.
The carpet leads to a massive throne, made of iron created from the iron that lies in human blood. The seat is made of human leather, the frame is made of ground bone, and atop the throne sits me, the demon lord overlooking it all.
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I will now explain why you see the pride of the sufferers, and the sadness of the demons.
The suffers were once the worst of humans in life, that raped, and that killed. The souls were condemned, forever lost in the wasteland that is hell. I offer redemption so to speak, the souls are not forced to suffer and do so of their own accord, as only through suffering enough can their sins be burned from their souls. Once the sin is gone, I transform them into the demons, who then assist me in torturing the sinful souls.
The demons are not evil, despite what you may think of them. They are pure, and without sin. They do not like to make the souls suffer, but do so to purify them. There are few resources in hell, and we use what we can get. The blood, flesh and bones of the sufferers will always regenerate, as this is a land of the dead and they can not die. We use this as food, as shelter, as everything.
I do not like watching these souls suffer, I do not like the demons torturing, I hate it. But that is my job. These are all my family, the souls, and the demons care about me, and I about them. There is no song here, there is no amusement here, the souls even came up with the idea of the orchestra of screams, as their way of repaying me for helping them through these ordeals.
I once was an angel.... I was beautiful, and I lived to serve god.... However, when I heard that souls would be condemned to hell, I had to help.... But this went against god's teaching, and I was stripped from my status as an angel, had my wings removed, and am tapped here. However am ok with this. I suffer, but the souls suffer more. The demons suffer more. All I can do, is to help them in the best way I can.
I once heard of the end of times, where the world will be given to the demons, and the sufferers. I will wait till this day, and I will make it a peaceful world for the sufferers and the demons. Even if it is against gods wishes, I will make a paradise for them, Everyone deserves a second chance.
However, until then I wait. Because when the time comes, I will need to act. I will need to poison the world, and destroy it.... I am one of the four horsemen, I am pestilence, and when I have destroyed the world? That is when I will rebuild it, Because everything deserves a second chance, even the earth.