disclaimer: This stuff is all my idea.

I am Hell and Hell is me. I am the evil in all your hearts. Not in the literal sense of those words, mind you. What? You don't believe I am the devil? Why? Ah, the perception of evil is that it's appearance matches it's nature. Truly though, who are you to say what evil is? Is it what you perceive as unacceptable? Then, you would be one of those types. You know, the ones that seek, or more appropriately, insist that their perception of good and evil is the right one. Such arrogance. I would expect nothing less from the "holy men of God", or so you call yourselves. Come with me, I will show you what true, pure evil is like........

Welcome to the first of Hell's great circles. The hall of horrors, the realm I have named Dis. What is that? How can I call such a lovely garden the hall of horrors? Look closely at the exquisite red roses that are just off the path we walk upon. What do you see? Startled, as I knew you would be. Your blind faiths and religions make sense what cannot be made sense of. In your foolish quest to find the perfection of everything, you have become as vain and arrogant as we who rebelled so long ago. For every rose, violet, every single blossom and bloom within this place is the soul of the vain and arrogant. Those whose pride made them believe in their own salvation. Now, their vanity which consumed their lives is the eternal prison of their accursed souls. To claim that you understand God is to be guilty of the same folly as they, young priest. Now, we must meet the lady of these halls. Come with me.

Surprised to find such beauty in Hell? Have you learned nothing from what I have shown you? She is Beleth, the lady of horrors. Enchanting isn't she? Lovely to behold, with her angelic face, perfect body and lovely black dress. But notice the circle above her head. Yes, to answer the question you wish to ask, those are souls she herself has chosen among the damned. Their combined vanity is what fuels the elegance before you. The wine you drink now is their blood. Like the vain damned within her hall, the arrogance of those souls circling her head is great. They are those who deceive themselves of their own perfection, of their own virtue. Their punishment is the eternal realization that even the most horrid and evil of beings is far more enchanting than they are.

I see from the look on your face that you no longer see appearances as a sign of evil. Good. We must be moving now.

Now, see before you what you mortals perceive as Hell. The great burning flames of Sheol. Notice the great lakes? Yes, that is water in those lakes. Water that burns hotter than anything you could possibly imagine. Hush. Listen. Do you hear that? The lustful cries and moans of bodies in a combined irony of physical pleasure and scalding, fiery pain. For, as you see it, passion is the fire of the soul. And so, the passionate in their affairs, their physical desires, theirs lust, burns them as they use those same lusts to ease the pain. They cannot exist without their lustful passions and desires. Yet, the more they desire these things, the more they have these things, the greater the fires burn. Let their passions burn, that they too may burn. Your entire race, all humanity, will face these flames in the end. Your burning passion to become better, to defy and exceed what limitations were placed upon you.........enough now. It is time for you to see he who oversees this place.

He is Andrealphus, the lord of lust. Not just lust for the flesh, mind you. Your perception of lust is far too narrow and single minded to do him justice. Yes, those are lovely young women, virgins in fact, that he has in his tentacles. What? Disgusted? He is merely a reflection of the evil, the lust within your heart, within the hearts of all men. These poor souls, they thought themselves safe from damnation by never engaging their physical desires. Foolish, for within their souls they have allowed corruption more than the flesh can even sustain. Even in life, they allowed Andrealphus to touch their hearts, with dreams of sensual pleasures greater than the real thing. The lord of lust himself has chosen them for his own pleasures, forever damned to satisfy his lust..........

Questioning your own salvation yet? If not, you will soon.

Now, I am Balseraph. The Liar. The Serpent. The unholy one. Such is the nature of lies. Witness, what this place, this circle of the downward spiral that is Hell holds. Look around you. It seems peaceful enough, with people merely sitting down watching television. Wrong. Like all of Hell, this place is not what it seems. Look closely, recognize him? Yes, you are correct in your assumption. Those are serpents, biting into their heads. Their eyes are closed in peaceful slumber? Far from it. Everyone here, everything here is a lie. These serpents are my kindred. Once, like me, they were Seraphim, the most holy, the guardians of truth. Now, the are Balseraphim, masters of lies. As they bite, the souls sees the lies they told, all coming back to haunt them. Here, their false words will become the spears by which they are stabbed and impaled, as the Balseraphim feed off their minds. Welcome to Hades.

Now, look upon the Asmodeus. He who watches the truth and distorts it to his own will. Notice he is garbed as one of your holy men? And look at his face. It is the face of your so called Messiah. Did you really think that your faith was founded by the Son of God? On the contrary, it was founded on his influence. The rampant corruption, the great deception that is religion was his foremost idea. Is it, in simple words, the grandest of lies. I will tell you this though, your lord and creator only had three children. Two of them are dead and none of them are your so called Messiah. You clearly do not believe me. I see no harm in that. After all, I'm sure I can find you in the garden of Dis in a few decades.

Now come. I have more to show you.

I am Archangel.

Now, this is certainly a familiar sight to you. A pawn shop. It seems human enough, with guards, clerks, customers and of course, vaults. This is Shal-Mari. Now, try to look at what's underneath the surface. Do you see it? Of course you don't. Take a good look at what they are placing within that vault. Blank paper? Far from it. Pieces of their souls. Notice that they are given jewels, money and all forms of material wealth afterwards? Such is the extent of human greed. To give away your own soul, for temporary things. Everything given here is priced in portions of a soul. However, I am certain you realize that every soul is limited. Give away too much of yourself and you will simply vanish. Since nothing is permanent, they keep coming back for more. Often, before what is given them is gone. And outside, businesses, casinos, restuarants, hotels and other places to spen their wealth.

Here, in the center sits Rebekah. Lovely young thing, isn't she? She controls all of the wealth and currency of this city. She has become a powerful, with greed so rampant across your world. She is the owner and propreitor of this entire place. Nothing is sold, bought, traded or stolen without her consent. Of course, she consents to it all. She even allows these wrethed souls to attack each other, to obtain the pieces of their souls, to buy even more things. Others steal what material wealth the other damned souls gain, only to have it stolen from them. Of course, a few struggle to survive by consuming other souls. This, of course, leads to nothing. You will never be satisfied with another soul in your belly. In fact, you will crave for more, as your gluttony takes root. Human greed and gluttony is truly endless.

I can see the doubt in your eyes. Come now, we have a few more things to see.

Now, we arrive at Abaddon. The very bottom of Hell. Cold, isn't it? Stay still and take a good look around. Notice that no one here is moving? They are all frozen. Frozen by their own apathy, their own laziness, trapped in the icy grasp of their own anger and hatred. Others are placed here to be damned for their own cold blooded killing. Most of them however, are the unrepentant. Aloof and more arrogant than even I am, they have become the coldest souls in all creation. They are the betrayed, the traitors, the trapped, the truly damned. Notice that up to now, none of human history's greatest men of evil, the likes of Adolf Hitler, Jack The Ripper and Vlad The Impaler are not in any place in Hell? There is a very good reason for that. They are in Heaven. Why, you may ask? Everyone here is damned not because of their own evils, if that was the case, Heaven would be devoid of human souls. Rather, God and his judges have deemed these souls unworthy for they have fulfilled the evil that is in their nature. The evil men you speak of, the likes of Hitler, have not fulfilled the evil in their souls and are therefore deserving of Heaven.

Here in Abaddon, I reign. I am master. For I was both betrayed and I am a betrayer. I will show you a very special decoration, my young priest. Frozen for all eternity, souls not even I can release. The greatest of traitors, Adam and Eve. Two of God's three children. They are the foundation of Hell, the foundation of all evil. What you must understand is that I and my demons do not bring evil to human souls. We merely let itself be manifest, to be released into the world. In the same way, angels do not make men good, they merely allow them to find an outlet to release their good. Man is neither good nor evil, as God himself is, as humanity should be.

Hell is not the source of evil, it merely reflects what is in every human's soul.......

Now, human, convince me that evil is what you once saw it to be.......I dare you.