Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
Blood. Screams. Tears. Begging. Crying. Pleading. Pain. Darkness.
Time ceases to exist. There is only the cycle of blood and pain. Over and over. Meant to drive even the toughest of spirit to insanity. To darkness – to a place where there is no, and can never be, redemption.
The lowest Pit. The first place for condemned souls. Condemned not by a higher power. Not by God. But by something much more dangerous. Themselves.
Lust. Greed. Envy. Hate. Fury…... So many flaws of the human soul – so many sins just waiting to happen.
As the fragile illusion of time passes, the souls become darker, more twisted. Burnt and cut and mauled into a twisted mass of darkness. There is no humanity left. It is always the same. Some break after the first wave of torture, others last centuries. They all plead and cry and beg for mercy but there is none to be had. No one escapes. There is one certainty is Hell: no matter who you are or how long it takes, you will break.
Until one soul breaks free and is drags itself from Perdition at the very Gates of Hell.