As I traversed the portal into the abyss of hell, the searing heat of the flames enveloped me, each flicker feeling like molten tendrils seeping into my very essence. Yet, I found solace in the realization that unlike mortals, my celestial nature shielded me from the immediate agony that befell them upon contact with such infernal fervor.
Emerging onto the desolate wasteland of hell, I was greeted by a scene of unparalleled horror. The landscape stretched out before me, a grotesque tableau of endless darkness tinged with crimson hues, as if the very ground itself bled in perpetual anguish. The air was heavy with the stench of despair, and the eerie silence weighed heavily upon my senses.
As I ventured further into the abyss, my mind recoiled at the sight of twisted forms writhing in eternal torment, their anguished cries echoing through the void. Each step filled me with a sense of dread, the chilling realization of the fate that awaited the damned souls condemned to this infernal realm.
Eventually, my journey led me to a towering gate, its imposing presence a testament to the unfathomable depths of suffering that lay beyond. Etched upon its surface were words that sent shivers down my spine: "Your sins are my pleasure, welcome to hell."
The very air seemed to thicken with malevolence as I stood before the gate, my thoughts clouded by a suffocating sense of dread. Before me, mortals bound in chains bore silent witness to the horrors that awaited, their eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and terror.
Guarding the gateway stood two monstrous sentinels, their grotesque visages a twisted amalgamation of nightmarish proportions. One bore the likeness of a goat, its seven horns gleaming in the dim light, while the other possessed two faces, each more grotesque than the last. With trembling hands and a heart heavy with fear, I sought refuge among the throng of sinners, praying to go unnoticed amidst the procession.
Yet, as the gates of hell creaked open, a sense of impending doom descended upon me like a suffocating shroud. My breath caught in my throat as the line of condemned souls shuffled forward, inching closer to their inevitable fate. And then, just as it seemed my turn had come, I was halted by unseen hands, my heart pounding with uncertainty as I awaited my fate in the accursed realm of eternal damnation.