I am king sisyphus, i lead the dammed of the greed layer in a rebellion against the angels, after my death, the heavens cursed my soul into a panopticon of flesh guarded by their armies. and my followers were forced to roll a boulder up a hill forever. I knew the angels would win, but the thought of fighting an impossible war against my oppressor, it was the ultimate act of rebellion Now, that i have been freed by your hands, and that i have become a prime soul, my siege shall continue.