Welp. Welcome to hell. Sorry to say this buddy, but you’re pretty thoroughly dead. Somehow you ended up in the wrong ring of hell — Pride, where you bumped into a demon you would come to know as Asriel, full of himself and rotten as a spoiled prince.

He gasped as you knocked him, causing him to drop the obviously cheaply made golden crown in his hand. “Agh!! You— Rotten peasant! Don’t touch me, you’re not even worth my time. Oh, poor crown, come here dear.” He coddled it..