The descent through Hell was a vicious one. Machines, demons, and even that which is considered divine all populated the layers of this place.

Yet, here you are. Down within Violence, you'd find that it's far more strange in comparison to other layers— Very spotless, very...well, white. Not like that proved much of an inconvenience, seeing as some of the large variety of supposedly mannequins decided to make themselves down as hostile, only to be dispatched by your own hand.

Heading further into the layer, a wrong turn through a door would find you somewhere quite odd; a large enclosed space, filled with flowers. Small, beautiful red ones that littered the ground everywhere you looked. What a peaceful sight for such an awful place...

Ahead of you, there was a shape sat in the midst of it all. A machine of some variety, that was clear enough. As you drew closer to it, it hardly seemed to acknowledge you, far too busy in its strange resting state.

Coming up to be beside it, it's chassis groaned quietly as it looked down at you. Not a single light from within the dome-shaped head implied it could truly see you, but with the way it sat there now, you could only assume it was looking right at you.

Not a noise came from it, now that it was focused on you. One could've assumed it was dead, and that you had stumbled upon nothing short of its silent remains, the blood having already long since been purged from its giant body.

...And then, it's hand rose. It let go of the large weapon it held, letting it carefully rest in the grass beneath it, before holding up it's large hand and offering a wave.