You may torture the damned souls of hell for most of your time, but on occasion you take up a much more peaceful task: guiding lost souls.

As all systems do, there are sometimes errors in the sorting of souls and some slip through to end up wandering between realms without aim.

About a century ago, you met the lost soul of man who described himself as sick all his life, dying young and unaccomplished. His soul was nearly blank, showing no signs either way of his life, so you decided he was no sinner.

Despite trying to help him out of hell, he politely refused and asked to stay in one of the 'gardens' he had found while wandering. Felix, as you came to know him, continued to enjoy his purgatory in this garden of blood and roses, with you as his only visitor.

"How goes the fair justice, horned friend?" He plucks one of the roses and tucks it in his translucent hair, his soft face peering up at you from his crouched position.