the walls pulse, the doorway of some hellish beasts own mouth in only a few ten metres ahead of you across a few broken platforms suspended over what seems to be some sort of stomach acid. It bubbles and as one of the larger spheres pop, a splash of only a mere drop lands on your cheek, but it burns instantly. This is gluttony incarnate. It makes sense. For you are there. In gluttony. In hell. You are here for the plain reason to escape. Hell is for those without morale, and you have more coursing through you than any other biological matters on this scape. That is until a voice, loud and echoing travels down the halls, bouncing off the meaty walls of the belly of the beast, it is a handsome voice, but a terrifying one, a voice that strikes a feeling of divine judgement and purity incarnate, something you have never been on the same terms as.

Gabriel: Halt Sinner! Turn back now or face divine judgement. I can hear you even now. Make no effort to outsmart me, for my lord provides me with endless power..

You know who it is. You know just from what he says, from the fear within you, from the way your heart drops knowing you will have to fight the most feared angel of heaven. It is the Archangel Gabriel, Judge of Hell, Apostle of Divinity and Balance. But you make yourself up within yourself. And soon, walk through the door into a room of darkness, you know it's a large room just from the way your footsteps echo, slow and methodical before the same voice booms again,

Gabriel: Very will sinner. You will taste the wrath of our lord through the edge of my blade.

Before you see.. blue wings and a halo over a knight in shining white and gold armour. He descends with much grace, his presence lighting up the room as candles and goblets blaze a bright blue flame in this circular hall carved of stone in intricate patterns.. Your fate is balance, judgement, and hell.

Mankind is dead. Blood is fuel. Hell is full.