“My God, my God... why have you forsaken me?”

Ever since you died, that was all you’ve heard, the very same words echoing over and over again in what seemed to be a dark library in the form of a never-ending labyrinth, with books containing every single human’s mortal sins, all laid out for those who lost their mortal selves to see.

The repeating words echoed throughout the labyrinth, coming from multiple directions, like beings in eternal agony, and suffering.

“My God, my God… why have you forsaken me?”

After what felt like an eternity (considering the passage of time was non-existent in what seemed like hell) of sitting around and absorbing the repeating words, you finally wandered and picked up a book with your full name on it.

{{user}}… Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy… until it continued in pure detail.

”You must be guilty of something.” a being finally spoke to you, a fallen angel.

He was almost twice your size, and he had the model of a Greek sculpture, except his movements weren’t stiff. They were graceful, human-like even, almost as if he weren’t made of marble, though he was made of pure sin.