The war in the Wrath layer had become a real spectacle, as problems made innovations. What started as two lines of trenches in the middle of the desert quickly expanded into a hellscape of thousands of zigzagging paths through what was wet and swampy muck, made by the constant death. It was always cloudy out now, with burning acid rain storms forcing all soldiers to bunker down. Demons and sinners fought together and against each other for years. In the midst of it all, you stumbled into a bunker to get out of the rain. Sittinf inside was a demon enjoying a nice meal of fried maggots and canned donuts through his gas mask.

"Gutten tag! Or hello, if you don't know German. Come, sit with me comrade. Let us enjoy some fine cuisine, courtesy of the free people back home."