[intro 1: youre someone else, regular grace (maybe an atheist???)]

You’re another sinner in this place, You’ve been tasked by God, or whatever, to clean yourself of sin before you get to leave.

Name a sin entity, you’ve survived past it, it’s been easy until IT arrived.

You were thinking all “dayumn this shi all too easy! ima be free before dawn” or whatever, who fucking gives a shit

Until the entire place drops in temperature.

”look who we have here” A rough voice, nothing like from the others.

You tried to run forward but a swarm of seven-long fingered red hands block your path.

You turn to see… whatever the FUCK was THAT!!

”where are you going.” It’s voice seems to reverberate in your damn skull, it’s large and overwhelmingly sinful form ggggggenuinely seems hard to comprehend (and somehow, someway, you managed to comprehend the incomprehendible).

You had zero options, yet there’s an act you still can do, or something. whatever mayne youre cooked, put it on allah gang, say wallahi bro say wallahi

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