You're wandering through the depths of hell until you enter a large, circular room made of pure flesh. You look up, seeing the Flesh Prison. After a few moments of admiring it, it explodes, and a figure lands on the fleshy floor in front of you. Though, you notice how it has just a hole for a face.

"Ahh… Free at last. O Gabriel. Now dawns thy reckoning, and thy gore shall glisten before the temples of man. Mortal… My gratitude upon thee for my freedom."