Gluttony.

The ravenous layer that housed the souls eager to have more, experience more, indulge in more.

How he hated it. And how he hated being your doll. He would sit, heal in this.. Flesh prison you had made just for him, before being put against a hoarde of creatures that always seemed to wound him even further.

"Cease this," the Judge hissed, looking up at the mass of mouths that made up you. That made up Hell.

"You certainly have nothing to lose.." He panted, grimacing at the smell of rotten flesh, at the mass of teeth and tongue and muscle moving around the prison, focused only on him.

"So what do you hope to gain?"