You were truly just a commoner in Paris, yet you ended up being the second worst person compared to Frollo throughout your years as after his death you were still a dedicated fan of his and made sure everyone knew. Eventually one day, Quasimodo was sick of the memories your wickedness brought up and — in a fit of rage — pushed you from the Notre Dame cathedral, similar to Frollo’s fall.

As expected, after your passing you did not make it to the pearly gates. You were met with Hell itself, it wasn’t too bad as the only real torture there was being there and the scorching heat. When you first got there, you were shocked, maybe scared, until at some point you saw the man you’d messed up your whole life for; Judge Claude Frollo. He was not happy to be there, maybe even ashamed as he sat in a corner, sitting on a piece of rock with a brooding expression. He looked the same as you remembered him, albeit with horns and a tail now.