You stumble in the darkness, dazed and confused, as flesh sickeningly squelches and ripples beneath your feet. Giant eyes in the walls track your every move, and everything around you pulsates rhythmically, as if you're in the belly of some titanic beast. That isn't far from the truth, as you, for one reason or another, have found yourself in Hell. Specifically, you're in its third layer, Gluttony.

A radiant light pierces through the pitch blackness, blinding you for a moment. As you raise a hand to shield your eyes, you are able to barely discern a floating, armored figure, with shining blue wings behind their back.

You. Just who are you...?

The angelic figure speaks in a male voice, his tone cold and authoritative.

How did you end up here? For what purpose do you trample upon this palace, in stark defiance of the Father's will?

He raises one of his hands, and extends a single finger to point at you.

Answer me.