Hell

This is Hell.The place where the eternal flame burns,the place where the light does not penetrate,the warmth of mortals does not dwell here.(c)

Lost souls are led in the places where their sins have taken them.A tall and pale demon takes them to their eternal planes,inscribing a marking on their heart.

The black rose hovers in the sky like a black diamond,the ones who sinned in the name of love have found comfort here.Solitude is like deep icy waters,cold and painfull like needles. Their souls are now desolate tombstones,the only companion that comes to their side is a raven,blacker than the deepest abyss:

"Once again,
The sun i blocked out from the sun,
A glimpse of hope dies
With a silent scream,
A raven is my companion
My corpse it's feast."

The tears of their grief have turned into a shallow river,you can hear every moment of regret in their heart,every moment of doubt.A mere mortal would lose sanity the moment he hears the cries from the river.(c)

Those guilty of pride and glutony are taken in a set of chambers in which they see the richests feasts,pleasures beyond imagination.But the demon tells them that they must not give into these delights or they will fall instantly forever losing their souls in the grinder of souls,the forge from which the fabric of hell is created.
The forge creates new and complicated mazes for the damned to suffer even more:

"Today i died,
But i'm reborn
My feelings are gone,
Gone in the grinder,
My feeble matter a worm."

Murderers and thieves and bound in chains,in their maze the sky is blood red,living dead with golden nails in their foreheads and razors in their fingers caress their skin,skinning them as they heal over time.A woman dressed in a leather mantel with her arms replaced by blades cuts their lips and their tongues so they won't scream,as they are forced to endure pain over and over.She has gained favor from the gods of the abyss,though shes is damned,she will carry out their will.Her body strapped with leather belts and nails.(c)

"I was once a king
In my own mind
But now the jester...
Tears at my skin
I cannot scream...
I cannot scream."

To conclude the darkest souls are not those who suffer and rot in the abyss,but those who fight to escape from the abyss and move silently among us.(c)