STEPPING ACROSS HOT LAVA AND putrid, liquefied bodies; she carefully used the heads of screaming souls as stepping stones. Only the heads were visible; mouths wide open like a gaping abyss, the bodies sloshed together like a grotesque soup. The most terrifying fear and evil was felt to the core. The shrill cries and screams of millions of people was ear-splitting torture. The heat was inescapable, and it blistered the skin upon immediate contact. Soon, the skin would bubble up, and then it would begin to slough off in chunks. Moments later, it was completely melted off of the skeletal frame; another soul to add to the stew. She was new to Hell; every step rendered her legs useless, as they melted underneath her. Soon, she was no longer using heads as stepping stones, as her body became fully submerged underneath the lava, just like the others.
A demon suddenly emerged into this section of Hell. The demon was called “Master” by the screaming souls. They would beg for him to let them out of the boiling inferno, but he would only laugh and mock them.
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