How fucked are you? Which layer of Hell would you be condemned to, if you where sent to Hell?
Let the ash fall to the earth And burn into my skin
All the pain that I must bear Is payment for my sin
The streets that I once called my home Have long decayed away,
My soul is trapped in emptiness The dark is here to stay
I see the spirits of the damned Reaching for the light
But punishment for treachery Is cold, unending night
As I well know, the consequence The punishment I've earned
God's supposedly forgiving That is not what I've learned
I've learned that he abandons Those he is thought to love
He leaves their tainted souls to rot, There's no mercy from above.
And so I walked the other path, The darker, fiery trail,
And through the power I achieved, I etched another tale.
A tale of pure darkness, Of anger, hate, and rage
I learned to use the devil's gifts Freed from an inner cage
I am a soldier of the fire A minion born of hate
Certain souls can be redeemed, For mine it is too late.
The throne of God abandoned, And heaven lies in flame
It is I who burned it down I am the one to blame
As heaven lies in ruins, And melts into the ground
I turn to face my master We leave without a sound
My newly acquired trophies I lift high into the air,
The head of Christ, and the Hands of God Bound with angel's hair
Anyone who falls for nigger bait deserves hell
Here. These uncultured fags ought to read it.
>Circle VIII: Fraud
>thrown into a pit of darkness to battle demons for all eternity
fucking hell yeah come at me bat-winged faggots I'll fuck you up
In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.
Only if you actually pull it off. In the poem suicides get turned into trees. Second ring of the seventh circle, for violence against one's self.
i'de be in Limbo for sure. doesn't sound bad at all.
According to the lore, you can't go to Limbo (first circle). It's reserved for unbaptized children and virtuous pre-Christ people. After Christianity was formed, no one else can have the luxury of hell in the first circle.
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
>homos and money-lenders get to walk through a desert of raining fire
butt-sex with dudes is just as bad as genocide
Maybe the most Catholic thing ever written. The Church loved this shit, which is probably why they didn't kill Dante for writing it, even though he included former popes in the Inferno.
2nd Circle: You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.
You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.
Have been working on a campaign of DnD focused around sending a party of dead heroes through all the levels to reclaim their lives or some shit like that. Taking suggestions for what should be on these levels
yeah each level in dantes inferno. I started it with this group several years ago, and got through the first 3 or so levels. They had a blast, but I felt unprepared.
7th by means of suicide most likely. Not too shabby.
First attempt at it had two deaths in the first 3 or 4 levels. Faced the cerberus, and one of them died doing something retarded. Was wanting to do it roguelike to where they can't even make a new char if they lose
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