The blazing fire from the pits of hell scorched the feet of all who walked through it.
Pain became an essence of survival. Hatred was mandatory.
Every sin bred within the denizens of the realm.
Greed.
Lust.
Envy.
Pride.
Gluttony.
Wrath.
Sloth.
Even minor sins, or others known as sub-classes, broke hold in the land.
Not too long, a greater sin was born. A combination of all sins bred to perfection.
Magic was born.
Such a sin gave birth to a new system of life. A system where there was no longer weak. A system where the strong had to continuously grow stronger to stay in power.
Amongst all of this, the first man of hell still remained pure.
Every second, every minute, every year, he condemned his brethrens for tearing each other apart.
Tortured by the beings with wings who promised they were angels despite their sins in large.
All of this evil could only be seen by him. Chained to the volcano of Helvati, he forever endured the torment of death only to be reborn again… chained.
It was not until eternity later he would have his chance to destroy everything he loved so much…