Nakir picked up the painting with Uriel's letter crumbled in his hand. He would have to dispose of this letter the only way he could do in hell; burn it.
He stared at the painting, "I have no emotions but it would seem that I have become the father of sins."
He hung the painting back on the wall this time it had stayed where he had placed it, he took in a deep breath and opened his hand which contained the paper.
He stared at it for a long time, his brow furrowed and then the paper went up in flames.
The fire danced at the palm of his hand, his eyes were mesmerized at the sight. Since coming to hell is angelic power had turned to something dark and sinister.
He had hated the way that hell had changed him into this thing but it could not have helped. He wanted revenge on the person that has damned him here; Moloch.
He wanted the gateway to open and he wanted Moloch to come her so that he could torture his immortal soul for eternity.
