"When he was alive, he knew what was right from what was wrong, but because he had such a weak will when it came to indecent indulgences such as; Lust, fornication, adultery, petty theft, different vices and the likes, he accepted his punishments without blaming anyone or anything else other than his weak-willed self…"
"He knew what was right and what wasn't, still, he chose to continue in his perverted and lecherous lifestyle, thus only himself was responsible for the pain and agony he was currently suffering…"
"What a weak willed man he was…" Cui nostalgically murmured that last part beneath his breath…
"But, you see, on a very peculiar and particular day, as he was screaming out his guts in the agony that the scorching hellfire brought to his feeble soul, a hand reached out of nowhere and grabbed him by his shoulders as he was yanked out…"
