Divine Hilarity

Humanity is restless, Hell is fertile, So water it with blood. We take the perspective of a man raised in carnage and misery. A man baptized by war, forged into visceral madness. Such a man with such violence, fate shall only lead him downwards into the scorching brimstone prison of the Fallen. Except, instead of being sent there to be judged, he holds the blade for its denizens' execution. To those traitors to mankind, to those who seek the abyss to escape the loving gaze of God and Earth's fine teat, to hell with them! For Hell is not theirs to cherish.