I drowned myself in fleeting pleasures, thinking they would fill the void, but they only left me exposed to my own degradation… And you?
How many times have you sold yourself for a moment of fire that later only left ashes? How many pieces of your dignity have you torn apart, exchanging love for lust, connection for empty flesh? You are not free – you are a slave to a body that will never satisfy you, trapped in a cycle of desire and shame that reduces you to a hungry animal, incapable of seeing beyond your own impulse.
Each lustful glance, each hurried touch, each lie you told to justify your greed… all of it has turned you into a walking corpse, a ghost dragging behind pleasures that never satisfy, only widening the hole. You think you own your pleasure, but it is the one that dominates you, shames you, empties you of humanity.
While you hide in the darkness of your desires, the world outside loses color, people become shadows, and you… you become a stranger to yourself. A monster that, in the silence of the night, cannot even face its own reflection.
Lust does not make you powerful – it exposes you, fragile and miserable, showing that deep down, you are just another incapable of loving or being loved. And if one day you wake up and realize that all that remains is the dust of what could have been… it will be too late to rebuild your soul.
Crossing the circle of Lust was like walking through a vivid nightmare. The ground was slippery, covered with an oily substance that made each step feel like a struggle. Men and women deformed by desire moved in groups, their bodies glistening as if covered in oil. There was something grotesque in their movements; each gesture was loaded with lust but devoid of any beauty. It was a distorted parody, a hollow reflection of senseless desire.
Then they attacked us.
There were dozens, maybe hundreds. Each one threw themselves at us with an animalistic ferocity, their screams echoing in the thick air. Greed was the first to shout:
— They're going to steal my purse! Don't let them near!
— They don't want your damn purse! — Wrath roared, swinging his iron bar at the first one who came close, crushing his skull with a nauseating sound. — They want us!
Chaos took over. The battle was desperate. The inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah were frantic, their slippery bodies making any attempt to grab or keep them away difficult. Each blow seemed insufficient, every attempt to advance blocked by an endless wave of deformed lust.
— Keep advancing! — I shouted, trying to lead, despite the pain of the blows I was receiving. I struck with the makeshift knife, but they kept coming, their hands grabbing anything they could.
— They're like worms! — Naka screamed, kicking a figure that tried to grab his legs.
Greed, with a panic-stricken face, retreated as much as she could while holding onto her purse.
— If we lose this, we're finished! Don't you understand!
— Shut up and fight! — Wrath shouted, striking a deformed woman who lunged at him.
That's when they started to change. The slippery bodies began to merge, forming something bigger, something more terrifying. The grotesque crowd joined into a shapeless mass, an amalgamation of lust advancing like a tide. The smell of burnt oil and rotten flesh intensified, making the air almost impossible to breathe.
— This is getting worse! — Gluttony shouted, his bloodied hands tearing pieces from the fallen.
I knew that if we stopped, we'd be swallowed. The fight became even fiercer. Screams, blood, the sound of flesh being torn. The ground was slippery with the blood and oil of the enemies, and the pain of each blow was a brutal reminder that we were still alive – for now.
And then they appeared.
Asmodeus emerged like a storm, the black whip in his hand cracking through the air, splitting the mass of bodies in two with a single move. He was an imposing figure, almost angelic, but with a presence that made the air around us feel heavier. Beside him, Belphegor walked lazily, yawning, as if all of this was an irritating burden.
— You won't pass here, — Asmodeus declared, his voice heavy with authority and disdain. — This is the domain of Lust, and you have no place in it.
Belphegor looked at us as if we were interrupting his sleep.
— Yo, dude… seriously? Don't even feel like fighting you. That bastard Lucifer took that cooked piece of meat from me, it was cooked like hell, tasted damn good, what the hell. But since I'm here…
Before we could react, Asmodeus attacked. The whip cut through the air like a living snake, and each strike was an explosion of pain and destruction. Belphegor, on the other hand, merely watched, occasionally raising his hand to launch chains that materialized from nowhere, binding whoever was within reach.
Naka, Wrath, Gluttony, and Greed were violently thrown against the jagged walls of Hell, their bodies briefly licked by the voracious flames before falling heavily to the ground, where the fire and oil had yet to reach. I was struck in the chest by Asmodeus's whip, which threw me to the ground. Before I could move, Belphegor's chains wrapped around my body, tightening with brutal force. I felt the cold metal sink into my flesh, cutting until blood began to flow.
— That's enough, right? — Belphegor yawned. — You're not going anywhere, man.
I tried to move, but it was futile. The chains held me completely, tightening with every attempt to resist. Asmodeus approached, looking at me with disdain, and kicked me in the pancreas, sending blood pouring from my mouth like a lake.
— You thought you could fool us, mortal? You thought you could pass through our domain unscathed? Your arrogance is your greatest weakness.
I was trapped, bloodied, and defeated, but something inside me refused to give up. Even in the pain, even in the humiliation, my mind was working. They thought they had won. And that belief was what I needed.
— You don't understand anything, do you? — My voice came out hoarse but loaded with something that made them stop. — You feed on others' desires and weaknesses, but you don't realize that you're just as trapped as we are.
Asmodeus frowned, while Belphegor let out an impatient sigh.
— Yo, dude… you're starting with a speech? Seriously? We're not buying that shit, not like those other three idiots.
I continued, ignoring the pain.
— You think you're superior, but you're nothing but jailers. Not even free in your own domains. You think these chains hold me? They only show how much you fear.
Blood poured down my body, Belphegor's chains tightening with each movement I made, tearing my flesh, sinking into my fabric and soul like a sentence. Every word I said was a knife in the silence, but I knew that words alone wouldn't be enough. Not against them. Not against creatures that existed to dominate, to consume, to humiliate. They looked at me with something that wavered between contempt and boredom, but that didn't matter.
Nothing mattered except getting out of here.
I was no longer a person in the human sense of the word. Morality had been discarded long ago, a luxury that couldn't be carried here. I was just a tool, a broken gear in the mechanism of this place, willing to use any part of the system to free myself. And, in this moment, everything around me was a weapon. Everything was a resource.
Asmodeus came closer, his whip coiled in his fist, his face devoid of any emotion except disdain.
— You have no power here. Your blood is weak, your mind fragile. You think your words can hurt us? Pathetic.
Belphegor yawned, reclining on an oil-covered rock.
— Finish it already, bro. These mortals don't know when to quit.
— There's no quitting for someone with no choice, — I murmured, spitting blood. My voice was weak, but my mind was clear. They were certain of their victory, and that made them careless.
I looked around, searching for something – anything. The ground, still slippery with the grotesque oil, the piled bodies of Sodom and Gomorrah, the black spears held by the guardians, Asmodeus's oppressive presence. My mind raced. All of this was an equation, and I just needed to find the missing variable.
That thought lodged in me like a spark of hope – or madness.
With the chains still tightening around my body, I moved my eyes to what was left around me. One of the fallen bodies was close enough for me to reach with difficulty. Its flesh shone with that oily substance. If I could make this work...
— What are you looking at? — Asmodeus asked, leaning in. His tone was mocking, but there was something else there. Curiosity.
Curiosity was dangerous. For them.
— I'm looking at what you don't see, — I replied, my voice a whisper full of meaning. — I'm looking at the key to get out of here.
Before he could react, I forced my arm, ignoring the searing pain of the chains ripping deeper. My fingers found the oily flesh of the body next to me, and with a desperate tug, I tore off a piece of the viscous fabric. There was no time to hesitate. I needed to act fast or die trying.
— What do you think you're doing? — Belphegor asked, his voice thick with forced disinterest. But he started moving, realizing something was wrong.
I pulled one of the chains with all my strength, forcing it against the flesh of my own arm. The friction created a spark – small, but enough. The oil on the piece I held caught fire, and the heat spread quickly. It was like setting fire to a field of gas.
The oil dripping from the bodies around us caught fire as well, the explosion almost instant. A suffocating heat filled the air, followed by the sound of screams – not just from the fallen bodies, but from the demons themselves. They didn't expect this. They didn't expect me to use their own circle against them.
Belphegor roared, now truly enraged, as the flames began to lick at him. He tried to dissipate them with a lazy gesture, but the oil was relentless, sticking to him like a living shadow. Asmodeus staggered back, still holding the whip, but not using it.
— You... miserable! — he shouted, his voice reverberating in pure fury.
The chains around my body began to loosen as the heat melted the links that held me. I rolled away, each movement sending waves of pain through my body, but also a feeling of victory. I had turned their own ground into a weapon. My body bubbled, tearing my own fabric, but that was the only way out of that situation alive. I couldn't fool them.