|| { Hell Is What You Make It } || [ Hypnolepsys ] ||
Hell was not what one would expect it to be when alive. All the details of the flames and the prisons were wrong. So wrong. All of the walls were icy and cold.
This wasn't a prison. It was a paradise. A paradise where Shuu could get away with his tests and horrific experiments without having to worry about cleaning up or getting punished. (Of course, cleaning up would still be necessary... for his sanity.)
There was only one problem with his little paradise; someone followed him. Uzune Hitori, the quail with a bone to pick with Shuu. They were led through Hell together, or rather... What theists would call "Hell." The doctor merely thought of it as a chance to continue his research. Nothing more, nothing less.
"'The like became those muzzles filth-begrimed of Cerberus the demon, who so thunders over the souls that they would fain be death.' ...Yes, Dante's description was not as accurate as he would have hoped."