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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eighth Level of Hell - The Malebolge!

Eighth Level of Hell - The Malebolge

Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche. The simonists, wedged into stone holes, and whose feet are licked by flames, kick and writhe desperately. The magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers are all here, as are the thieves. Some wallow in human excrement. Serpents writhe and wrap around men, sometimes fusing into each other. Bodies are torn apart. When you arrive, you will want to put your hands over your ears because of the lamentations of the sinners here, who are afflicted with scabs like leprosy, and lay sick on the ground, furiously scratching their skin off with their nails. Indeed, justice divine doth smite them with its hammer.

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level | Score Purgatory | Very Low Level 1 - Limbo | Low Level 2 | Moderate Level 3 | Moderate Level 4 | Very Low Level 5 | High Level 6 - The City of Dis | High Level 7 | Very High Level 8 - The Malebolge | Very High Level 9 - Cocytus | High

Surprise Holiday Kiss 

     The slobber was.. unappreciated. But he could only give into the holiday spirit and assume that it was the thought that counted. However.. There was the question of where the pooch had come from. Sephiroth decided to be careful with his health and guided the dog off of him- scratching behind furry shoulders as he did -to the floor. 

                 “Thank you...?” 

"HEY... I'M JUST EXTRA FLUFFY!!"

    Rather than stand in the rain, he walked, prowling and picking his way through the carnage of the lifeless fleshy mounds. The mud clung to his boots and like the rest.. Baptized by the rain. Silver locks had amassed in teasels that stuck to the back of his spotless trench coat. One of the few things untainted by the blood. 

     The man’s rambling, he could have gone without. Already callous to such scenes and angsty moral conflicts. However, he entertained the question as he paused, glancing back over his shoulder before turning around to the conflicted individual.

               “That depends on who you are looking out for.” 

     Sephiroth drew closed, stopping a couple feet away from Lexeren without regard of the rivulets of blood he had trespassed upon. 

               “Do you have someone you need to protect? Because if not, I see no reason for your self-depreciation.” 

     Numb to empathy, and without using the notion of a moral compass, the ex-General looked on without judgement. 

               “U l t i m a t e l y, you will waste time in your inner conflict and never be able to move on until the day it comes to a head and a mass tragedy bears down.” 

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