The portal formed beneath Rohinder’s feet and he fell into what he knew was Hell. Heat swelled around him, and through the black fire light, he saw another, higher, golden throne. Wrought from the resources the depths of the Earth brought, the palace was exactly as Milton had described it. Marvellously and lovingly crafted from the labour of angels, it kept him in awe.

Rohinder was barely a speck of dust in the vastness of this great hall, and the gravity lended by the distance between Pandemonium and the centre of the Earth kept him plastered to the ground.

Suddenly a voice echoed around the halls and Rohinder looked up to see the most beautiful and deadly angel anyone had ever cast eyes on.

“So your judgement has been placed?” he boomed. “Well, I spose that Now is time for your punishment.”