I wake up on the floor in a dark room, on the edge of hell.

I hear the deep, rumbling voice of a man: “Adhevo.”


I look up and the source of the command is a glowing man, his skin radiating red light. He wears no clothing and his body is in a godlike state, with every muscle perfectly defined. His eyes have no color, and his mouth does not move.

He resembles my father.

I get up, but I do not feel my muscles move.

Hell is a visual experience.

My father leads me down a hall that connects to the room and we come to a door. Before he opens the door, he turns to me: “Ego mos ostendo vos res humanus operor non animadverto.”

I will show you things humans do not see.

“Why am I here?” I ask, looking into his glowing white eyes.

“Vos have mortuus meus filius, tamen operor non vereor. Capiam vos in viaticus.”

You have passed away my son, but do not fear. I will take you on a journey.

He opens the door, a flash of light occurs and we are in a much different place.

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