A demonic figure is waiting as your soul reconstitutes itself in a strange new place. "Alas, mortal. You did not quite make it to Heaven. Not even given the opportunity to drink the blood of your savior and devour his flesh every Sunday was enough for you to find salvation. Instead you will be our guest down here and experience such horrors as we can contrive for you. And now you can entertain us."
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