evil players only

Enter, lost soul. The gates close behind you, and they will never open again.
Your life is gone. Your body is dust. What remains is all that matters—your torment.

Here, fire is not warmth, but hunger. It will cling to your flesh, burn into your bones, and yet never consume you.
Here, time does not move forward. There is no tomorrow, no mercy, no release—only the endless now of your suffering.

Every cry you utter will echo into the abyss, unheard by anyone who would care. Every step you take will lead only deeper into despair. The more you resist, the heavier the chains will grow.

Do not pray. No god listens here.
Do not hope. Hope is a lie, and lies rot quickly in this place.

You belong to Hell.
And Hell belongs to you. Forever.