If one would sin - then one would perish for all eternity. Not just perish, but worse - one shall be tortured and raped in an everlasting pit of agony watched over by Satan himself, he, himself, personally. A thousand sword strikes your heart every second - and your demise shall never be met. Satan has the power of life - and keeps you on the very precarious edge of being alive to only be able to further pain you. Defiled personally, punished by hoards of demons and lost souls within the spacious inferno that is Hell. The very bottom pit of the furnace - is actually bottomless, and once you fall inside it you shall never fall to the ground yet instead that paining sensation of torture in mid air, burned alive, drenched in gasoline, then further consumed by embers. Dipped in the demonic equivalent of napalm, then set on fire, but not to burn to death, but burned alive at a stake while being drawn and quartered at the same time at the fingertips of this Hellish watcher. A thousand cuts, inflicting pain beyond imagination, drowned in the wastes of the blood of the Hellish watcher's servants, burning to the touch, is what happens if you commit sin. Your skin flayed, burned in front of your very eyes, then your eyes gouged, yet, replaced once more only to be gouged again.
Sinners deserve this.
Yes, I am the one in charge. I make up all the rules.
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