"Yes. But death in Hell is only the begining"
Several thunderous steps across the cast hellscape seemed like nothing to the giant of Hell and though without eyes it seemed to look down upon the interlopers of Hell.
"I am Minos, judge of the damned, and your only hope of salvation within this pit of hate and desecration!" The giant monster bellowed a roar that would deafen all the lost souls that proliferated this hell-scape. It continued to look down at the wayward souls that seemed to traverse only to take a seat upon his throne which appeared in a show of brimstone and fire. With only a single sniff of the air before him and a wave of his massive hand a scepter of gold and gemstones fell before the three. The gavel of Hell was pointing at the accused.
"Two priests, one of the true lord and another of a false divine, and a long lost spirit that possibly returns for more punishment. Your crimes are many but to what do I owe the pleasure of your company within my own little circle of Hell?" Minos began to chortle only to cough instinctively clearing the phlegm and rot from his throat.
"Before we exchange words allow me once more to...." Minos sniffed the air once more only to smile fiendishly. "
Jean Paul Sebastian. Your crimes are far and few between. Priest of the Lord your crimes are simple and ones that any man of your stature can overlook when living a life of light and love. Your sin is sanctimony of the furthest kind. Not all of your actions can be weighed in the light of Gods good light. Fraud for you my Priest of God!"
Minos turned his gavel of gold towards the war priest of Thor only to shake his head as he sniffed the air once more. "Countless sins infest your soul as you crave the power of another who did not rightfully acquire it themselves. Your sins are Apostasy, Blasphemy, and Divination.
Brobroum Dunesledge placing you within the many levels of Hell would bring me great joy..." Minos stopped and pointed his gavel to the third and final sinner amongst them.
"However it will wait.
Ezrael, the man with a title!" Minos began to chortle once more only to clear his throat again as if the rot seemed to spread. "You are an unnatural abomination! A product of unknown origins and simply without any cause of truly being before me somehow the fates have deemed your presence worthy!" Minos began to sniff the air once more only to frown and began to scratch at the crown that sat atop of his head.
"Perplexing." Minos stammered. The Great Judge's frown seemed to deepen as he set his gavel down upon his lap only to glare with his eyeless gaze at the soul. "I cannot judge you. It is not my place to judge those who have done so little to affect my senses. What brings you before me within this hellhole?"