As you fall into the abyss, a pit has no end.
Your fate becomes clear through the thickened, smoke of burning flesh.
The flames roar and lick the flesh from your bones, as the darkened souls of the ancient ones dwell in the shadows and savor the sound of your every scream.
Thine punishment shall not be swift, but eternal, and tenfold your suffering will toll your cruelties.

A demon seeks your wretched soul for your daily regime (of pain), dragged through the smoldering charred (charred) remains, of those before you, the demon makes you his servant ****. Your cries everlasting, insignia of the past. Wandering the pit awaiting your torture, wondering the pit awaiting your torture.
As you fall into the abyss, a pit has no end, years now pass your will is weak and all hope now lost.
No sympathy to seek.
Eternity looms, above Lucifer’s throne, fate of dark souls, instinctively known. In the shadows of Legion you quiver.
For as Legion they are many these flames are your destiny you're never free, a part of this blackened army you were chosen to be. As a demon you walk the flame ridden planes. Now torture, you will, in this domain for your soul shall always remain.
Welcome to hell.