Robert
Year 1809
"Robert Abaddon Sugden, the alpha hellhound."
A blonde's face hung down, seemingly in shame, when named. Standing in front of him was a devilish-looking creature, its stature firm and stern with a sinister-looking trident firmly gripped in its right hand. Its presence alone emitted the vibes of death, sending chills to the bones.
He could feel the roaring heat getting intense as fire plagued the room; all that the whirling flames touched were incinerated into bits as the inextinguishable fire kept spreading without bounds. The gentle red petals danced around the room as it slowly overwhelmed all in its grace, leaving behind only soot and ash – a slow and unforgiving death. But for him, death was not granted. Or rather, his apparent invulnerability to fire tortured him by giving him a punishment worse than death.
All of a sudden, there was a thunderous boom in front of Robert and he was taken aback in terror. Waves of displaced debris rained onto him as he instinctively shielded himself by covering his head with his arms. When the man peered up from the corner of his eyes, he could discern the demonic flash from the entity's eyes piercing through the dense smoke, glaring into his own.
"For the attempted treason against Devil Lucifer, you are hereby banished from all levels of hell and to roam the Earth for all of eternity!"
The mysterious phantom started laughing sardonically as his body pixelated into a cloud of flames, leaving Robert all alone to battle with the strangling heat of the inferno. It was a long-established routine to set ablaze any traitors of hell in this room before exiling them back to the land above – Earth. The helpless man frantically crawled away from the burning edges of the room to the safe centre, but he was eventually trapped as the boundaries drew nearer.
He finally came to the realisation as to why burning was the most severe penalty in the book of hell. The blistering heat was so intense his skin was liquefying even though it was supposed to be resistant to the extreme temperatures of the underworld. Robert groaned in distress as the fire got closer, before howling in sheer agony; hoping to scrutinise some help from his pack but none came to his rescue.
As the flame started igniting his skin, he savaged out a shattering shriek, and it penetrated through the destruction in the room; the pain surged rapidly and exceeded his tolerance level, it felt like his skin was bubbling. Before he even knew it, the ground beneath him mysteriously cracked apart like a fissure, and he plunged into the dark crevasse – banished, forever.