Where is your God when you need him most, when your life has failed and it has come to an end? He has rejected you as if you were not human as any other! The gates of Hell close to no one! No one shall be left behind! Not everything in Hell is about torment, as your God suggests. You may have a place in the hierarchy if you pledge your life and all you have to the fiends that are within. O, kings and peasants! O, wise men and wretches, tremble! Tremble before us! We will capture you yet! Feel the grasping clutch of Beelzebub at your heart! It is easier to follow us than the path of Heaven, and so much more rewarding. Feel yourself sink deeper into the oblivion that is Inferno. And even if you don't pledge your spirit, we have you anyway. Our thorns puncture your soul and drain your life. We will entice, entwine, and ensnare you! Be warned, O mortal! Feel the rasping breath of Death burn black on your shoulder!