Last time, Cory and Kanye East made their way through the first seven layers of hell, fighting monsters and killing suicidal trees, what will happen this time? Well you'll have to read this chapter in order to find out, I guess.

The two made their way through the cliffs on the outskirts of the 7th layer of hell, slowly climbing up and down in order to get to the eighth layer, and then finally the ninth layer. Kanye was an expert climber, and Cory was an expert at getting towed around by Kanye's ropes.

Suddenly, a shrill screech echoed in the canyons, alerting Cory to the presence of a large bird-like creature with human faces. It flapped its wings slowly as it made it's way towards them, it's large shadow ominously moving over the cliff. It was the Geryon, the master of fraud. Cory got an idea as it moved closer and jumped from the cliff onto the monster's back, stabbing it, thus controlling it.

Kanye jumped down onto the creature next to Cory, and they rode the monster through the cliffs, toward the eighth circle. It was then that Cory realized that the creature wasn't large at all, it was only a fraud. The creature was actually a small emu, tirelessly flapping it's wings. The Geryon landed them safely next to the entrance to a long wind tunnel, the eighth circle.

As they entered, Cory realized that the entire length was full of punishments for different types of sins. Kanye jumped in and said, "Fraud, there are many different types of it, that is why the master of these lands has given fraud many different types of punishment."

They walked toward the first crowd of people, as Kanye explained "These are the panderers and seducers, those who tell lies and evilly trick people into liking them."

These people walked around in two lines, marching along. On the sides of both lines stood large, horned demons, each holding a whip. They whipped the humans all at the same time. With each whip crack, Cory flinched as he saw the pain of the people, knowing they deserved this for eternity.

Kanye motioned Cory to move on, and they walked forward to the next group of sinners, "these are the flatterers, those who use their tongues to trick others into servitude, vile creatures, they are."

They stood in a large pool filled with a brown, mud like substance. They howled, fought, and even cried as they stood in the pool for eternity. As Cory stared, a foul smell hit his nose.

"Feces," Kanye said as he plugged his nose.

"What?"

"That's feces."

"What is feces?"

Kanye looked down, ashamed at Cory's stupidity, "poop."

Cory got that word, he looked in disgust as the people fought in the human waste, giving the entire picture a new meaning. Cory fell down and threw up onto one of the people below's head, they didn't seem to notice. The person walked away and started to fight another person, still covered in puke.

The two moved on, coming across a bridge, to the next group of sinners. These people were placed with their heads within tube-like holes on top of the wood. At their feet were fires, some of them bigger than others. They never burned, but they seemed to feel the pain, "Ah, those who sold false items in the church, they are blinded and burned, never able to do anything but be tortured."

"Why are some fires bigger than others?"

"Some are worse than others."

Cory got bored of looking at burning people, and began to move on toward the next group. Kanye ran after Cory to catch up. They began to cross the next bridge, where people walked around with their heads twisted backwards, walking backward for eternity.

Cory looked at Kanye expectantly, but he said nothing. He merely walked toward a woman who said nothing as well. He stared at her, she couldn't see him, she was blinded by her tears. Kanye then walked away from her, a single tear rolling down his face.

"These are the sorcerers, those who tricked others with false magic."

"Who was that lady?"

"That was Hannah Montana, my old girlfriend who told people she could transform into two different forms."

Cory nodded, getting bored of these backwards headed freaks and decided to move on to the next part of the eighth circle. They came upon a large pit of tar, boiling tar to be specific. Around the edges were demons with large claws, and sometimes grappling hooks.

"What is this?"

"This is the tar pit for the corrupt politicians, they lay beneath the tar, unable to escape due to the demons. Forever boiling for eternity."

Cory watched as one tried to surface, only to be grappled by a demon and pulled toward the shore. Kanye walked to the demon and said something in a weird language. The demon nodded and grabbed the man, who still had a grappling hook in his shoulder.

"Tell us who you are, barrator." Kanye approached the damned victim, staring him down.

"O-oh…. It is you…"

"Tell us. Now."

"I-I am Justin Trudeau, prime minister of Canada…"

"Throw him back in."

The demon swung his hook around, Justin flying with it, and threw it out into the lake of boiling tar, making Justin disappear below the surface. The two outsiders began walking toward the sixth punishment. People in this area were forced to walk across a narrow beam for all eternity, weighted down by lead ropes.

"These are those who said something, but also said something else: the hypocrites. They are weighted down by the guilt they should have felt. See them shine? On the outside they appear pure, but they are vile on the inside." Kanye held up the emu from the third circle dramatically posing.

Cory began walking across the beam, occasionally pushing a few off. As they fell, they turned to ashes, only to be reformed back at the beginning. As Cory went on, he saw that as far as the eye could see there were beams with millions of people crossing them. The two quickly made their way to the other side of the bridge, trying not to fall off.

"We are nearly to the ninth layer, only a few more punishments to get through," Kanye began walking toward the next group of people, who were within a large pit. As Cory came upon the edge of the pit, he noticed it was full of large reptiles, some that he had never seen before. The worst part: there was no way around the pit.

"Careful now, they shouldn't hurt you but they might if you're not careful, young one."

Cory jumped down into the pit, slowly inching forward to the sound of hissing. Kanye didn't seem to mind, and walked quicker than Cory.

"These are the thieves, who stole from others to better themselves. They are trapped within this reptile pit, unchanged by the life they once lived."

Cory saw one man run toward him, he was short and bald. As Cory saw him get closer, he noticed the man had no iris's. No one in hell did.

"Young man, please save me from this pit of snakes, I am Napoleon Bonaparte, the great emperor of France! You must let me follow you to escape!" the man shouted, raising his arms up high.

Just as Cory was about to speak, a snake lunged at Napoleon, biting him straight in the face. The man screamed, bursting into flames as his body turned to ashes. Soon, he was reformed into a human, reborn from the ashes.

"Please, you must help me. I cannot live like this!"

"Well, I guess you could come with us, maybe…" Cory replied, unsure.

"Oh grazie! Thank you kind sir!"

The two made it to the end of the pit, where Kanye awaited Cory's arrival.

"You found Napoleon? I don't think we can actually save people down here, Cory."

They started climbing out of the pit. Cory and Kanye made it out, and Napoleon started climbing out, only to be stopped by a large man with the body of a horse, a centaur. Around him slithered many snakes, coiling around his body, hissing. On his shoulder sat a small, fire breathing lizard.

"Napoleon Bonaparte, it seems that you have sinned once again. Not facing your punishment, what a coward," Cacus, the centaur, shouted, grabbing the man and hoisting him on his back, running off.

Shocked, Kanye and Cory decided to just move on. Trying to forget what they had witnessed. The tunnel became more cavernous, becoming uneven with small walkways.

"We're getting closer," Kanye continued walking.

They came across a small ledge on the edge of the wall, with just enough room for them to walk across. Below them, in a gigantic pit, flames moved about, almost in a human manner.

"Those are the sinners below, trapped within flames for eternity. Some don't even remember who they once were. These are the counsellors of fraud, those who used their positions and power to deceive others."

The two quickly made their way to the next room, where a large demon with a bloody sword stood, chopping people.

"The sowers of discord, as once in life they separated others, now they are separated themselves," Kanye stared at the demon, and moved on. Cory quickly following, trying to get the picture out of his head.

They entered the final part of the eighth circle. Cory noticed everyone was sick and suffering. Various diseases could be seen such as smallpox, the plague, and even herpes.

"These are the remaining sinners who committed fraud, those who do not fit the other categories exactly. Much like a disease, they ruined society, and now they are ruined themselves. A perfect form of justice, no?"

Cory nodded, running through the field of sick people, witnessing crying, fighting, and disgusting images from the horrible diseases of the sinners. The two approached another large wall, with giants surrounding it.

"We are here. The ninth circle of hell. First we must get into it, though."

The two began to climb the wall, ignoring the giants, and eventually reached the top, Cory being towed along. At the top, Cory realized that it wasn't a wall, it was actually a large well that led into the ninth area. They began climbing down into the pit, making their way to the bottom. Surprisingly, the temperature began to lower as they came closer to the bottom.

Kanye and Cory jumped, landing on the bottom of the pit, in a large frozen lake. Within the ice were people, some lower than others. Some even had their heads sticking out of the water.

"These are those who are treacherous, those who have betrayed others."

At the word 'betray,' Cory realized that since he betrayed his country, he would now be within these people. He was destined to be buried within this frozen lake for eternity.

"There are three classes in here, those who betrayed their guests have their face out of the ice with their tears frozen to their eyes, those who betrayed their friends are the highest out of the ice, and finally, those who betrayed their country are held with their head barely out of the ice."

Cory thought about himself with his head barely out of the ice as he walked along. He accidentally kicked one of the head, turning around to apologize.

"It's ok, HE does it all the time."

"Who?"

"You know…"

Cory did not know. The two people continued onward across the frozen lake, reaching another group of sinners, all of which were below the ice, twisted in strange positions. Forever trapped in a prison of ice, never able to move or speak. The ultimate punishment.

"I have never made it this far, it appears there's a fourth group, those who have betrayed their lords. Much like their hearts, they are completely frozen in ice."

Cory then realized that he hadn't just betrayed his country, he had also betrayed his lord, the president. Cory wouldn't even have his head out of the ice, he would be frozen forever below the ice. He fell down onto the ice, looking down upon the person below. He started hitting the ice, trying to free the person, but the ice was as hard as concrete.

Suddenly, two figures appeared before Kanye and Cory. One was a tall man wearing a large red robe and a crown of branches. He held out a large medieval sword, ready. The other looked even more old fashioned than the first. He wore spartan armor, without the helmet, over a toga, holding his hooked blade at the ready.

"Why have you come, travelers?" the man with the robe asked, holding his sword higher.

Kanye turned to Cory, "I think this is Dante and his friend, the poet Virgil, my personal heroes."

Cory turned toward the men, "we wish to get passed you, to the final chamber."

"We cannot let you do that," Virgil held his sword up with both hands, ready to fight.

Dante charged at Cory, swinging his large blade in a sweeping motion toward him, which Cory dodged, sliding across the ice. Cory used his momentum to turn around, slicing the ice with his sword as he swung upwards, slicing Dante's robes, but missing the man.

Meanwhile, Virgil jumped toward Kanye, swinging his blade at the man. Kanye blocked with his metal boomerang he had grabbed earlier. Falling to his knees as he slid away, he threw the boomerang, only to have Virgil dodge the flying object.

Dante charged Cory, swinging his sword downward to hit the boy, but Cory slid around Dante, swinging his own katana at the man. Dante used his sword to push away and slide on the ice. Cory used the same tactic, closely following Dante at a high speed.

Kanye caught his boomerang, getting up and throwing it again. Virgil swing his sword at it, knocking it out of the air, but also knocking his sword out of his hand. Kanye charged at Virgil, swinging his leg at the poet, and his own hero.

Dante did a 180 degree turn on the ice, and charged at Cory, sliding at him with his sword held out. Cory blocked the attack, pushing Dante away with his katana. Dante turned his sword upside down in his hand, and grabbed a second sword out of his belt. Cory charged at the man, hitting and blocking attacks while keeping his balance on the ice.

Dante pushed Cory and threw his sword at him, catching Cory off guard. The sword hilt hit Cory in the knee, knocking him to the ground. Cory laid the on back on the ground as Dante walked toward him, his sword pointed toward Cory's chest. Cory quickly swung his katana at the man's feet, knocking him down as well, and making him drop his last sword. The boy used his momentum to regain his ground, standing above the swordless man.

"You mustn't do this, the thing we are guarding should not be seen by mortal eyes," the man pleaded.

"I must make my name right again."

"This isn't the way to do it, young one, there's more to this than you know."

Cory thought this over, and stabbed the man, claiming his first life. Kanye had also defeated Virgil, but the poet was merely knocked out. Cory and Kanye walked through the door to the final room, the center of hell.

In the center of the ice covered floor was a large creature with three faces. He was waist deep in ice, and chains covered his arms, tying him for eternity. The beast had gigantic wings on it's back, but they seemed nonfunctional. It was the epitome of ignorance, impotence, and hatred. Satan.

As they entered the room, they walked up a large rock that led near the beasts faces. As they approached, they were filled with dread at the horror of the beast. Satan lunged for them, but was unable to get to them due to the chains.

It spoke with a deep, raspy voice, cold as ice, "Welcome to the center of hell, fools."

Cory realized if he could slay this beast, he would be saved from his sins and could possibly escape his eternal prison of ice.

Cory drew his weapon, holding it off to the side as he stared into the eyes of Satan, determined to defeat the epitome of evil itself. The two stared at each other, a silence formed over the cold room. Kanye stood back and stared in horror at the beast.

Cory lunged at the beast, jumping onto it's nose and stabbing it a few times. Satan roared as it whipped its faces around, Cory holding on for dear life. He jumped up, slicing at the creature's wings, unable to make a dent.

"It's immortal, Cory, you cannot defeat it."

Cory, thinking Kanye was talking about his sins, started hitting harder, determined to defeat the creature, and, in turn, his sins. Cory continued slicing at the creature until he was exhausted, after which he fell from the creature, landing behind it onto the ice. He watched as he sank below the ice, accepting his fate.

Suddenly, he was in a different place, a warmer place. All around him was light. Across from him was a woman. She was very beautiful and looked angelic.

"Cory," she said, "you have done it. You have showed courage and have conquered all your sins!"

"But, I didn't defeat Satan…"

"No, but you have defeated his treachery. I am Beatrice, your guardian angel. You will now be transported back to the surface."

"Thank you, I didn't want to be trapped in a prison of ice…"

"Yes, I know. Just for your information, Kanye was planning on killing you for his master this entire time, but he seems to have spared you because of his empathy. I warn you, he has stolen some of Satan's spit, this gives him the power to revive someone who was once sent to hell."

"Don't worry, I don't think he's going to use it on anyone, I know him well."

Cory blinked, and was suddenly in the middle of a field outside Washington DC. He hit the ground, having not finished talking to Beatrice. He grabbed his katana, and began his long journey home.