The Seventh Circle of Hell is a place the strongest of demons fear to tread. In my time as the Doom Slayer, I have only been here once. It is here that the Shadow Dwellers live. They are stronger, faster, and more adapted to Hell's environments than demons such as the Baron and Mancubus. The Seventh Circle is home to Hell's most wicked creations.
I approached the gates to the Seventh Circle of Hell. They stood twenty feet high and were adorned in skulls, both human and demon. I pushed the heavy iron gates open slowly and they creaked, as if they had gone unused for centuries. As I proceeded through the gate, I saw a blur go flying past my face. The welcoming committee.
I grabbed the blur as it flew by again. I tossed it into the light and beheld a new form of demon. It was about seven feet tall with matte turquoise skin. Its long claws were as sharp as a sword and as dark as the night. It spat a ball of pulsating Hell phlegm that hit me directly on the visor. My vision blurred and when it cleared, the creature was gone.
Whatever that thing was, it was dead as soon as it reared its three-eyed head again. I continued on, slaughtering the semi-normal demons every step of the way. I came to large, rusty gates barring the path further into the Seventh Circle. I tore them off their hinges. Nothing would stop me from reaching my goal.
