A/N: Again, I had to take some creative liberties with this. I have no idea what Yen's religious background is.

Canto II

When I opened my eyes and the haze was cleared away, I instantly knew where I was: Hell. If the instant rise in temperature and the horrid smell wasn't enough of a hint, the beings that I saw limping and crawling around gave it away. I closed my eyes, hoping that the terrible scene would disappear and I would wake up, but it was no use. I turned around, and was once again met by my guide.

"Who are these people," I asked.

"This is the Vestibule ring of Hell," he explained. "It contains the people who are indifferent to both good and evil."

I looked around, amazed and terrified at what I was seeing. The people looked terrible. They had huge welts on their skin that were no doubt caused by the large amount of hornets and other insects flying around. I felt bad for them.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"A person can never truly be on the right path of life until they've witnessed others' mistakes and the suffering that those mistakes have caused for them," he explained matter-of-factly, as he continued to walk.

Not really understanding, I followed Danny. As we walked, I noticed that the scene had changed. It was darker and a bit more discomforting than before. We were also met by a strong wind.

"Welcome to the second circle of Hell," my guide told me, smiling when he saw the fear on my face. "This place is reserved for the un-baptized."

After a moment, a young Asian man, who literally looked like hell, came up to me. The man, though small and skinny, had a deep voice, speaking words that I couldn't understand.

Though I could not comprehend his native language, my guide seemed amused by whatever it was he had said. I looked at Danny questioningly. "He says hello," he told me, though by the half-grin on his face, I could tell that there was more to it than Danny's simple translation. "This is Yen."

"Hello, Yen," I said, trying to be polite to the tortured man. Still, I found myself staring at his pathetic condition.

"When he was alive, people called him 'the amazing Yen,'" Danny began. "He was a Cantonese acrobat, you know."

"That's interesting," I replied, not sure why he was telling me this information.

Again, the man spoke incomprehensible words and my guide bowed to him, in a manner that I assumed meant 'goodbye.' Danny and I walked away.

"Why did we meet him?" I asked as we walked on.

"I wanted to show you one of the people who best represent this circle of Hell," he told me. "Yen, as you can tell by his former title, was an amazing man. Had he been baptized, he wouldn't be here, suffering for all of eternity."

With that, a large gust of wind swirled around us, putting me into a haze much like the one I had experienced earlier.