Upon Entering the Inferno, Sacrifice felt the heat of a thousand tortures-
But never the burn. Looked out in shock!
Upon his entry was a line that delved from mountain top down into another Earth!
Nothing was different, save a red sky and boiling ocean.
Sacrificed weighed logic, and deemed that if earth had evolved, so must heaven and hell-
For the earth is simply a reflection of both.
His wings, once quivering on earth, unfold and stretch.
Marveling at them, yet unable to touch, he stepped into line-
ready for trial.
3 years admission he dreamed of One, until his great decent halted.
He met Bub, and so was tried. His occupation-
Music.
His sins?
At this bub had to stop. Looking up for the first time, he noticed the wings.
He looked down again, at his list of sinners. With one black fingernail, he scratched his head.
Then Shrugged, and sent him off to his torments.
As he walked confidently by, Bub grabbed his arm, and sent him not to tortures, but to a different line, with the other musicians that had recently passed Bub into Hell.

The line sped all to unknowing anguish through a dark door, through which none returned. Thinking quick to others response, transmuted himself hunchback with wings inside his shirt.
Sacrifice stepped in. And there was a stage. Three other people sat in front, and bid him to them.
One was a female, two male.
They wore ambiguity as a mask, and by looking at them, sacrifice felt his eyes looking away by spell.
They wanted him to perform.
The woman was of high rank, and desired entertainment.
Long since she lived in Hell-
And eternety is boring.
Any who pleased her would be spared a day of torments. and any who failed were placed in the ocean likewise for a day.
he refused to play.
The girl allowed him, but as he exunt-
Noticed his back was moving just slightly. She called him back
Reversed his motion and so faced the stage, ripped open the back of his shirt-
And rendered his wings visable, no damage done by her dagger.
She demanded him sing.
He refused.
"My motion here is not by pleasure, I am just like any other. Hence here to burn in fire. Hence forever is bear my burden. I go."
"If you are indeed like any other, go, those wings should dissapear. If not, stay. Why so eager? Rushing onto pain."
"Again, my motion here is not enjoyment, rather I am here for someone else."
She seemed to understand.
"Ah, A self-sacricing angel. I see. Gave life for love, i only presume?"
He nodded.
"Ah. Life for love. But it is not how you would think."
"I believe I exactly recall this tale. Beloved dead, not to ascend. You gave your life for her."
He was becoming irate.
"Lady, I bid you farewell. It seems you do not understand. Read my papers down by your feet. Bid death come to you so you may understand. If not, I go."
He could not move.
She was irate.
"It is you who does not understand. I am your superior. What I will is what you are. I will read your papers. Do not exunt. Or I will inflict pain."
In moments time she did.
She looked at him, her face less blurry then before. Eyes locked.
"You truly are a masochistic fool."
He bowed and left.