Let me go to Hell! I'm begging you! "I've done terrible things all my life. All because I've heard of Hell. All the cruel things they do to you in Hell, I dont care for that. Nor fear it. I want to see the fire. I want to BE it. Oh, how it would be to be burned and part of something so beautiful.. If I get sent to Hell and I get to be part of fire, it'll all be worth my terrible crimes. I've killed people, robbed banks, hurt children, killed animals in front of their owners, you name it I've probably done it. All to be a part of something so beautiful, so it's worth others suffering. I've never cared for others, not at all. My friend was the flames of a candle, or the fire from a misused stove. But people would try and take it away from me, saying I was dangerous. But I understand that fire shouldn't be contained. It should be free and should be worshipped. I argued with people to not put out fire, not to kill it. I've tried persuading people into joining it to become beautiful. But no one understands." I looked up from my knees, looking with pleading eyes at the Devil. Behind him are the Gates of Hell, and I'm so close. I can see the fire, hear it calling to me. "But you understand! Right?" My voice begging, begging to be consumed by the fire. "Please! You have to understand!" I pleaded. "I just want to go to Hell! To care for the misused fire, that shouldn't be contained. So I can be beautiful!"; Bubonic lore