The seventh circle of hell, two steps closer to the heart of damnation, was for rebels: those who had cast off the natural order, who had defied their betters or refused to accept their place in die world. In ages past, those who had taken up arms against Macragge's Battle Kings had found themselves here, alongside children who had turned against their parents, and deviants and agitators of every kind.
It was a machine - a vast, complex, endless construction of cogs and steel that churned through the seventh circle. Rebels had failed to realise that they were required to be a part of a larger machine, and so the seventh hell was to educate them in their place. Sinners became a part of that machine, bent and stretched into component parts. The machine never let them alone, always twisting them or thrusting a piston through them, until they gave up their individuality in the hope of ending the pain. The seventh hell was not just a punishment, it was a lesson, and it would break the pupil's spirit in the telling.
"Oh, irony's all relative anyway. I added an extra circle of Hell where Monty Python fans quote lines at each other. It's torment for everybody else, but they all think they're in Heaven!"
