All right, I have decided to give Lenehan's soul his ultimate fate.
The Afterlife of Lenehan:
Lenehan awoke in a large, dark cave. The ground was rough and rugged, and the entire room smelt slightly of blood. Lenehan could not see a thing, for he was in total darkness. Suddenly, a ray of light was cast upon him from the heavens above, and Lenehan heard a thundering voice call his name.
"Rise Lenehan!" the voice shouted.
Lenehan was startled by the voice, and complied immediately. Now that he was in the light, he noticed that he was clothed in a long black toga, similar to those worn by certain tribes of humans. As he looked up in front of him, more light began to flood into the room. He now saw that he was standing before a mighty throne, crafted of pure adamantine, thousands of miles high, long, and wide. Seated on this grandiose throne was a glowing figure dressed in an impenetrable suit of armor. He was tall like a human, wide and bearded like a dwarf, and had ears like an elf. Lining the sides of this cave were two long rivers of boiling blood, which stretched into the distance behind Lenehan. Lenehan now knew that he was in the great hall of Armok, the creator and god of blood.
"Lenehan," Armok began, "You stand here before me to be judged for your actions during your life. You should know that you are accused with the indirect murder of Jackal and Modi, as well as a great crime against Dwarfiness. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
"Great Armok," stammered the dwarf, "You know that I only did what I did out of love for my fellow dwarf. I only wished for them to know the greatness of our Elven companions."
"Silence fool!" roared the blood god, "Know you that I have damned dwarves for crimes far more venial than those those of yours? In addition, the daemons in Hell have claimed your soul for themselves."
Lenehan began to shudder, for he feared that eternal damnation was imminent.
"However," continued Armok, "Your suicide dealt a blow, albeit a small one, to the daemonic forces. The cults in the living world have been a thorn since creation, and any resistance against them I reward greatly!"
"So I will gain entry to Heaven?" asked Lenehan intently.
"Not quite! But I will allow you to work off your sins in the meantime. Gaze behind you."
Lenehan slowly turned to do so, and the infinitely long throne room was suddenly illuminated.
"Before you gain entry into Heaven, I would like every floor and wall section smoothed and engraved. If you get started now, you might be done before year 3450!"
Lenehan gazed in shock at the blood god, who in turn simply motioned for him to get started.