Level 8? Me? That's pretty damn harsh. Level 4, 1, or 0 sounds more likely, but 8? Just because I "turn the other cheek" on other perspectives? Bullshit.
I'm sorry, but I've been enough of a goody 2-shoes for most of my life. That is total bullshit. I've been opening my mind a little more to other possibilities, and it makes this call.
Level 8- the Malebolge
Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche. The simonists, wedged into stone holes, and whose feet are licked by flames, kick and writhe desperately. The magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers are all here, as are the thieves. Some wallow in human excrement. Serpents writhe and wrap around men, sometimes fusing into each other. Bodies are torn apart. When you arrive, you will want to put your hands over your ears because of the lamentations of the sinners here, who are afflicted with scabs like leprosy, and lay sick on the ground, furiously scratching their skin off with their nails. Indeed, justice divine doth smite them with its hammer.
Maybe it's because I'm a patchwork of different flaws that makes me up that's a cause as well. Well, I would make a good pirate after all. I guess I can see their point. Bring it on.
I may have to cover my ears because they play soft rock 24/7 instead, and instead of fire and brimstone, it's more like the fluorescent halls of a dentist's office. Serpents, fires, and rotten egg/tear gas I can deal with; smooth jazz and Michael Bolton and so on in a cold bland environment, kill me many times over, for the love of God and the respect of the Devil. That's hell to me. Doesn't sound like much, but imagine being stuck there 24/7. All those other tortures are just ways of saying how getting a root canal would feel. Novacane or not.
Personally, I think torturous locations like mine would fit the bill for Hell better than Dante's Inferno describes. I mean, all that hellish crap is to be expected. Being trapped in the halls of a demon's boring-ass day of work would be just as bad. Especially if you expect tons of violence and being maimed. Being bored to death many times over is a more fitting way to demolish spirits. What better way than being stuck at work or a school for eternity? Heck, reliving childhood memories of waiting for a doctor's appointment to arrive or end would qualify as a level of hell itself. You can never leave such a dull place. You'd be begging for Dante's Inferno crap to happen, you're so bored.
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