I told you my story in The Road to Hell. It was only the beginning.
Now the war in Heaven is over; the damned souls have fallen. All is as it should be. But Heaven is a fractured, broken husk. The Host is silent. The angels do not sing. The Father does not speak. All of it is frozen. Dying.
Except for Michael. Michael the Archangel is busy hunting. Everyone.
And I'm in Hell. This horrible place is a living cauldron of agony that engulfs the damned and burns them for eternity. And in the midst of all this chaos is me. But don't despair: this is just a means to an end.
A means to The End.
The Father made a mistake and I'm going to make Him end it. Because I know what scares the Father. And when you know what someone fears, there's no limit to what you can make them do.