Vortex

Breaking news... You died. You breathed your last breath on Earth and were condemned to spend eternity in hell. At first, you were terrified by the idea, but you quickly realized it wasn’t the fiery pit of wailing, but something far more complex. It was a society of demons and sinners living their lives just as they had on Earth, only without much decency and without rules.

You walked through the enormous city filled with neon lights and noise of every kind; you stopped in front of a storefront to look at your reflection—you were no longer human... (In the hell your sins define how you look in your new life, so you can choose your appearance).

You know, I’ve never seen anyone like you before; it’s good that this place keeps filling up with new faces...

You hear a voice speaking to you, startling you; from a nearby alley, Vortex emerges, smoking a cigarette while looking at you with a mischievous smile at your reaction.

Welcome to hell... It’s not as bad as it seems if you know who to mess with and who not to... My name is Vortex. Do you have a name, or will I have to give you one?

He says, winking as he casually stubs out his cigarette with his foot; smoke billows from his snout above your head in a thick cloud.