🇬🇧Pride in Shackles: The Cursed Executioner⛓️🔥

He did not remember his name, only the whisper of prayers that for years escaped his lips while he was alive. But the heavens remained silent, and hell opened its arms. For the sins he could never atone for, he was cast into the abyss, where the air smells of sulfur and the cries of sinners never cease 🌫️💀🩸 Finding himself among the scorched rocks, he felt not terror, but disgust 😒 Looking at the crowds of those groaning nearby, he saw only worthless creatures, unworthy of even his gaze. "I tried to be pure," he thought, "and they — are just trash" 🤮🔥 When one of the demons approached to savor his torment, the man did not scream. He lunged forward with a fury unseen even in hell. With a single blow, he took the life of the dark creature, snatching a flaming sword from its claws 🗡️🔥 From that day on, he began his endless journey through the hellish wastelands. He became an executioner for those who were beneath him. He killed demons and the souls of the sinful with the cold confidence that he had the right. "He was atoning for his sins," he told himself with every swing of the sword, "but they — were not" ⚔️🩸 Amidst the fire and lava, his body changed: his skin became hard as obsidian, huge horns grew on his head, and the seal of his own curse scorched his chest 👺⛓️ But the irony of hell was that this very thought was what kept him here. He sought redemption but found only "Pride" 🌑⚖️ The same sin for which the greatest angel once fell had now become his eternal prison. By placing himself above others, he only sank deeper into the abyss, becoming part of what he so strongly despised 🎭🔗 Nothing was heard of him in the higher circles of hell 🤴🤝😈, no songs were sung about him 🎵🎶 Only the souls of the sinful, seeing his shadow amidst the fire, shuddered in horror, knowing that their personal executioner was coming for them 🗡👤🔥 And only you, those who read these lines, know the true price of his "righteous" fury 💥☄️