It was an enormous monolithic arch, 100 feet across and 8 feet thick, partially buried in the reddish soil. Engraved deeply into its smooth surface, written in the angelic language, were the solemn words: Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here. The red sun stood low at their backs, glistening off the surface of the 10-foot band of arching granite, an eternal sunset on the barren landscape. Satan remembered this place well. It was from here that he had first viewed this realm that was to become his eternal kingdom; his eternal prison. It seemed little different now, really. The only things missing were the few meager desert bushes and patches of yellowish grass that once populated this windswept plain. He stretched out his arms to the great ring. “It was through this very portal that we arrived in this savage land so many years ago, and it is through this very same portal through which we shall ascend once more to our rightful place in Heaven.” Satan turned to his closest confidant, the enigmatic and mysterious minion Metastopholies.
