In good Inferno form, the last level was a frozen room, perfectly circular. The floor, or what could be called a floor, made from a plane of ice in which exactly one hundred people were entombed. Their hands, as frozen as the rest of the place, reaching out of the ice, faces twisted with screams looking out from just beneath the otherwise smooth surface. In the center of the room, where Satan should be held by the ice, stood a circular pillar that rose to support the domed ceiling above.
The pillar was made of plastisteel and stone and metal. An entirely smooth surface coated in ice. When circled, the Rider would find he could look in on three rooms, the sight blurred slightly by the frozen water.
It was in these rooms that the sinners resided. Safe behind the plastic that wouldn't crack or break even when frozen to forty below. There two men and one woman played with their victims. Each had been given nine. All were still alive. All suffered while those three sinners ignored everything but the ones they tormented.
The final door of this hell shut behind the rider, trapping him within.
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