The tenth circle of hell.

Strange. He romanticizes hell.
Almost like he has actually been there.
Like the grimm, clad in the darkness of humanity
led him to the elevator to hell-
At gun point.
Coz scythes are old fashioned.

And they went up the nine levels.
No... Ten.
And the tenth circle is hell's best kept secret.
The tenth circle is where she rests.
Yes. The devil is a SHE.
You foolish mundane,
Blinded by tales written in your male chauvinistic world,
Only a woman can be so brutal yet so fair.

She sits at her station,
Room sparkling,
Despite the layers of debris,
Burning flesh,
Bloody whips and screams underneath.
He looks at her, eyebrows raised,
His stony muscles flexing to his rush.
And for once,
The flames on her skin
The flames of human sin
The flames to which she cringe,
disappear.
Replaced by
Flames of desire
Stronger than hellfire
Hot enough to extinguish her wrath.
And this time, the red on her skin
is her blush, not human blood.

Heh.
Who says the devil is a man.
Who says that hell
Is a dark, misty abyss
Of tears and suffering and guilt.
The weak, so fooled
By the light in her eyes that blinds them,
they mistake it for darkness.

The angel smirks under his breath-
In irony. In disbelief.
That he found the heaven he spent his existence searching,
In the last circle of hell-
The Tenth circle.