What is hell? A cave on fire? A really big cave on fire? Most see hell this way, if not simply a haven for twisted fates and demented desires. A place where hope goes to rot...and pain festers in the flesh of the damned. But what is hell really? It is a monument to the despair of one who was once great. One who was loving and kind. Who wanted nothing more then to see his brothers and sisters live in bliss and harmony. One who was punished for holding dear to his affection for his father. Hell served as a place of mourning for the great weeping son. A place where he would share his lament with the filth his father cared for so much. This was Lucifer's home.
It was a cavernous area, clouded by darkness and smoke. Subtly lit by cinders and brimstone. A crimson hue flickered across the bloodied and flayed skin Sam Winchesters as he dangled precariously from hook and cleavers on the ends of chains. His arms were held up by the heavy chains anchored into the walls. They dangled and swayed lightly. Sweat and ash welled up over the contours of his ample form. Disapproval was painted across Lucifer's face as he looked down at the pathetic heap of a man before him. His arms crossed and his head shaking in disappointment. "Oh Sammy..." The silence broke as Lucifer spoke, his voice gentle and sympathetic. "Why are you doing this to yourself? Why wont you let me help you?" Extending his hand, Lucifer put a finger under the barely conscious Sam's chin, and lifted his gaze to meet with his own. "I think you've had enough of all this...don't you?"