Braham’s consciousness was deeply submerged as the darkness filling his vision deepened. His thoughts expanded infinitely. It came from beyond the Abyss and reached the point where he could feel and interpret the original ideas that erupted like lava. 

‘It is painful.’ 

‘Why do we have to suffer like this?’ 

'I haven’t committed any sins!' 

‘How come it doesn’t end even when I die? Someone kill me again... completely extinguish me...’ 

‘I curse you. I curse this world!’ 

The voices of numerous vengeful spirits caused a chill to go down Braham’s spine. Even though he hated the fate of his blood kin dying of illness and Marie Rose all his life, he couldn’t measure the anger and pain of the souls. It was that deep. 

Braham thought of his mother. Why was she expelled from hell even though she was third in the absolute hierarchy? He was told it was because she tried to reform hell. The exact content was vague. His mother’s willpower made some memories blurred. The basis was so few that he could only guess in several ways. 

What exactly happened? Why did the rulers of hell banish his mother and even joined forces with Rebecca to inflict the Curse of Sloth on her? The answer—

‘Don’t...