The place was dark and murky, suffocating and befouled with stench of rotting corpses. Instead of heavenly songs Juan heard wailing and sobbing, crying for mercy and forgiveness and deafening curses.
At the dark caverns were miserable creatures who looked like human beings but in their state they have lost their earthy, much less, spiritual quality. They were the damned dead, the sinners, criminals, tragic lovers, tyrant rulers, drug traders, butchers of innocent people and even destroyers of mother nature.
Yes, unholy priests and other religious zealots who tortured the unrepentant and suspected witches were also here, writhing like beasts, far from their exulted positions in their churches/temples.
Even children who were not baptized found their way here. Juan was terribly afraid.
St Peter, please get me out of this place.
