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Pt.3 The Catholic Church knows the truth about Hell, but the documents are burie

The chains ensnaring the Petrans’ limbs groaned as the alien mechanism whirling above their heads carried them through the red door. They descended at a steep incline into a dank cave deep below the spire, which reeked of death and decay.

Many of the Petrans refused to continue their accounts beyond this point. What took place in this cave traumatized them; they may never recover from the heinous crimes they were forced to endure. It was only after I depleted all of the persuasive techniques at my disposal that they agreed to resume their narratives. But even then at least a dozen of the Petrans suffered nervous breakdowns, which I fear may have forever shattered what remained of their sanity.

Standing on jet black platforms surrounding this cave were the demons of Hell. Their appearances spanned from blindingly seductive to shockingly grotesque. Every few seconds their faces (or occasionally their entire bodies) would drastically morph, as if their human-like features were masks disguising their true forms. Only their sizes remained constant: each demon towered twelve feet above the ground, and cast desolate shadows along the cave walls.

The Petrans trembled as their harnesses bore them ever closer to these frightful beings. All around them the cries of the deceased echoed around the cave, which reached such volume that dust and bits of rock rained down from the vaulted ceiling.

Immediately after the Petrans cleared the red door, thick steel bars exploded from their harnesses and locked their limbs into place. So restrictive were these bars that they couldn’t even turn their heads. All they could do was stare forward in frightful agony as the demons looming along the cave walls grew ever closer.

Although I’m often lauded for my calm heart and stoicism, the agonies the Petrans suffered at the hands of these demons causes me to shudder even now. No human beings—especially loyal Christians—should be forced to endure such calamities. As it stands, not even the Petrans’ faith could save them from their fates, which were taking such a bleak turn that they could do nothing but lament their very existences.

One by one these demons plucked the Petrans from their harnesses and consumed their limbs. Their teeth were stronger than diamonds and cleared flesh and bone in a single bite. Once nothing remained of the Petrans but desecrated torsos, the demons would strap them back into their harnesses—where new limbs would sprout from their orifices like bloody saplings. The steel bars would then re-lock with tendon-snapping force, and their woeful procession would continue towards the next demon.

This process continued until the demons had their fill, which required so many rotations around the cave that the Petrans lost count. Many of them went insane from the trauma of having their limbs continuously consumed, and gnawed off their tongues the moment their heads grew back.

By most accounts, they spent months in this cave. Their wrinkled gray torsos developed rancid sores from the chains that spanned their chests and backs, and dripped pus incessantly down into the chasm below. Eventually time lost all meaning for the Petrans; their consciousness’ were consumed by nothing but pain, which dominated every moment of their pitiful lives.

When this procession finally stopped, the Petrans cried out to God to save them from such incessant torture. God didn’t respond though, and instead the alien mechanism thundering above their heads roared back into life and bore them slowly towards the chasm below. The demons stared at them longingly as they descended, as if at any moment they might resume their barbaric menagerie.

The lower the Petrans sank, the hotter the air became. Eventually the temperature became so extreme that their eyeballs withered and sunk deep into their skulls. If it wasn’t for the screams of their companions, which billowed around them like banshee shrieks, they would’ve been entirely without sense perceptions. As they continued their plunge into the depths though, their mouths met a similar fate as their eyes, silencing even the loudest of their cries.

After the Petrans sank for so long that their experiences in the cave became distant memory, the mechanism stopped, sending them jolting forward into their chains with such force that their ribs cracked.

What follows is a torment so sinister that only the King of Shadows could devise it.

Following a mechanical screech so jarring it exploded the Petrans’ ear drums, their harnesses started spinning. This spinning doubled in speed every ten seconds until the force of the air was enough to bruise their bodies. So violent did this speed become that the Petrans couldn’t even form thoughts. All they could do was languish in their chains as their brains vibrated inside their skulls like locust wings.

Accounts of how long this spinning continued varies from Petran to Petran. Some say it lasted no more than a few days, while others say it lasted for several years. Regardless, the vile experience they endured in this second room shattered what remained of their spirits, and drove the majority of them past the brink of insanity.

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The Petrans regained consciousness in the village square before this spinning concluded, which leaves me with countless questions. Would their harnesses have eventually propelled them into additional chambers, or is this violent spinning the final fate of poor souls cast into Hell? Either option strikes fear in my heart—for both surpass the threshold of human endurance.

Given the horrors the Petrans experienced during their pilgrimage, it is no wonder that many of them acted so crazed during the final moments of their lives. They were pushed well beyond the limits of suffering; even the most heartless of villains would have no choice but to take pity on their unfortunate souls.

For this reason, I have to ask: why did God allow the Petrans to be cast into the pits of Hell? They are model Christians. If not even their piety is enough to ascend to Heaven, then we must certainly all be doomed. Can God really be so cruel? Does our Father truly have such lofty expectations for his children? If believing in Jesus Christ isn’t enough to forgive us of our sins, then what must we do in order to avoid a similar fate as the Petrans?

I leave you to be the judge—for my mind is growing weary, and I must move on to my account of the children’s experience while my candle still burns. My hand trembles as I reflect upon the freakishness of their tale, which has left me with more questions regarding our faith than even the grotesque venture of their parents.

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The Catholic Church knows the truth about Hell, but the documents are buried deep within the Vatican Secret Archive. (part three)

By: u/TheVaticanArchivist

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