Spirit? Was he a spirit? His soul had been damned for so long he himself wasn't even sure. But he had to warn her. Warn her so she could warn the world of the illusion they had been tricked in believing. So he waited for the right time, but he feared time was running out. But what did he know? Human years passed far slower than those in "Hell." He hated that name. Hell. His home for longer than he could remember. He hadn't given the spirit realm a name. But his dear old friend had different plans. A friend who named his home Hell because it was the opposite of Heaven. Heaven, the illusion they were all tricked to believe in. Heaven, the real Hell.