Week Fourteen Reading: Inferno, EC

Dante's Divine Comedy translated by Tony Kline

We had now reached the six, seventh, eighth, and ninth levels of Hell. The city burned red as if on fire. For I found out the eternal flames of Hell burned here. As we entered the city, hundreds of angels fell towards us. They were angry with us. They could not understand why I was here because I was still alive. My master asked to speak with them in private, leaving me alone in Hell. I begged him not to leave me. I was sure that would be the end of me. He turned to go in and the angels shut the gate in his face. He walked back angered but knew he would win in the end.

This is a depiction of the City of Dis which hold the final levels of Hell. Source: Fandom

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