"Not what you'd expect from it, though, is it?" A party, attractive and willing people, as many drinks and drugs as they can wish for, and to top all that off, all the pain and torture a sadistic soul like his could ever dream of. Doesn't look a whole lot like Hell to him.

"Good," he says at first, thinking of better words to describe it. "I feel... light. I can feel my heart beating, and my fingers are tingling, my skin is electric. I feel an energy... is that how it's supposed to feel?"