Somewhere in the fields of hell, a tall stone pillar stands, bearing a single soul for torture. Hanging by his wrists from chains, dangling, shamed, Mithias the vampire barely breaths. Blood drips from his exposed intestines, which hang from a clearly lethal wound across his abdomen. A giant devil licks blood off his blade in front of him with a satisfactory grin, then walks off, laving the damned to hang until the next day, when it all happens again.