[h2][center][color=yellow]Charles Clarkson[/color][/center][/h2]

[color=yellow]“Aja! I knew that they were hiding the fact that this is in fact hell!”[/color]

Charles watched the arrival of the new souls from afar using a telescope he managed to win at a raffle. Normally he would have tried to infiltrate the arriving souls and try to show them the lies of the Demons, thought this often ends in one of the sins kicking him out. The main reason he didn't infiltrate the arriving souls today is because his alarm clock didn't wake him up on time, because it had burned to ashes, like the rest of his house. Who knew that being burned alive could be so inconvenient once that he was dead.

Still he still had time to reach the entry road and try to “open the eyes" of these young souls and with Wrath leaving he had less chance of being thrown into the lava pit again. Running (and tripping) till he reached the entry road Charles sneaked into the crowd of souls as best as a flaming skull man could and raised his hand to ask a question. Not bothering to wait until Sloth noticed his raised hand, Charles began asking his question. 

[color=yellow]”Mr. Belphegor or more accurately Mr. Sloth, if this is not supposed to be the hell we were told about and it instead is some sort of underworld, why did you write hell first in the now burned sign? Did your subconscious unintentionally betrayed the secret truth of the sins and demon society?”[/color]If Charles had a face it would have a mix of a smug and inquisitive expression.