Slothful

We finally entered the other end of the U-valley, which turned out to be a series of trenches that were laid out horizontally for several miles. The first trench contained a horde of lost souls all scrambling up a hill that was in the middle. They were driven by a pack of angry demons, who were whipping the living shit out of everyone they possibly could. "We're now entering the section of sins that deserve the cruelest of torturers. Since these crimes were all committed to people who loved the person and endured all of the shit they put them through, all of these souls must now endure demons whose only pleasure in existence is making them miserable. These are the lazy fucks. Mooching off your stuff, guilt tripping their parents all day, and abusing their girlfriends who work hard to pay for their fat asses. Or boyfriends, whatever, I'm not here to be gender friendly. The point is, now that they are in Hell, no one is going to put up with their shit anymore. If someone would rather just sit down for a minute, they get a whip across the face. If someone finally gets up the hill and wants attention for doing something, they get a whip." I had been walking through Hell for hours now and not once had I felt happy at watching the suffering souls. That now changed. It wasn't a shock that the lazy people were right next to the ignorant since it was a very fine line that divided the two. These people weren't skipping class just because they didn't want to learn, they just couldn't be bothered to go at all. Or to work at their jobs or anything else. We moved around the outer rim of the trench so as to avoid the whipping demons and moved onto the next section.