about twenty feet away from the main doors. Feeling certain that it would be locked tight when I reached it, I tried turning the handle on the door and was pleasantly surprised to hear it click open. The doorway opened out into a vast and surprisingly green courtyard dotted with withering trees. A short distance away I could see the great hall. It was more like a large block of granite with a set of grandiose doors rather than anything splendid like you would expect. Slowly I made my way between the trees, I was chronically aware that I no longer had the protection of the monk so every step I made towards the huge building was carefully placed. An eerie silence filled the air and all it could take to bring down a horde of Hellish minions was a simple twig breaking. Travelling the short distance was painstaking but as I moved closer to the main entrance I spotted two of those gargoyle-like creatures standing guard on either side of the doors, torches burning furiously above their contorted heads like the rage that must dwell inside them. Using a nearby tree to hide I studied their movements, hoping that at some point they would break from their stances and go elsewhere. I could feel frustration begin to well up inside me as they showed no signs of moving. Eventually, I guessed that I would have to find another way in, and that was when the idea suddenly occurred to me. I had gained entry to the courtyard via a small service door and I was certain there must be another such entrance into the building itself. I was already on the east side of the building so I started off in that direction, again trying to be as much of a ninja as possible. Fortunately, for me, the parameter of the decaying building was lined only with grass which seemed to emit a pungent odour every time I stood on it. My intuition had been spot on for once in my life. After a few minutes of walking I finally found the smaller door I was looking for. I approached it with caution, aware that it could take only the smallest of sounds to alert the Grimoyle’s to my presence in their realm. I reached out and grabbed the wrought iron handle, surprised to find that it was warm instead of cold. That meant someone or something had not long used the door and could still be close by. I was going to have to do my best ninja impersonation from that point onwards. Turning the handle I slowly edged the door open, trying to create just enough of a gap so that I could peek inside. I really shouldn't have been surprised by what I saw given that I was in Hell, but I could still feel my stomach lurch as I peered into what must have been the kitchen. A Grimoyle was standing near a work table, a meat clever in its hand. On the table lay a naked man who I did not recognise was spread out on the table, large nails had been hammered through the palms of his hands and the shins of his legs. I watched as the Grimoyle grabbed hold of the man’s penis and yanked it hard enough to tear it free from his body and discard it to the side like a used tissue. The man let out an agonised scream which briefly filled the air. My natural instinct to help him was tempered by what the monk said earlier about the woman who had endured a similar torture only a short time ago. No soul in Hell wasn't there for no reason. They had all done something to deserve their punishment. But still, as I watched the winged demon begin to hack at the man’s thigh with the meat cleaver I couldn't help but wonder just how long that punishment should be for. I continued to watch the demon heft the severed leg in its bony claws. It seemed impressed with the weight and trotted off towards a set of stairs which seemed to lead upwards. If I was going to infiltrate the building now was my chance. As quietly as I could I snuck into the kitchen and closed the door behind me. I noted that the demon had left behind the bloodstained meat clever. I quickly made my way over and grabbed it. Holding it in my right