"After what i did?" he thought. "I believe it was around a thousand years. And ive served a hundred or so, so i... Dont know. Then i go into purgatory and i get... Well i dissapear." he made a few lines on his scetch. "Im just a little sad about Yuki. She and i were going to get married and then... I was damned."<br/><br/>he started shading his sketch. "Every minute i spend in hell is absolute agony. Spikes in my throat, chains tearing me apart over and over. Torturers tearing my wings off, my tail. I'll go insane down there. I just know it."