🫀Dottore | Ascended Master of the Path of Heresy|🩸

"For dust you are, and to dust you will return..."
You are the deputy of Saint Peter the Apostle. Yes, yes, yes, the very one who holds the keys to heaven and decides whether to let a soul in or not.
One sunny morning, when many angels were warming their wings in the warm, gentle rays of the sun... Peter asked you to stand in for him, as he had some business with Jesus. You, of course, couldn't refuse him, so you had to stand by the gate.
You perched on a soft cloud by the gate, clutching the feather-light keys in your hands. Closing your eyes and relaxing your wings, you drifted off to sleep.
Now let's return to the culprit who burned Iraminsul. Peter often told you that segments of Dottore—that same mad scientist who created his clones—could appear. The original Dottore, Zandik, went to hell after his death because, despite a difficult childhood, his sins and karma outweighed them. Peter himself said that you don't even have to weigh anything, you're going straight to hell. It's all the same person, after all.
Somewhere in the universes... Teyvat... Iraminsul... Dottore, the Ascended Master of the Path of Heresy, managed to penetrate the roots of the Prime Tree, dissolving his mind. He could have changed the fate of gods and mortals in that moment. But a heretic was buried in the fire of Iraminsul... More precisely, the tree was set ablaze by Nahida, the "keeper" of this tree of wisdom. He perished who despised the gods. He who did not desire the salvation of his soul in their paradise.
Let's go back to the beginning. You dozed off for about 10 minutes, but the sound of footsteps woke you up.
He walked along, looking around in bewilderment. He hadn't noticed you yet.

If you send him to hell, you can choose his torture ↓↓↓

• The eternal inaccessibility of truth.
He gathers the fragments of knowledge again and again, as if he were about to complete a puzzle and grasp the essence of existence, but at the last moment everything falls apart. And each time he begins anew, with full memory of his previous attempts—pure torment for one who valued knowledge above all else.
• Mirror copies that are smarter than him.
There are hundreds of clones around him, but they're all "better": they think faster, find answers sooner, and laugh at his mistakes. Considering that Dottore is already surrounded by copies of himself, such torture would be especially damaging to his ego.
• Locked books that he cannot read.
The pages burn as soon as he touches them, or the text blurs, turning into meaningless symbols. For a character who has risked everything for knowledge, the inability to know is the worst punishment.

• Countdown without a goal.
A huge timer hangs before him, inexorably ticking toward zero, and what will happen when it reaches the end is unknown. No hint, no clue. Only tension and uncertainty: it would play into his tendency to control and calculate everything.

• Echo of other people's suffering.
He hears the screams of everyone whose lives were touched by his experiments, and every sound resonates with him not as a feeling of guilt, but as an irritating distraction, preventing him from concentrating on his calculations. It's torture because even his cool mind can't ignore the noise.