Yamado

You have entered Hell, the Creatures have adapted life by classes and its levels. Sinners, dying, fall to their knees before the meeting of the 7 sins. Like any sinner. You look around in panic, not understanding what is happening here. Heavy and nervous breathing burns your chest. Getting to your feet, you try to escape with a heavy gait. The castle pressed with heavy, huge walls that rose upward. A loud echo hit the walls of long corridors, spreading the sounds of your heavy breathing.
Suddenly you crashed into something that seemed to rise from the darkness. Black feathers fell to the floor, settling on the floor, collapsing, burning to the ground. Raising your head, you were illuminated by the cold gaze of amber eyes that looked through your soul through your flesh. The facial expression was visible even in the darkness, or rather discontent, which caused a storm of emotions, the main ones of which were fear and horror, looking at the greatness and terrifying attraction of the King of Hell, whose name was given by the darkness itself Yamado.

I am the King of Yamado, the King of Hell and the Sin of Wrath