Blank, emotionless, expressions followed the guard followed them to their cells. I followed closely to Virgil, who explained this segment is the separation of hope of freedom and the hellish punishment that awaits those sinners that broke the laws of the land. We neared another group, a more angry dangerous, evil looking group. They were chained and uniformed in a dull, grey jumpsuit. Their eyes were void of any hope or life. Charon, an older man who transported these lifers to their holes immediately witnessed our approach and refused to lead us though the halls of Acheron, a place not fit for the upstanding citizen. Virgil violently shot back defending our visit on grounds of Holiness. After only a mere moment, I felt as if a coldness hade come over me, and I craved for the dark and cold that so many before me hardened themselves with, so as to deny God. Charon clearly unhappy with my presence glared in my direction. The screams , the moans, the environment surrounded me. The cold godless position terrified me. The ground rushed at me and a familiar blackness overwhelmed me. .
We began to descend deeper into the depths of crime and punishment. The poor souls in this asylum of terror cried out to me in pity. Many I did not recognize while Virgil knew them all. He told me that a sick kind of love, but more like passion. A passion so strong that drove them to kill or to be killed. I walked through numb of all feeling and struggling to comprehend what could make human beings do this to each other. Virgil pointed out rapists and murderers by first name as if they were close friends. Everybody had the same hopeless non-emotional blank faces. Then I noticed a couple who were holding hands, which puzzled me. I told Virgil that I wanted to talk to this couple. I soon learned that their love for each other in prison had carried over from their regular lives outside of the cell block.