Much like the little boy whose chubby legs were waving for my help, these stone pieces also held sinners whose legs were sprawled above them. Flames licked up, caressing their calves. Each sinner was stuck and didn't have the slightest hope of being saved.
Virgil and I came upon the head sinner in that area, the one who squirmed his legs most and burnt brightest: Pope Nicholas III. Seeing him in Hell pleased me for I detested those who corrupt church office. I went as far as to tell him that silver and gold are the only gods that he worships. I wanted to say much more but I knew that our time was limited. My guide once again was praising me for denouncing a sinner. God was right in his judgements. Who was I to question him by feeling pity?
Virgil lifted me up and carried me up the rocky wall up to the bridge so that we could look into the next ditch.
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