Made with seventy different types of fire, one from the earth, the rest would not know but fueled by men and stones.
The skin of the inhabitants will be burnt then regenerated to go through the burning once more, forever reliving the vile but deserved experience.
They will eat from a tree which fruits are the heads of devils, neither will it fulfil hunger or nourish but be foul.
Drinking boiling water, which does not quench the thirst.
That is true humiliation.
Rather, Hell is a roaring beast which will ask if there is more to encompass, held by seventy-thousand ropes, each of which is held by seventy-thousand angels.
Truly a disgracing, painful, and endless punishment.
Once again, that is true humilation.