Your journey in the Underworld has made you stronger, wiser and more powerful. You managed to get out of every tricky situation, every apparent dead end in which your freedom got into, to avoid all traps, to transcend all dubious alternatives. Thus are you strong. However, the truth of this new condition is unveiled to you : you are alone, irremediably alone. But who could follow you so far on the path of knowledge and wisdom ? Who would have been mad enough to be able to proceed by your side on these hazardous tracks ?

You did not find in the relieving device of transcendence or in the wallowing consolation of unbound material pleasure an expedient to your awareness of the absurd vanity of your existence. For you did not find that consolation in others either.

Life is such that men try to give a reason for their being... Demons also do. Only the true damned understand. Demons have organised their being around the cruelty they inflict on the damned here below. They live for other's pain. The damned, they only have the terrible discussion of their conscience with itself !

Now, you remember... On the surface of the earth, others have never been the chalices of your misery. You refused to put in your love of others a justification for your existence. And the lovely ideas about love already made you smile. You know about the obstacle consisting in giving up one's life, body and soul to the loved one, in finding one's meaning in that person. Whereas each one is looking for himself in the other, nobody is present in himself so nobody meets. We come to wonder where the support to help our souls is. To live is not to be useful to the world. Living is neither deserving someone else's love. This is what you understood better than anyone else did.

This verse, intoned by a damned soul crossing the thick like ink river flow further away, resounds on the walls and knocks on your cognition's door. It is in Latin but you translate without difficulty. Yes ! Despair without sweeteners is the true salt of life !

" Just like in the very beginning chaos
Arose from nothingness,
In the end, chaos precedes nothingness.
Nothing but natural..."

These are the last words you can hear.

And once again you get lost in the infernal maze when suddenly, further away, you see the Nun. She and a few maids get through an opening concealed behind a curtain.

She did not see you. So you decide to follow her surreptitiously. In order not to loose sight of her you rush at the curtain : it opens out onto a small spiral staircase. You walk up the stairs three by three on tiptoe. The will to know a bit more about her overcomes you. A door up the stairs has just shut. No need to go further up ; she went that way. You open the door ; from the stilettos hammering the floorboards you figure out that she went left.

You nimbly dash yourself on her footsteps and end up at the back of a corridor from which two doors give on the same side.

You lean your head aside in order to listen to what may be said on the other side of the wall when – suddenly ! – the door opens and half a dozen hands snatch you in.

As for you, you are being undertaken by these maenads who lick, scratch and suck you. Not a single part of your body is spared ; tongues, lips, breathings, your whole chest is lapped up and sniffed.

The Nun thrones in the middle of this pile of human as much as animal flesh and fleeces. She is not attending any kind of intercourse but takes part in all of them. All the eroticism comes from her presence. Mute and motionless, she is conducting like a master that indistinct chaos of skins and secretions, moans and panting. Her beauty imparts on every face.

The continuous torsion of bodies under the strokes of pleasure, the communion of formerly lone beings within the mixture of genitals reach perfection and virtuosity.

The atmosphere is heavy with fragrances. But from time to time a pungent and hot puff engulfs your nostrils. The sight of a smooth belly lump, of a breast being slightly lifted or tossed or the one of an evenly curved calf suggests more ecstatic desires.

Down here, everything is lust, curve and pleasure. It is a real orgiastic ceremony... not one of those, sometimes prepared by mortals in their vain attempts for licentiousness, or in their nonetheless silly idolatrous invocations.

What you see here, which you are fully involved in, has nothing in common with the so fake and pathetic spontaneity of group sex. In here, there is no love, no jealousy or frustration.

... a strange sympathy phenomenon starts to operate a fusion between your body and the one of the young woman whom you are having intercourse with. But in the end, this is only the logical finish of the ceremony : each couple's bodies begin to enter one another as if they intended to be only one body. The weird coitus permutations make some mutations go through strange Siamese combinations. Hands clung to one another enter a unique arm with two elbows, which ends up being swallowed by two shoulders at once. Tongues mix and stitch together, then lips do. Thus two faceless heads cannibalise each other.

Even you are seeing your body disappear in a fusion well under way with your partner when suddenly the Abbess rushes at you and, by the authority of her bare hands, she interrupts a process that looked irreversible and tears apart both bodies with already a single desire : to be absorbed in each other. The fusion reversal leaves two flabbergasted and sweating individuals sat in front of one another.

The beings moulded by the joining of two are neither hermaphrodite nor sexless as should have been the result of this strange alchemy. Monads are not recomposed. They are male and female.

And everybody goes back to where he came from, readjusting his hairs or an askew horn. As a matter of fact, everyone leaving is more sexed than ever before...

Gorgeous and majestic, the Nun of Hell is standing in front of you. Then, in a totally unexpected way, she holds out her hand to you. And you expected another good telling-off ! Here you are, as candid as in the beginning !

At last ! The Nun of Hell has realised who you were. You are the one she was waiting for. You are the one they were all waiting for... You put your hand in hers.