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[[Me: Caleb, Caleb. You sure know how to win 'em over! 8D[/sarcasm]]]
Moé sniffed slightly.
See, her heart said. It's better this way. He has no problem with your masochism whatsoever.
'I just wish I could do something right', Moé thought to herself.
Sucks that you're a complete failure even to the person with the lowest expectations of you, huh?, her heart responded.
'Yeah...', she thought, her shoulders slumping. 'Mr. Lemming was right. I should let Caleb... be...'
She kneeled, crying in silence.

Moé couldn't bear it any longer, and, taking out pen and paper, she wrote her last words.
'You win, Mr. Lemming.'
She took her gun, and once again shot herself.
The clocks drew to a stop, and due to this, the entire house was in complete silence once again.
She fell onto the ground, her bright red blood staining the floor and her suicide note.

Moé was instantly transported to the First circle of Hell.
There was a bunch of people sitting around doing nothing.
An intercom came on 'THIS IS THE FIRST CIRCLE: ATHEIST LIMBO. FOR THOSE WHO DENIED FAITH'.
~*~
Robin appeared in front of Caleb.
"If you tell my father about 'Mr. Lemming', Momo'll be back in a small time. Her soul is currently in the first circle, and-- huh?"
~*~
Moé, who became increasingly bored, pretended she was a Hell Wardess and began hitting people for imaginary sins.
"Stop killing puppies!", she said maniacally as she kicked an adult male.
For disrupting the melancholy, a chasm appeared beneath her, sending her to the next Circle.
~*~
Robin paused.
"Sh-she's in the Second Circle! Lust. This can't be right!"
She went next to Caleb, and took out a screen surveilling Moé's actions.
"Tell me if you notice anything that makes... sense."
~*~
Moé was being thrown around in an anti-gravity turbine room. The object was to keep the men on one side, and the women on the other [with a Demon Ward seperating anyone who went too close], since the wish for bodily pleasure would drive one insane in the non navigationable environment.
Moé, still trying to entertain herself, was doing spins and turns. She accidentally progressed to the male side; one figure reached out at her, but, uncharacteristic to the supposed reaction, Moé kicked the pervert in the face, along with the others. the Demon Ward was wide-eyed, in shock.
~*~
Robin was receiving an intercom-esque message, easily audible to anyone in that vicinity.
"L-Lady robin! An inmate at my post is acting very unusual."
"What do you propose, Asmodeus?"
"I'm sending her to the third circle."

Robin paused.
"That it isn't your--or her-- fault that she was driven to suicide! Ooh, ooh, more!"
She was actually entertained by Moé undoing all the punishments.
~*~
Moé was forced to lie in snow, with hail mixed with rain pouring from above; to intensify said punishments, her corset was taken away, decreasing her warmth.
Cerberus picked out those who tried to have sustenance of said snow and ate them, therefore keeping a constant square meal; this was the third circle, of gluttony.
Moé caught the creature's eye, and put a bit of snow to her mouth.
But she didn't eat it.
As if some sort of pseudo-tease, she kept on raising the ice to her mouth, but not eating it.
This made the three-headed dog weary and depressed.
~*~
On the intercom directed to Robin, one could hear a dog faintly whining.
Robin wailed.
"Awwww. Cerby, send her to the next one, if you want..."
there was a bark, and on the screen, Moé was shoved through another chasm.
~*~
Moé appeared in the greed section, where two side were pushing huge money bags to crash together, where Mammon would seperate the bags, should they get too close to hitting each other.
Moé got an idea, and instead of pushing the bag, she climbed it, and sat on top of it.
"Push, push! I haven't got all day...!"
Mammon, enraged, sent her through another chasm without even asking Robin.

Moé was to choose between either sloth or wrath; sloth to lie underwater, and wrath to fight other on the surface.

Once again, she chose the third option, and swam instead.
Amon and Belphegor, regional Demon Wards, shipped her to the sixth.

In the sixth, she showed no visible pain form the flames; she knew she wasnt going to die, the punishments didn't hurt.

Then there was the middle ring of the seventh; the suicides. She was turned into a bush, but as a harpy came down to slash at her, she wound her thorns around one of its legs, effectively trapping it. The harpy, horrified, sent her down to the next circle.
~*~
Robin shrieked.
"Oh, no! The alchemist circle; eighth, bolgia 10. Where all alchemists go to when they... die. Moé, being a student is no exception; that's where she'd be classified into..."

Robin shrugged.
"Eh. In some surveillance, I could see the difference."
~*~
The Ward of that section-- a group of winged, stereotypical demons-- pushed Moé to Bolgia 10, placing her in the middle of a row.
She saw a vacant one, gathering dust, and everything clicked together.
She began screaming-- not out off terror of what was going to happen to her, but that place was most likely reserved for Caleb.
~*~
Robin paused.
"Before the torture, she's screaming. Huh. Flamel's telling her to shut up, though. So is Jabar ibn Hayann. Hey, she's got all the famous ones nearby! How comical."
Robin blinked.
"Torture for alchemists who've died--even students-- is supposed to be the victim being subjected to various... diseases."
She pointed to one of the Wards, who had a syringe, and was injecting people with it.
They developed symptoms of various fatal diseases, writhing and screeching in their pain."
Robin cleared her throat.
"There are no more circles of Hell, so Moé is trapped there until you redeem her."

Robin sighed.
"Goddamnit, Mr. Lemming! So selfish..."
She flew after him with her wings, hovering in the air.
"You sick, selfish b*****d! I'll make sure that, when you eventually die, that you suffer from the plague. I can do that, since I'm the ******** princess of Hell. What a dumbshit you are!!"

Robin laughed, and, taking out a black tarot card, was cushioned by one of her horde. The demonic behemoth also freed her throat, and then vanished.
"Sadly, I hold no love for you, and I'm much more powerful than she is."
She put her hands behind her head, and, in a flash of light, her horns grew down to her back, static current were running through them, and red markings were on her body.
"You do realize you're getting less work done by shunning Moé, right?"