With a gurgling rattle, the life of Lucius Haversham-Overstreet ended. At the last, his slobberous lips smiled. He did not fear Death.
Perdition, damnation, call it what you would was the logical result of a life lived in the manner he had. A smorgasbord featuring the vilest of desecrations must be digested eventually. Thus, the human turd he knew himself to be was destined for the sewers of Hades.
His spirit-self was dumped at the base of a towering peak of burning basalt with only one command: "Climb!" He did so, gleefully anticipating the torments eternity held for one such as him.