In a quiet town where shadows fall,
Lived Jack, a boy of seventeen tall.
With friends Claire, Emma, and Tom by his side,
A fateful encounter their paths did collide.

A witch named Selene, mysterious and pale,
Spoke of a journey beyond the veil.
"To Hell," she whispered, "come see its lore,
Its secrets and truths, its endless core."

Through a portal of fire, they crossed the line,
To a realm where darkness and power entwine.
The air was thick, the skies burned red,
A land of the damned, where no mortals tread.

Selene their guide, with her haunting grace,
Led them through Hell’s forbidden space.
"The souls here suffer," she softly said,
"Bound by the sins they lived and bled."

In halls of stone, the truth unfurled,
Of angels who fell from Heaven’s world.
Once bathed in light, their hearts grew cold,
By pride and wrath, their fate was sold.

Demons, Selene explained with care,
Were echoes of sins that mortals bear.
Not beasts of chaos, but forces of will,
Drawing the weak to their tempting thrill.

Through shadowed paths and valleys deep,
They learned of vampires who never sleep.
Of witches’ spells and wizards’ might,
Of ghosts that wander in endless night.

Selene wove tales of the world’s unseen,
Of creatures both vile and serene.
"Each has a purpose," she solemnly said,
"To weave the balance between the dead."

At Hell’s great heart, they paused in awe,
Before statues of beings that inspire dread and law.
Lucifer, Satan, and Beelzebub’s might,
Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan’s blight.

Belphegor stood with a gaze of disdain,
Each princess ruling their sin-stained domain.
Selene explained their eternal roles,
As keepers of power, as shepherds of souls.

Yet secrets lingered in Selene’s eyes,
A truth that no mortal could surmise.
"I am no witch," she confessed with pain,
"But a demon bound to Hell’s domain."

"My duty is clear, though my heart does ache,
To guide the curious to Hell’s great lake.
And if they linger, entranced by its lore,
Their souls belong to Hell evermore."

The air grew cold, and flames arose,
As seven figures from the fire imposed.
The Princesses stood with power untamed,
Their voices like thunder, their wrath unclaimed.

"You’ve seen too much," Lucifer declared,
"Knowledge of Hell cannot be spared.
Return to Earth? You’ll never be free,
For Hell will call, as it does to thee."

Selene’s eyes brimmed with sorrowed tears,
"I hoped you’d escape, despite my fears.
But the pull of Hell is too profound,
No mortal escapes once they are bound."

Jack and his friends, their hearts grew still,
Trapped by the weight of Hell’s cruel will.
Into the abyss, their path was drawn,
No hope for escape, no coming dawn.

And so Hell turned, as it always had,
A place of torment, a fate so sad.
Its gates stood tall, its princes reigned,
Its sins forever uncontained.

The lesson lingers, its truth laid bare,
Of choices made and burdens to bear.
For Hell is not chaos, but a mirror's face,
Reflecting the flaws of the human race.

Oh, beware the whispers, the tempting call,
For those who enter may lose it all.
And in its depths, the echoes swell,
Telling the story of Secrets in Hell.