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I was inspired to write this little fanfic snippet after listening to Johnathan Young's symphonic metal cover of "Hellfire" from Disney's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame", which I highly encourage you to listen to by clicking here: HELLFIRE - Metal Cover by Jonathan Young (Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame). I believe it captures rather nicely what transpired in hell immediately after Frollo fell to his death during the film's climax and doles out a little poetic justice to one of Disney's most egotistical, nefarious, and manipulative villains, one who falsely convinced himself into believing everything he did was God's will. Enjoy! >:3

EPILOGUE

Frollo's newly ghoulish form lies in a simmering and crumpled heap on the rocky cavern floor, his once-elegant black robes brittle and tattered, smoke rising from their charred remains, his body singed and deformed by the molten metal he'd perished in in the world above. After momentarily circling his surroundings with his grotesque, lidless eyes, he finds that he is lying before the enormous and eternal gates of Hell itself. Sobbing like a maniac at the sudden realization, the former judge collapses into a pile of misery and despair, still clutching the glowing and growling gargoyle head that had plunged with him to his death. No tears come to relieve his stinging eyes as his cries turn to animal-like howls, deep anguish and crushing loneliness sinking their claws into his figuratively and now literally black heart. Suddenly, Frollo's life flashes before him, decades of his existence playing right in front of him within seconds. All the deeds he'd done during his time on Earth, whether virtuous or malicious, were laid bare for all the angels and demons of the afterlife to judge. Sensing the eyes of even God Almighty upon him, Frollo tried to ignore the paralyzing regret he'd felt from witnessing anew his evil actions in life, a rekindled spark of hope rising in his exposed chest. With a strained grunt, he thrusts aside the stone demon and rises to his knees, lifting his gaze towards the distant heavens. He stretches his hands upward in supplication, both of them reduced to blackened bone with only a few chunks of cooked flesh barely clinging to his fingers, and in one last vain attempt of seeking salvation from his endless torment, he offers a humble prayer for respite and rescue in a voice so weakened by the pain and the heat and the thirst that it barely registers above a whisper:

"Almighty Father...Holy Maria, Queen of Heaven...Lord Jesus...and all the saints and angels of heaven...I beseech thee now, in my utmost hour of need, with sincere repentance and humility. Please, I beg of you all, save me from this cruel torment! I admit it: I was wrong to persecute and torture the Gypsies. Give me sanctuary from the fires that await me!"

Silence at first is the only response to greet Frollo. Then, a booming voice from above echoes throughout the burning caverns, causing every rock and stone to tremble violently:

"I never knew thee, thou wretched son of Hell. Begone from me, ye accursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels! As you denied sanctuary to an innocent gypsy woman 20 years ago, so shall the gates of Paradise be shut to you. As you twice attempted to plunge a righteous man to his doom, so too have you been cast into the fiery pit. As you relentlessly pursued, hurt, and locked up the Romani people with burning hatred, so in turn thou art forever confined to a cell of blazing heat and eternal suffering as punishment."

"But Lord, I-"

"BE SILENT, HYPOCRITE!"

The cavern quakes far more violently than before at the sound of God's command, a great boulder falling from the ceiling and smashing Frollo's head into the ground with a sickening smack that would have killed any mortal. Unfortunately for Hell's newest arrival, he was left with only a cracked skull and a nauseatingly dizzy sensation as the boulder rolled away and fell into the abyss. The booming voice from Heaven continued.

"I am the Lord your God and I have passed my judgment upon thee: everlasting damnation for your unholy sins against the throne of the Most HIgh! You will never again hear the sound of my voice until the time comes for you to answer for your misdeeds at the Final Judgement."

The cavernous expanse before the gates of Hell grew still once again, save the gargoyle head that had shifted during the brief chaos. It continued to rumble and spin on the ground beside Frollo. Then, in an instant, the head expanded and morphed into a far more terrifying and ugly demonic head. A great humanoid body grew underneath it, made of stone, like the head from which it sprung. First the torso materialized, then broad shoulders, then limbs, appendages, until at last the ugly beast of a demon was whole once more. When fully transformed, the huge Nephilim-sized satyr lay still on his side, then slowly stood upon his great hooved feet, his head turning to the weary and defeated body that knelt in shame and anguish only a few meters away. The demon reaches for the side of his waist and from seemingly out of nowhere appears to unsheathe a great mace of iron, the ball dotted all over with steel spikes that glow red from unnatural heat, and takes huge, lumbering strides towards his new victim, his great hooves leaving deep imprints in the ground. But Frollo didn't flinch, not even bothering to move his gaze towards the fallen angel assigned as his tormentor. Resigned to his fate, Frollo feebly cupped his face in his hands and wept pitifully, waiting for the first blow to strike as the demon wound up his mace arm in preparation, then swung the vicious weapon right at his skull.