I'd love to inflict the first three se7en mortalities on you. I would beg God to bring you back to life twice so that I could make it happen. Letting you experience only a fraction of the suffering you will experience in Canto makes me feel warm and useful. Everyone of you fucks is going straight to Canto. No purgatory for your faithless arses.
I can picture myself doing it now, feeling outside of myself, listening to Bach's Air on a G String, carrying out God's work on your small insignificant body. Working feverently for The Lord himself, even he would sit up and take notice.
Liberatae tutamae ex inferis