I look at him in surprise. Was he serious? I look around. There's this foul smell in the air. It smells like a thousand corpses. There's fire everywhere. I feel my own feet burning. He looks at me. I look down. I see my own blood dripping. I look at my hands and I see the burns and scars. 

"So... I'm dead?" I ask.

"Yes. You cannot be surprised you fell down here." He says.

"I know." I say.

"But it is such an honor, we've been expecting you for some time." He says.

"You have?" I look at him in surprise.

"Of course, we've all heard the stories of the Great Manslayer from passing souls of murder." He says.

"I'm... honored." I say.

"You shouldn't be." He says.

"I know, it just seemed like the polite response." I point out.

"Politeness does not exist in Hell." He says.

I look at the long line it stretched long out the gate. Everyone looks sad. I look down. I feel... sad looking at them. I have sinned. I have purged Japan in blood. I ended the lives of thousands for the new age. I should be burned a thousand times over.

"Am I supposed to go through there?" I ask.

"Of course, not Battosai." He says.

"What?" I look up at him.

"Those are only the ordinary souls." He says.

"Am I not ordinary?" I ask.

He raises my head with his skeleton fingers.

"Can an ordinary man slaughter hundreds with only bearing a crossed scar?" He asks.