[This is the epilogue of the story from Sin City 'The Hard Goodbye'. In my opinion, Marv is the utlimate badass I've ever seen. I couldn't deal with the fact that he died in the end. So lets see if death actually made a difference or did things just became better.]
The first thing Marv felt upon reaching consciousness were blasts of warm air against his face. Very warm.
The heat began to rise, and for the first time in what felt like centuries his eyes opened.
"What the fuck!" Marv saw miles and endless miles of flames, burning piles of human bodies, and demons.
"You're in Hell, Marv!" said a bellowing voice, emanating from a place he could not see.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I am Lucifer - Lord of the Dark Realm, Prince of Evil, Master of this Eternal Prison. I am your ruler now - your SOUL BELONGS TO ME! You were killed today, Marv, and now you will suffer here for all of time."