TORTURED SOUL
After clawing his way through the tunnel and up to the surface, he gazed at the wailing crowd of the Tortured Ones whom he would soon fully join. He was fully aware he was neither Beyond nor Below, but he would have rather been cast away to either than be stuck in the tug and pull of the total Blueness.
His emotions here were neither clear nor understandable--to him, or any if the other Tortured Ones around him. He was in a constant state of silent pain, every scream emitted from his tired lungs becoming lost in the ocean-like abyss.
He was neither a demon nor an angel, but a complicated, non-placeable being, cast out to exist among the other Tortured Ones in the Blueness. All they could do was scream and wail, for none of them would ever experience the glow of the Beyond or the fires of the Below.