Antonement

There will be no heaven, nor hell. You'll find yourself with a number emblazoned on your back. A numerical value which'd indicate the number of ants you've ever killed between birth and death; either accidentally or purposefully.

Your surroundings will be dank, dark, claustrophobic. Working your way around your existence on all fours, squelching beneath your frayed limbs, a floor, slippery with worms and a constant trickle of water. You'd hear nothing, see nothing, and all you'd do is crawl, crawl forever, till you burn through this universe. 

There's no way out. You're to crawl and keep crawling on a path of nothing, till the ant kill numbers on your back get systematically reduced. A number for each eternity. Each eternity, an unbearable throb of pain that the ants went through when you killed them.

And all you can do is crawl until you're zero.