Had he bothered to think on it, that might have been a warning sign, but Ariel ignored it, ticking off the levels on his hands. "Lust, certainly. Gluttony, perhaps. For power and knowledge? Spendthrifts and hoarders, I'd fall under the aegis of the former, I think. The violent ... I'd say violence against the Deity, wouldn't you?" He laughed. "The Malebolge ... some bolgias don't fit, but most do. Seducers, flatterers, sorcerers, hypocrites, deceivers, sowers of discord!" His eyes were beginning to hurt, and he closed them, leaning back in the chair. "Traitors ... I have no kindred, no country, no guests, but I had lords. I may be the only person to betray both God and Mephistopheles." The thought amused him, possibly more than it ought, but he stopped his smiling as something occurred to him. "The Fifth Circle might be the only one where I don't fit." He had no wrath, except at himself or at God.