To Wage War In Hell

As I was consumed at the peak of hell, all I wanted was to be gone, the things had surrounded my existence and were killing me. The death they wished upon me wasn't one of flesh though, it was one of the mind. As they consumed me, my parts weren't really gone, I could still feel them, control them. They had been diced up so small though, I couldn't do anything meaningful with the capabilities and knowledge I had. It was getting worse too, with each passing moment they'd eat through the extras of my body, or what I considered to be the extras. I had already been informed in my previous life that all I had to do was protect my head. I'd know how important that was, and I'd learn to what extent my most vital organ could be damaged.