It always struck me as odd to have a horrible never ending torment for those who just aren’t religiously inclined. Devout yourself to goodness, kindness, protecting the innocent, but not aligning yourself with a divine seems like a victimless crime, and is often left back in older editions. But what if it returned in a way that felt a bit more morally consistent with the rest of the world. Instead of a Wall of Faithless, it is a wall of Faith Traitors.

A priest screams from the pulpit that Tyr demands fire and steel upon those who do not pay a divine tithe, urging warriors both devote and bought to squeeze the peasantry for every coin they have. When confronted by a troupe of adventurers, the priest cooly draws her divine focus and transforms water in wine. “See? I am blessed by Tyr, my will is his.” A god of lies laughs as his disciple wields his power, her corrupting influence sowing vile chaos in the land while tarnishing the name of Tyr.

When she passes, either stuffed with the wealth of her victims or at a blade she deserved, she meets Tyr.

“I have come for my reward!” She says, confident her divine power supersedes her lack of adherence to his will.

“I see no follower of mine,” bellows the God. “I spit you out, as will all who taste the treacherous tar in your soul.”

Her essence is fused to a wall of likewise lecherous villains, screaming to the Gods they claimed to serve while exploiting the ones those Gods protect.

“Cyric!” She cries, pulling against the flesh fusing her arms to the limbs of other backstabbers. “I have served you faithfully! Reward me!”

A laugh rolls through the black sky, momentarily chilling her from the warm bodies slowly merging with her own.

“Your reward is granted, an eternity with your peers.”