Seventh Layer 

Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river
Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The
violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their
pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows
shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is
overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted
and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of
final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those
branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their
nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence
against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down
against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their
tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth
their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company
in the Seventh Level.