Gates of Hell

Gates of Hell is one of the Artifact Collections in Shadow of the Tomb Raider. It consists of one relic and six documents, spread between Cenote, Mission of San Juan, and Porvenir Oil Fields.

Relics

 * Knight's Morion

A Warning

 * Location: Cenote

A rubbing taken from the walls of the cenote. It is simply a large X and the word "run."

Journal of T. Serrano 5

 * Location: Cenote

1st of December, 1603

We've entered a cenote not far from the city, and set up camp in a small alcove. Lopez has spent the evening staring into the flames, utterly ensorcelled, his dinner untouched.

Twice I attempted a conversation, but his silence rebuffed me each time. He is utterly focused on this artifact. If I were a more superstitious man, I would wonder if the artifact is speaking to him directly.

The soldiers keep to themselves as well, they seem anxious for battle. One of their dogs stared at me all evening, as though I were to be his next meal.

Journal of T. Serrano 6

 * Location: Cenote

1st of December, 1603

A strange noise woke me in the middle of the night. I found Lopez still staring at the fire, though now it was nothing but coals. I asked him if he'd heard the noise as well, but all he did was grunt. I wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and built up the fire again. The I sat and listened. Far off shrieks and hisses, likely distorted by the twists of the caverns. But underneath all those sounds, I heard a faint thrum.

I've heard something like that before, but rarely, and only when in the deepest of prayers.

It sounded like the voice of God.

Journal of T. Serrano 7

 * Location: Cenote

Undated

Strange warriors pursued us through the caverns. We moved quickly. Too quickly for an accurate description. Most of the soldiers fell in battle. They were valiant, but outmatched and outnumbered.

Eventually, Lopez, I, and a single surviving soldier reached a magnificent temple. I cannot imagine how the people managed to build such a structure so deep underground.

A massive door blocked our progress. Lopez, his voice frantic and breaking, ordered Perez, the last remaining conquistador, to stand guard while we worked on the mechanism.

The door began to roll open. Our celebration of success was drastically cut short by the dying screams of Perez.

The sound haunts me still.

Journal of T. Serrano 8

 * Location: Mission of San Juan

The door closed and a silence settled, so great and so vast I held my breath for fear of breaking it. Lopez turned to me, his eyes wild, a smile screwed over his face. He came towards me, arms outstretched, and for a moment fear flickered across my heart. But he pulled me close, his fingers digging into my shoulders.

"I've found it," he whispered in my ear. After releasing me, he wandered through this room. Walls of pure jade reaching up to the heavens, completely covered in intricate etched mosaics and carved figures. I followed at a distance, as he approached an alter, and watched as he lifted a silver box from it.

Journal of T. Serrano 9

 * Location: Porvenir Oil Fields

21st of December, 1603

Lopez had grown pensive since exiting the cenote. I led the way, and when I turned toward the city, at last he spoke, calling for us to stop. Then, after swearing me to silence, he shared with me a secret he had been carrying:

"That night by the river, I met with the Emperor. I confessed to him who I was, who we are, and the true purpose of our visit. Trinity's fattened leaders, too busy with politics for even the morning's prayers, are not worthy of the Box. The Emperor and I agreed that the only way to keep it safe from them was for me to claim it, take it far from here, and hide it, until one of the Paititi royal line, a Chosen One, can follow his antecedent's clues and rediscover it."

Having thus unburdened himself, Lopez turned on his heels and set a course deeper into the jungle.