—————HELL
The sky, red as the blood of a saint, made the Pits of Hell seem more malevolent than they actually were—well, on a good day.
Craggy spires shot up in the far distance, blurring and bleeding into the horizon, scarcely visible because of how everything here seemed to blend together.
Crimson air, crimson mountains, crimson ground—everything was red.
After countless millennia spent shacked up in the pit, though, you learned to see every crack and shadow that helped to distinguish one feature from another.
Lilith, Queen of Hell, the Bride of Satan, stood at the precipice of the ziggurat where she held court each day. All day. Every day.
Whatever business her husband refused to receive, she would always take. That ended
up being…well, most of the business, if she was honest. He was a bit of a deadbeat for politics these days.
