Volcanic

Description

Hell isn't Chaos. It is Order without mercy.
Deep beneath the skies lie vast and neverending wounds that carve into countless shapes of stone and a darkness no inexperienced eye can see through. Cliffs rise like walls around rivers of endlessly hot magma that act as the sole light source apart from the tall burning flames that seem to never go out. Everywhere there are screams, sometimes far, other times terribly close as each section is designated for a specific someone.

At the center of it all, there laid a ruler that lived in harmony as holder of the trident, now dethroned with kindness.