Concito, The Ninth Layer
You have lost much, to get this far. You have seen the many brinks and uncountable ledges of hell, gazing down in infinite spirals of hatred and oblivion. This gloomy kingdom, this Dolorous Kingdom. Even now your mind imagines another abyss, a great well, that at last has an end. Or perhaps a mere trick of fancy? Hope by this point has gone...at least for those of typical birth. There have at times been the rarest of the rare few that delve into hell, and live long enough to enter the final layer of hell, the Ninth Layer of Concito.
This realm is not like any other in this sorrowful layers, being a place of ice and blizzards eternal. There is no fire, save for one in the very center of the entire plane, the fire next to Demiar the Dark Lord. There is no warmth to be had here, and the devils that prowl this land are few but oh so powerful. In the outer reaches of the realm are where the souls of those who fell to ultimate vainglory and pride are here, either encased fully alive in ice that bites and tears at flesh or burried neck deep in snow and ice. THe wind and snow cuts and gashes at their face as they are left there screaming and wailing for what they believe they deserve. This is the realm where hope has already died, and yet it takes even more hope. At the center of this horrid realm, resides the Dark Lord. Surronded by ice and sinners and demons alike. He sits there, unflinching, as he wages war against all tha tis good and kind in the realms, and it is under his watch that all will either bow to him, or be destoryed. Some souls have made it to the ninth layer, but if some have fought the devil and lived....that is entirely unkown, lost to the countless ages of the unfathomable stars...
Alternative Name(s)
The Final Layer, The Layer of the Dark Lord, The Pit of all Evil, The Devil's Palace
Type
Dimensional plane
