Uroth, The Seventh Layer
The screaming, the Endless cacophney of screams that go on forever scratch at ones mind. Few are the ones who willingly enter the seventh layer of the hells, Uroth, and walk out sane. To talk into the realm is to descend into madness and insanity. This is the realm where nothing makes sense and everything that exists at the same time ceases to. It is the land where screams and wailing from mouths long made hoarse from screeches are the sound that dominated the land. Demons giggle and cackle as they delight in inflicting al manner of horror upon their victims. It is the realm of hate, a realm of the tortuerer and the sadist. It is where every horror someone inflicted in life is inflicted right back, and amplified.
It is the land of horror and doom. Where nothing matters and the only constant is suffering and horror. Here the demons and devils feed off of the fear and terror and pain of the souls trapped here. It is here that Zagan sits atop his throne of corpses and sinew, laughing and smiling at the sounds of the screams. It brings him no end to his joy seeing how mortals writhe and scream, for the faces they make are nothing short of pure comedy. He personally molds the realm to be as terrifying as possible, and it is here where the layer is better than all others at breaking the one thing demons fear: hope. Hope is what dies in this layer, and hope can never be found again once it is gone. It is here where hell breaks the soul, and it is ground into nothing but material to be made to sustain the demons and devils, or simply bricks to build more structures. Even simple coins to bargin for meager deals of more pain and death.
Alternative Name(s)
The Realm of Infinite Nightmares, The Pace that Can't be Spoken, The Screaming Abyss, The Land of Terror, The Darkest Realm
Type
Dimensional plane
