Ragno

King of Hell, Satan's domain. A landscape riddled by decomposing bodies – monster and inhuman. A perpetual red sandstorm blew, the mountains were tall and skinny, and plateaus stretched from one side to the next. The vision it brought was painful to the naked eye. Walking without protection, usually with a hood placed around the head, was similar to looking at the sun, if not worse. The sand equated to an instant wound – the tiny particles, innocent as they seemed, was fearsome. On days when the wind blew, unfortunate souls trapped in its wake would suffer troublesome injuries.