In the suffocating depths of Hell, Lilith had ventured into the third level—a place unlike any other in the infernal hierarchy.
This at the time of the Morningstar's reign was once home to the cursed Leviathan demon royal family.
This realm stood in eerie contrast to the usual imagery of Hell. There were no roaring flames, no biting frost, not even the fiery rivers or cracking skies. Instead, it was a barren land, devoid of life, withered and gray, where not even fire could find purchase. The atmosphere itself was oppressive, the air carrying the stench of decay as if death itself had dominion here. Every breath tasted stale, as though life had long since fled.
It was as if the land mourned, for this was the territory of the undead demons—the Leviathans. They were neither fully living nor truly dead, forever cursed to exist in the in-between.