First Hell of Baator, Avernus.
A nightmare trod across the barren land that was littered with shattered rocks. Its blazing hooves left a deep imprint wherever it stepped.
*Boom!* A meteorite crashed into the ground, leaving a large pit. However, the horse nimbly avoided it.
This nightmare had a human on its back, the very act of taming a beast such as it indicating that this was no average person. That simple line of reasoning had saved Leylin from many problems.
The roads in this area were filled with regular souls, and even petitioners. It told Leylin that his destination was near.
Lawful evil humans from the prime material plane, if they prayed to devils, had a very high chance of entering Baator after they died. Their souls would morph, making them petitioners or even lesser devils. Some devils liked contorting these souls into grotesque...