(After Nightmare's death)
The people of Michael's world thought hell was just a figure of speech and did not exist in real life. However, only a few higher-ups in the Skyhall knew that the realm of hell was very true. They knew the realm of Hell was a place of darkness, despair, and unending suffering. From the perspective of someone who found themselves in this accursed place, it was an unimaginable nightmare.
The landscape was barren and desolate, devoid of any signs of life or beauty. The ground was rough and jagged, littered with sharp rocks and broken bones. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur, ash, and decay, making it difficult to breathe.
In the distance, the skies were dark and foreboding, with black clouds swirling and lightning flashing in every direction. There was no sun or moon or natural light to guide one's way. Instead, the only light came from the flickering flames that rose up from the molten lava rivers that ran through the realm.
