The Hell of Lust is home to the succubae, the incubi, and their slaves, the human damned (dead) and collaborators (still alive). The land is hot to the touch, a burning red desert with beds of bone-dry red sand interrupted by outcrops of black igneous rock. The air is humid, hot, and dark, with patches of steam fog floating listlessly through the still air. Being sunless, it is lit only by flames from burning naphtha seeps and tar pits, from pools of glowing magma, and to a minimal extent, the luxury of candles, lamps, and wood torches taken from the Earth.
Because it is sunless, rainless, and windless, its denizens live in the open air. The ruling, predatory demons enjoy walls for privacy, but rarely roofs; and comfortable matresses and pillows to insulate them from the heat and hardness of the ground. Human slaves rest and make do as best they can, tormented by perpetual hunger and–above all–thirst. Every slave of the succubae and incubi is permanently chastized, released if and only as long as it entertains their masters.
The damned cannot learn new languages, but are limited to the languages they spoke on Earth. There are no native demon languages.
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