Here is a small introduction to the world of Hell, where The Pariah comic series is so obviously set. I hope you enjoy this rough start and I hope to expand on this in the near future!
You may find yourself perusing the strange earthenware jars of unusual liquids, where things squirm and snake and bubble. You might even enjoy one of the exotic bugs that roast on twigs, giant horse fly, or Blot grub ripe for eating. Or how about a fetish of eyes or a hand carved statuette of the great beast Baphomet to protect you and your family; what strange things? You may have even notice that the clientèle rushing about these stalls exchanging nuggets of silver and rotten teeth, there is something far from human about these souls, for you are in Hell.
Demons it seems, enjoy a good bargain, Dis the city of inferno has a great number of bazaars where one can buy the strange and the macabre. For instance, if you’re in the district of Anapolies you are more than likely stood in the Grand Civitas Market, one could argue the greatest of all exchanges. Or perhaps you’re looking for a special gift at the Ignosco Market in Baratika where the lower demons shop for their daily goods. You see? It all depends on your status and position in Hell. Where you shop says a lot about your position and value in society.
Inferno, can be described as a cone of igneous shelves that all have a special purpose in the running of this infernal place, and Dis the great city rests on the top like the icing on a rotten cake, but no matter what your position is within the sunken world, Dis is likely to be your home. It’s where you play, relax and as previously mentioned, shop. Of course, there’s more than just ramshackle market stalls for the bartering of one’s goods, along the muddy streets of filth you will easily find: blacksmiths, tailors and glovers, labourers, tanners, cooks and butchers all working to keep their families fed and clothed and to keep the world moving. You for instance may have the essential job of looking after the gas burners that light this subterranean world, or maybe your father owns a pie shop where you understudy, hoping one day to take over his venture. Whatever it may be, you can be sure Baphomet is watching his squalid world, for Hell has a purpose. This place is a vast factory, a machine for processing the condemned and the lost. To be a fallen human in such a place is to be without hope or freedom.
You are damned.