He continued down the path

Esau continued down the path, and it soon took him to a long set of stairs that led down a rocky cliffside. It didn't even occour to him that he might've been on a plateau the whole time. The bottom was obscured by a red swirling mist, which stretched far like a vast sea, and he could periodically hear screams from within; if he could, he would take another way, but the keep loomed on the horizon, and this seemed like the only way forward. He descended down the steps carefully, as they were worn down and prone to crumbling.

It took nearly an hour to get anywhere near the level of the mist, and that's where Esau decided to take a break. He sat down, taking his boots off to massage his feet. It was strangely tranquil. He was expecting hell to be more violent and horrific like in the texts, but the most horrific happening so far, excluding the Imp that tried to cheat him and the raven headed creature, was the wind making his garments flutter. In the distance ginormous bull like demons on long spindly legs treaded in the mist like mud. Smaller demons sat on its back, and Esau could hear them hoot and holler and revel loudly even from that distance. The sky was different from when he first saw it; it was now blank like a canvas, painted in a bland, purplish, monochrome color. With the keep in the background, it all added up together into one breathtaking view he wasn't expecting to see.

He finished his rest and continued his way down. The mist was thick like soup, and while it smelled of sulphur, it was bearable, almost pleasant, like a recently snuffed out match. Still, he had to cover his face, and it was a little harder to breathe. He pressed on, putting more care on where he stepped. By some miracle, he reached the very bottom with no incident, although there were a few close calls where he almost fell off the side. The whole journey really took it out of him, and he had to take another break, but before he could, something put him on guard. There was... music. Tamborines, flutes, drums, horns, singing- distant, but wild and frantic. It sounded festive and loud and most of all kind of fun. He warily walked towards the source of this revelry, careful not to step into some kind of trap.

From behind a fern like plant made of bones he watched. There was a large bonfire, and it's tinder made him gasp; rigid mummy like corpses burned in stacks. Some writhed and moaned in pain. Lilin, or more commonly known as succubi and incubi, danced like madfolk around the fire, and they played their music, and laughed, and ate meat cooked on the fire and drank wine from casks. Most were naked, but some wore extensive jewellery to the point of being extremely excessive. Those who were not engaged in gluttony or greed were partaking in lust, although the sins weren't mutually exclusive. All manner of depraveties were done, and all sorts of positions too, some which Esau wouldn't ever dream of. Men with men, women with women, multiple partners, ropes and whips, with their own food, and even a poor goat... Esau shuddered. Watching over all of this was a giant seat, and in it sat a ridiculously large demon, who was attended by imps that fed her and fanned her and pleasured and massaged her flesh. She was barely clothed, wearing only translucent silk veils and golden jewellery studded with countless multicoloured gems. She hardly moved, only occasionally tossing one of the imps that displeased her into the bonfire. The imps screamed as the flames engulfed their flesh, charring them away to nothing but ash in a manner of moments.

"The old king of Gehinnom is dead! Long live our new king!" they all chanted. Then the Lilin sang, and drank, and continued to sin with each other. Esau's stomach suddenly growled. He realised he hasn't eaten a thing for quite some time. He considered sneaking in under the cover of the mist and quickly stealing away a haunch of meat or some fruit, but it all seemed very risky to him. Still, if he was careful...