Here, hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of souls endure a totalitarian existence based on early christian visions of the afterlife. Perhaps once, Paradise was a petty kingdom of some sort, but now it is something far greater, and far worse. In Paradise, the reins of power have become puppet strings controlling the Elect (as those Restless who once ruled this blight on the Underworld are called) as well as the masses of the governed. The ever-vigilant self-appointed Angelics monitor the populace for dissent or disharmony.
For those who will not heed the stern warnings of the Angelics, there is Sheol, the black and filthy labyrinthine realm of works and forges which serves as the Fishers' Hell. Here, Shadow-eaten Demoics toil to maintain the faux Heaven above. Some who stray are simply punished, while the truly ungodly are transformed into needed goods, or - perhaps more gruesomely - remade through Moliate and Intimation . Indeed, there are those who say that the pits of Sheol are the birthplace of both Angelics and Demonics, though such notions are just hearsay, of course.