For all we know, Hell could be at the bottom of the ocean.
The deep, unexplored ocean; home to countless unnameable monsters. Where the salt wraps around you like a jealous lover, and pulls you down, down, down. Forever adrift in search of some forgotten floor. Logic dictates that the pit cannot be endless and yet here you are: caught in the ebb and flow that you cannot feel or know, seeking an end or simply some sign that there is more to this scape than darkness. And what do you find at the bottom? What do you even hope to do when you sink your toes into the foreign muck?
Nothing. You will do nothing. You are at the bottom of darkness, and your jealous lover has muffled your loudest, final scream.
The fate of the Ravenlord