Need help making a Hell based off of US states. Also need a Demon Lord for each state

>Hillbidon
>Arch Daemon of North Carolina
>twin of Billydon
>Lord of the dark hunt, corrupted swine-hounds hunt and are hunted in turn by the vile, twisted inhabitants of the blackridge mountains. Rivers of sin fill a great stil, the unlucky are cooked and mashed into a BBQ of madness. Drunk from bloodmoon-shine and never fully satisfied from the macab feast the hunt fuels the revelry which fuels the hunt. Among the broken skulls and corpse trees walks Hilbildon, forever hidden, forever apart. He kills and drinks and feasts as one of the uncounted legion. Only appearing when summoned to lead or pass judgment on any who violate the code of hospitality which stands as the only law of the land.

South Carolina here.

Landscape
>Forested landscape, but the trees are twisted, covered in thorns and dead.
>Also include blasted mountains inland, poisonous swamps in towards the coast

Inhabitants
>Humans are inbred and hyper-violent
>Rural—structures are shanty villages of rusted metal and that diseased wood
>Kill animals for fun
>Great Houses of inbred humans that only kill, go to demon church, do meth, and fuck.
>Give them a hillbilly aesthetic for the lols

Demon Lord
>Hates all other Demon Lords
>Tried to leave the group multiple times
>Fiercely independent
>Jolly on the outside, but has a seething hatred on the inside
>Sticks to his word
>Would rather fight than manipulate

(I love S. Carolina—I’m only demonizing it)

Floridian here.
That's not fair, you left out gators eating babies.

I've driven all of route 666. Actually a very picturesque drive.

Also lived in Nebraska

Just put fucking nothing in it. Like it’s a Hell of isolation and loneliness. Make it so the only people they find are crazed hermits and isolationists in a never ending field of razor-grass and shrubbery (Nebraska is in the Great Plains)

I figured id just cover some basics and let my fellow denizens of he-er Florida fill in more of the details.

I enjoyed this thread 11 months ago. suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/51194361/

Might as well repost my nature-inspired Washington hell lore:

The entirety of Washington is constantly blanketed in an inch of volcanic ash daily from five different erupting volcanoes. The eternally gray sky fades into the featureless gray mass of the land, only to terminate at the battered waves of the cold gray Pacific.

West of the Cascade mountains is a constant never-ending light rain and monthly earthquakes, causing any slight slope to become a massive mudslide. Tsunamis wash away anything within miles of the coast, and killer whales eat anyone foolish enough to enter the water.

East of the Cascades, the Missoula floods have returned (thanks to the miles-thick constantly-shifting ice hellscape blanketing all of Canada). Every few years, an ice dam bursts and the entire landscape is blanketed in 300 feet of water going 100 mph and carrying boulders that would be called "mountains" on the East Coast. When the water is finally gone, the landscape reverts to a dry rocky badlands, populated only by rattlesnakes hiding in short-lived thickets of sagebrush.

In the Cascade and Olympic Mountains, spared the wrath of the floods and waves, a few hardy flora survive in the dark, muddy forests. The underbrush is choked by Himalayan Blackberry, their ancient vines grown almost as thick as the towering Cedars and Douglas Fir, and their thorns grown steel-hard and splinter-sharp with age. Between these massive brambles hide the near-invisible stinging nettles, their invisible poison hairs grown not to kill, but to torture. The pain of their sting lasts weeks, growing only more intense over time. Some victims of the sting hack off their limbs to escape the pain, others throw themselves on the blackberry spikes to end it quickly.

Forgot to say slavery should be featured as an integral part of “Hell Carolina”

Forgot to add that He’ll Nebraska shouldn’t have a Demon Lord because that would add an antagonistic force, which is something the players would interact with—thus defeating the emptiness of the land

Of the demons, there are three greater fiends who dwell in this state of hell: the Black, the Grizzled, and the Cougar. All three make their homes in the mountains, although they may also be found roaming the lowlands in search of prey.

The Black demon is the most common and the least deadly. A fur-covered fiend, the size of a man, but stronger and with bigger teeth than any man. She is a curiously shy beast, as likely to flee from you as to hunt you. But she is also a trickster, charging, feinting, and retreating, over and over, just to smell the fear in the hearts of mortals.

The Grizzled appears similar to the Black, but is more deadly in every aspect. His brown bulk towers many feet above even the largest of men, and he is far stockier and stronger than his darker counterpart. His true name, Horribilis, refers not to his appearance, but to his terrifying character. He is an unstoppable force of rage, an insatiable glutton, a fearless killer. The only mercy is his rarity.

The Cougar, deadliest of the three major demons, is also the most secretive. It is rarely seen, appearing only the moment before it strikes. It feels neither anger nor fear, it is a cold beast focused only on the business of killing. It moves faster than you can see, instantly piercing your neck with teeth long enough to piece straight through and out the other side. Of those who travel and dwell in its territory, very few may claim to have seen the Cougar, not merely because of its elusiveness, but because those who see it rarely survive.

A fourth greater fiend is rumored to exist: the Sasquatch. Even the very sight of this creature will drive men mad. They become obsessed, and desperately seek out the demon whose image haunts their thoughts and their eyes. It is dangerous to speak of this creature, lest you attract its cult.

Of the mortal tribes, there is one known as the Lumberjacks, who dwell in the deepest forests. They are a brutish, dangerous folk, their bodies honed strong by ceaseless labor. They carry terrible instruments of death: great cleaving axes, razor-sharp saws, and bladed spinning chains that let loose a great roar as they tear into flesh. When they are not being used to slaughter the unwary strangers, they take their steel weapons and turn them upon the land, tearing into forests and leaving great bare patches in their wake. They take the corpses of the trees and move them vast distances through a steep labyrinth of muddy paths that snake through the mountains. Sometimes they create great dams of logs, filling with water until the burst forth, sending massive logs barreling across the land in an imitation of the great floods to the East. Other times they hold twisted carnivals: the strongest among them demonstrate feats of murder upon the wood they harvest, while others carve strange idols using their savage weapons. None can say whether these acts belie some inscrutable purpose, or if they are simply madmen driven to wreak chaos upon the land that tortures them.

God damnit, Oregon is too similar to Northern California and Southern Washington.

>Maryland
>Giant enemy crabs and snapping turtles pull victims into a polluted river, releasing them only to pull them back in again
>The river is also full of leeches
>And the air is thick with Old Bay

So what, Hexxus with a MAGA hat?

What if the Nebraskan Demon Lord is the slow at first, but increasingly rapid, replacement of emotion with crippling loneliness and eventually jaded apathy, preventing you from ever leaving?

Uh... something about not being allowed to pump your own gas?

Remember to add a Propaniac Devil

New York user here, feel free to contribute

Landscape
>Forests and hills upstate filled with farms and carnivorous cows
>City downstate so thick the terrain is covered, maze-like construction so bad most never manage to escape once they enter
>Mountains in the center with little in the ways of inhabitants, always dark due to dense tree cover and so vast that getting off the main roads is certain death

Inhabitants
>Quiet folk in the upstate or the mountains, they live on the margins and avoid confrontation as a means to survive
>Obnoxious folk in the city, boast about how great it is but live in fear of the hedonistic city demons
>Imps that resent the great city demon but do their job anyways; they take their frustration out on the upstate dwellers
>Ancient Giants that dwell in the central mountains, feeding on wildlife and the occasional trespasser; they have lived there since low before the demon hierarchy was founded and will live long after it falls; famous for their bowling.
>Hedonistic demon class in the city that regularly perform human sacrifice and other fucked up stuff for fun
>Two headed fish the size of sharks that inhabit the rivers and lakes that regularly prey on anyone dumb enough to swim in them
>Crazy old man who, due to his immortality, has lost his mind and now just wanders around telling tall tales. He brings terrible fortune wherever he goes, and those who hear his story nearly always die.
>Headless Horseman that runs around the back country killing travelers on full moons

Demon Lord
>Hugely Powerful, but lazy
>Owns nearly everything in the state, center of trade for the entire country due to his manipulative nature
>Fat and well-dressed, constantly trying to strike bargains
>Constantly expanding the city and creating new past-times for the hedonistic class to enjoy, while subjugating the humans and imps further
>Loves hot dogs filled with human organs

In the hell land of Oregon, you must carry a bucket of your own blood as it rains blood. At any point you spill blood from the bucket, an attendant comes and drains you of blood to fill the bucket up again.

A mothman or some such for Virginia and the obligatory Jersey Devil

Tennessee goes from mountains in the east, down to hills in middle, and the river on the west. Make it a sliding Hell.

Every year the denizens of Hell York rampage across Hell Jersey to bathe at the shores of an ocean of burning pitch. Utter devastation is left in their wake.

> Maine
Whew, where to start. Just all the Stephen King books are real?

And pythons and alligators and snakeheads and a curse that slowly drives evryone there insane. Utterly batshit insane

Same for oklahoma but with tornados

>Utah
>desert that can change temperature at a whim

That’s all I got.

>Georgia
>hellish red clay with tall, branchless trees
>Demon lord is the coca cola bear or some sort of physical representation of hartsfield jackson airport

Colorado user here.

Landscape
>Large valleys between even larger mountains.
>Wildlife tends to stick to the mountains, though it has a tendency to appear out of the corner of your eye in more 'civilized' areas
>Unless you know where you're going, or following someone who has a destination in mind, you'll be stuck in the same general area forever. Going far enough in a single direction loops you back to the started.

Inhabitants
>Inhabitants use time to measure distance; the psychoscape means it takes you however long you think it will take you to get anywhere.
>Inhabitants have exemplary senses of direction, but tend to not want to actually guide anyone anywhere, preferring to just tell them what to do.
>From dusk to dawn, all demons are reduced to a more zombie-like state, waiting around heavy traffic areas and ambushing with basic tactics.
>Randomly, residents will charge towards the top of the nearest mountain and then casually resume what they were doing. Any injuries sustained, as long as they don't result in death, will be treated as being mildly irritating at worst.
>Mountains have two types of permanent residents: Rich snobs who live in isolated keeps, and rugged survivors who live minimally for shits/giggles.
>ALL local demons, rich snobs or not, look down on outsiders, and will usually go to physical contests to prove why they are superior.
>Outside of the upper class, most demons are very chaotically bent, wanting to do whatever whenever, except when it comes to the Demon Lord (see below)

Demon Lord
>Manifests as an older demon, who gave his last fuck centuries ago.
>Has the weather tied to his mood, and can put in the effort to change it when he wants.
>His thought process follows its own internal logic. It doesn't make sense to most residents, but a few say they can sorta get an idea of what he's going to do next.
>Mostly 'live and let live' with residents, as long as he gets his sacrifices.

New Hampshire
Lanscape is a frozen wasteland, if you're caught outside during a windstorm it can strip the skin from your bones.
Inhabitants are a bunch of drug addicts who shoot on sight.
Demon lord is a Dark suited man who is friendly to the party, attempts to strike deals for souls.

Pennsylvania

Just still some bullshit about Amish "culture" and make it sinister.

Oklahoma wind demons or something along those lines only thing that I can think of.

the usa is already a hell populated by mindless automatons, bloated almost corpses, and crumbling infrastructure

i bet hell is actually more efficiently run

Oh, also, the river runs south to north.

Vermont.

Landscape
>Seemingly infinite forest punctuated with mountains
>Nothing else
>The mountains are too short to have propper snowcaps so you can't see anything even if you climbed one.
>The woods are impossible to navigate, they change as you walk.
>There is also a teleporting lake that is at the end of every river.
>There are dirt roads, but they go nowhere and are full of potholes that are filled with water.
>If you fall in one, you will sink all the way into another circle of Hell.
>There are no seasons, but it's raining or snowing more often than not.

Inhabitants
>Lanky humanoids with wild hair and bloodshot eyes who breathe intoxicating smoke
>They're not aggressive, but they have a habit of leading people into conversations that have no meaning and cause immense frustration.
>The guardian of the teleporting lake stays beneath the waves but can reach for 50 yards out of the lake with its impossibly long neck and harasses people at night.
>Demonic mosquitos the size of ducks
>Many other animals large and small

Demon Lord
>Appears to be amiable in nature
>Small humanoid with frazzled silver hair
>Two orbs float in front of its face which allows the lord to see into the hearts of men
>Often seen all over the realm
>Once sook to gain dominion over all the Hells by influencing the youngest inhabitants of each, but failed.
>Wields a construction mallet and a reaping hook in combat

Perhaps the same could be said of all large post-industrial nations.

...you know thats only about a third of texas right?

we also have cedar forests, and mesas alongside that oil-fielded scrub-land...

Californian here.

This image stills pisses me off whenever I see.

Who the fuck would ever dress themselves like that outside of cirque de soleil?, for any reason.

Half those kids were probably scared shitless. That THING is terrifying. I imagine if I was gay or trans I'd be even more upset for this disgusting biomass promoting itself as a representative of gay/trans people.

Sadly, every cause, no matter how well-intentioned, is going to have some idiot who takes the whole thing too far. Or possibly a very great number. Conversely, even the most odious causes will have at least one otherwise sympathetic True Believer.

This is also true in fantasy.

It's as though you never worshiped Slaanesh.

I'm really glad you've never been around kids before, because half the shit on their children's shows are way more terrifying than that drag queen ever will be.

Georgia has to be a Fiddle playing devil.
Also something about demonic Kudzu.

Ohio

>Pride
>Even the churches and temples said to praise good are pathologically prideful to the point of sacrificing those they deem "bad"
>All inhabitants are confident in everything they do, even on if it's already gone to shit
>Landscape would be either desolate Hellplains for miles or craggy hills and valleys with dead trees
>Demon Lord would be a 20 foot tall white and pristine statue who appears benevolent, but is the embodiment of madness through pathological charity
>Demon Lord would rob you blind to feed his demon ilk because "we need to ease their pain; they're suffering"
>Demon Lord would cook your flesh while you're alive because "there are those less fortunate than you"

...

Don't forget the pile of used needles that is Wilmington, or the den of inbreeding that is Brunswick county

Just pump the rain and trees up to a thousand. Mile tall trees constantly dripping with torrents of dank, smelly water that's been filtered through meters of dusty branches and dirty moss. Everything smells like decaying foiliage and mud and mounds of rotting pine needles. The forest is so thick that it's a lambrinth. Have to go back to go forward, only to be cut off again. Barely any sunlight filters down to the ground level. Meanwhile, you constantly feel that you are beinf watched. But no matter how fast you turn, all you can see of the pursuer is the rustling of foiliage left swaying in his wake. The denizens of the forest and their haunting calls melt into the shadows. Always following you, watching...

>Hell-Wyoming
>It's the same as regular Wyoming except you can't leave and even the tiny presence of other humans there is completely absent
>Eternal solitary confinement in an endless wilderness

Arkansas here, can confirm, make it a super humid forest with almost swampy areas.
Also a dark lord idea is the fouke monster en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fouke_Monster

As a Vermonter I can confirm that 90% of this is actually real.

KY

Landscape: large areas of clear cut rolling hills for the Demon Lords equally demonic steeds. The rest is steep hills coverd in dense jungle-like forests.

Lord: Prideful and perpetually drunk, has love only for nightmares ( the horse things) and competion/blood sport, which the land loves.

People: methed up mountain folk, 2 great cities that are hated rivals

Meant to link to OP too, whoops

I dunno, that sounds comfy. You don't have to worry about talking to people and the wilderness in Wyoming is cool. If you make the wind even worse it could be annoying though, because you wouldn't be able to walk outside without a damn ground harness.

>North Carolina
Split into three distinct regions, Appalachia, Pine Barrens, and Coastal.

>Appalachia
Inhabited by horrifically inbred religious zealots, you know, snake handling, speaking in tongues types. There’s a good angle here for some Copperhead demigod boss. There would also be enclaves of New-age spiritual occultists and/or anarcho-primitivist Earth Liberation Front aggressor. There could also be some sort of angry spirits based off murdered/dispossessed Cherokee. If you want to make a side-quest about an angry specter listen to the song “Little Omie Wise” by Doc Watson for inspo. It’s an Appalachian murder ballad done by a guy from the NC Mountains.

>Pine Barrens
Desolate, vast and unpopulated, the biggest threat here would be some sort of demonic farmers. Tobacco and swine are huge crops here, that could take you somewhere. Read the short story “Time and Again” by Breece DJ Pancake (yes, that’s his real name). Although set in WV it provides the prefect Southern Gothic backdrop. The Demonlord would reside here as a disgusting, all-devouring anthropomorphic swine.

>Coast
My knowledge of the folklore of this part of the State is less extensive. However, Blackbeard’s ship sunk of the coast of NC and the NC Outer Banks are called the “Graveyard of the Atlantic”, so do with that what you want.

This is a great idea. Let me know if you have any questions.

West Virginia

>Sloth
>Inhabitants are all cripplingly addicted to a substance distilled from human suffering
>It impedes them from working down in the mines, carving out the compressed, congealed human souls that fuel the industry of the other sectors of hell
>It's made up of massive mountains laced together with long, winding roads that ensnare the unwary and lead them into the clutches of the desperate, suffering-hungry inhabitants of the backwoods
>Most of it is a sort of toxic wasteland, polluted by the mines that leak vitriol and bitterness as byproducts
>Snake handler church being some kind of weird cult that worships the old gods of hell.
>Demon lord would be a the head of the hell-coal company, a sweaty southern company man, combined with the flatwoods monster. Handing out company scrip and cancer with one hand, choking out any hope in the workers with the other
>Mothman is his right hand man, showing up, being menacing, causing disasters.

All the same, humans are social creatures. Less than a single lifetime of solitary confinement can drive people insane - imagine being completely alone for longer than the universe has existed.

That is a good point, though. Up the wind.

Nevada here. MGM is our state's biggest employer so I'd say our Demon Lord would be an enormous golden Lion idol.

As per hell, I'd say it would just be the Strip, but exaggerated. Neon, broken glass, succubi, drugs, and giant glittering palaces of debauchery.

Iowa: corn maze demon lord is a scarecrow

Time for California

Landscape
>Inland, large swaths of infernal farmlands grow crops that feed much of the United Hells. When the droughts are less severe, the farmlands are almost like artificial forests brimming with fruit that resemble human heads, hearts or other organs.
>Between disasters, there are some nice forests, mountains and coastal plains.
>Coastal Cities rise up almost out of the water, they are packed with demons and lost souls, and the air is tainted with miasma. Insectile machines travel at breakneck speeds along special highways that weave themselves between the gleaming spires of the demon elite.
>Outside the cities the waters are incredibly polluted, but that doesn't stop many from trying to enjoy the beaches. Unfortunately, the sand just gets into everything and the water will likely cause mutation.

Inhabitants
>Much of the farmlands are maintained by a legion of doomed soul that absent-mindedly pick crops and plant seeds. They appear as withered skeletal figures that have been charred black from the punishing Hellstar that seems to never set. Most came from far away, but have forgotten their past in exchange for the succulent fruit that they can no longer live without. It is addictive, but the demon overseers limit the starving souls to a single fruit per harvest with metal collars that prevent them from swallowing.
>Each city is populated by denizens that are slightly different from each other in terms of which sins are celebrated or punished, but there is always intense hatred for those that come from the wrong city, and even greater hatred for those from another zone of the United Hells.

Demon Lord
>While a number of minor demon lords each operate their own city, the true demon lord embodies natural disaster. It is a kaiju-sized devil-bear and as it travels across this vast zone of California it causes earthquakes, wildfires, droughts, floods and storms. It revels both in destruction and the industrial reconstruction that follows.

All set inside a desert hellscape. Rattlesnakes, scorpions, poisonous cacti. Even amidst the endless partying and debauchery of the demonic residents, human travellers here are constantly in danger of thirst and death from exposure.

I only had one vague idea for the demon lord, how obvious is my description?

Ohio user here.

>The definition of toxic wasteland
>No true wildlife on land for miles around past demonic insects and mutated deer
>The air is cold; water never freezes but it can give you frostbite anyway
>even the air is dangerous, as just breathing it in too long can sickness or breathing problems
>The rivers and lakes are all aflame,and within them lie awful toxic fish and other sea creatures of dangerous power
>there is one city; a gigantic metropolis belching out fumes into the air and poisons into the water for no other reason then they want to
>a land of metal, crime, and dock and roll, the demon lord lives in a giant glass partied in the center
>a leather clad monster, this lord collects trophies from those who have sold their souls to him
>his breath can can melt flesh and he is a master at necromancer, entropic magic, and the art of disease crafting

...

Demon lord constantly puffing himself up. He is "The best, ask anyone," huge egomaniac. Stamps his demonic mark on every building, every piece of infastructure, everything.
The landscape is covered in 'Demon Towers,' towering monuments to the demon lord's individual greatness.
Obsessively pursues deals, but as soon as he makes one, he turns around and claims it was a bad deal, leaving money on the ground, hurting demonkind, ect.
Will never believe anything that he is told. Any fact or trivia, true or not, no matter the subject matter, is False news. Impossible to convince him otherwise.
Can communicate with all his followers at the same time using instantaneous telepathy. Only ever uses this mode of communication at three in the morning.
He is absolutely obsessed with a foreign demon lord who is a hunky rugged shirtless charisma demon. Must bring the charisma demon up at all times, no matter the context.
Whenever he speaks in front of his followers, he will boast endlessly about his victory in an ancient war against a vile evil corruption elemental.

>speaks on behalf of Texas
>only describes north west Texas
>not even the interesting parts of Texas

>Massachusettes
>Lesser demons in cars fucking everywhere
>Driving everywhere except for the road; crashing into walls, trees, buildings, each other, etc
> Cars explode disproportionately large compared to their size and impact force
> residual oil and fires litter most of the landscape
> ramps placed at random because fuck it

Arizona is literally just on fire. The Demon Lord is a wizened old man who says "It's a dry heat!" while he golfs on melting asphalt.

Is Hawaiian Hell basically "the old gods are back, and they're angry?" Are there demonic pineapple plantations? Is there nothing to eat but Spam?

Forgot the Demon Lord
>Demon Lord looks like a simple insurance broker
>You can pay exorbitant prices on various aspects on car insurance, like collisions and such and your car will be invulnerable
>however, these are very specific; so head-on collision insurance will protect you from the crash, but that imp flying through your windshield will still make your car explode

Hawaii-bro here, I would make it an Apocalypto type scenario with the more brutal aspects of Hawaii ramped up to 11.
Constantly running from being sacrificed from a band of tireless warriors. You hear of places of refuge where you can't be claimed, but everytime you draw near it gets a little further away.
Forests are infested with some of the more malevolent spirits and gods of hawaiian lore.

That or, you could have it just be a nurgle tier place of diseases, to sort of be like the diseases that ended up bringing down the population of natives.

>Within this region, lays a valley full of twisted men and their mechanical creations.

Children of the Khorne
Khornehuskers
Also Carhenge

Now I wonder what the European anons would say the hell-versions of their countries are. Obviously that's not the point of this thread, but still. Curious.

>Landscape would be either desolate Hellplains for miles or craggy hills and valleys with dead trees
>Implying it wouldn't just be a gigantic mazelike field of mutated 100 foot high corn

>Insectile machines travel at breakneck speeds along special highways that weave themselves between the gleaming spires of the demon elite.

What part of California are you living in?

Don't forget that hypocrites also end up in this accursed land
>Richer people should be taxed more than poor people, fuck hate fuck racism fuck slavery
>We should succeed from the rest of hell, we produce more than any other circle and our taxes just go to those dumb inbred midwestern hell circles. Dont deport my source of 25 cent avacados please

Here's New Mexico for you.
>The Valles Caldera is a massive fire pit that can be seen for miles.(basing this off the fact its a supervolcano)
>Southern part of the state is a blasted hellscape with ayy looking demons around Roswell.
>North filled with Jagged mountain ranges covered in Blacked burned forest.
>The Rio Grande runs red with blood flowing down from Colorado.
>Route 666 cuts through Albuquerque, the main stronghold in the region.
>Damned souls toil below in the mines covered in horrfying mutations.
> Demonic researchers experiment in Los Alamos developing superweapons for the Hell Lord's armies
Demon Lord
>Radiocative hellfire twisted into the form of a man.
>Seems oddly horrified at its creations but cannot stop making them.

>Minnesota
>No matter where you are, no matter what you do, no matter what else, it's Cold.
>Even on bright, sunny days
>In fact it's usually COLDER on those days than the wintery ones
>You could stick your hand into into an flame, watch it blacken and not feel a degree warmer. You'll feel the pain, though.
>Chilling Winds whip its fell inhabitants through the plains and from building to building.
>They have almost no control of the actual direction they're going, it's kind of a Dante's Inferno thing, but with the added slapstick of the damned occasionally smacking into Capella Tower or the IDS Center

I can't think of a good Demon Lord, ideas?

A demonic Nevada that isn't just Endless Vegas?

Vegas set inside endless desert

Utah is that one hipster part of Hell that's being inhabited by some other entities who just sit there because they're too much of a bother for the Devil's to run out.

Probably Asura or Proteans. Maybe some weird Greyguard monastery

>hell, Michigan
>it's Detroit

Bunched around a salty lake of death are the cultists of More man, considered strange outsiders by even the most outlandish figures of Hell, and the cultists feel the same way about everyone else. Here, the cult reigns supreme, no choatic killings, no gluttonous feasts, no partying. However, the cult controls every aspect of the cultist's lives. Where they may go, and when, who they may interact with, the people here are slaves to the cult of more man, cast out for the slightest infractions or rebellion. To be cast out of the cult may not seem like such a harsh fate to outsiders, but the longer one is in this circle of hell, the more one longs to stay and to be in the cult's good graces, no matter how few benefits there is to being part of it. This illogical feeling leaves the exiles to waste away, longing for the embrace of total control and tyranny, despite having denied it, and unable to escape the circle due to the foul curse that inhabits the land.

>appears like a hedonistic mirage once the wilds have left you battered and bruised after a couple of days, making it only more enticing
I can dig it

Ideally, the Ring of Texas should be divided into like 5 or 6 different areas, ruled by a group of Soul-linked Demon Lord Brothers. Or perhaps a 6 headed Rattlesnake Hydra

>East Texas
The air spontaneously turns to water in your lungs, the uneven land is constantly choked with toxic burning weeds and fell Hellboars that scour all in their wake
>NW Texas
As described earlier
>Hill Country
At first, it's surprisingly pleasant. But then you realise it's because the land is pockmarked with giant mountain alters used for wicked rituals and dark magic. The most dangerous of suck Land Temples is the Grand Enchanted Rock, and the Lost Valley (which is filled with Hell Dinosaurs)
>Austin
It's already hell!
>Gulf Coast
Oil Marshes, and Oil sea, earthquakes every day, and oil hurricanes. Also, Gators
>Trans-Pecos
Honestly, don't know enough to comment

Real Ohio user here.

I would stat out Ohio as a hellscape except it's the closest thing to heaven.

>Illinois.
Mafia + Corn

Could probably make 6 Californian demon lords to counter the 9 Texan demon lords.

Everyone in california is a demon lord and will kill you if you don't use their unique title

I believe you meant to call me His Dark Unholiness, Blemished Lord of the Shadows, Prince of Blight, and Baron of Worms.

This is that pride thing I was talking about.

>See SE Ohio
>See West Ohio
I dont think youve been to ohio user