I know I’m not really supposed to say anything and it’s probably a really impolite thing to say but honestly I find your hell dimension really underwhelming. I mean I get what you’re going for, but the problem it’s the thing that everyone else is going for and that evil Playboy Mansion furnished by Alistair Crowley look with assorted bits of interior design from Ozzy Osbourne is just downright tacky.

Let’s get right down to it. I understand you probably can’t do anything about the sky and with that red was the obvious motif, but why limit yourself to just one color. I know that you’re trying to convey blood but most people are more likely to associate your shade of red with Coca Cola or Little Orphan Annie, because we don’t spend all our time wading knee deep in human organs. And that’s another thing, what all the corpses say to me is just bad housekeeping and that’s only terrifying to housekeepers and old maids. If you can’t even be bothered to clean up the place, how seriously am I supposed to take your inhuman organization in the first place? Even our own government cleans up after themselves, you don’t see giant piles of corpses littering the Pentagon now do you? All that a mess like this says is disorganization and your disorganization isn’t scaring anyone.

Also all the mysterious writing in an unreadable script isn’t really terrifying, even though it’s written in blood, because I can’t read what it says. It might be more frightening if I could read it and it said something scary, instead for all I know it probably says your dimension’s equivalent of NO PARKING HERE and NO SPITTING IN THE CORNERS. Finally could we get a few chairs in here. I mean you people must sit somewhere. You have the anatomy for it or enough of the anatomy for it. Let’s put in a sofa and a couch, hell you can even make it red, just try not to stick spikes on it.