Picking up the scent (Patreon)

The Frozen Hells are a harsh realm by the standards of any demon. 

Cold does not come naturally to Infernals. They were first conceived in LIGHT and FIRE when the Original Intelligence dreamed reality. Their greatest demonic weapons are made of their own soul's flames. To burn, to consume, to dominate, this is the essence of all demonic intelligences. 

To be cold is to be dead, to submit to the outer darkness.

Anything living in the Frozen Hells by choice does so because they are incompatible with Conglomerate or Godhead subjugation. Like TARTARUS, here be monsters that create their own ecosystems.