The third circle of Hell is reserved for those of the sin of gluttony as well as addiction. This circle is just barely lit enough for any one person the see more than five feet infront of them, though as time passes one can learn to see in this dense darkness. The ground isn't fully solid for several feet of the surface of Ingordigia. It is made up of a mush of rotted food left in the moisture of several storm of icy rain that come on after the other. Human souls here are left in slavery, condemned to forever clean the mess of the land that seems to reapper after it is disposed of. The hell beings here reside in a city, raised above the filth on a large metal platform. Its heavily industrialized and the air is thick with smoke that smothers even the humans below it. The stench is terrible to any outsiders but much like the darkness can be something one grows accustomed to.