"Yes. It is rare for a person who isn't deluded, who is agentic and ambitious and acting in their own interests and not lying to themselves, to go to Hell. It has little to offer them. Cheliax is Asmodeus's experiment in creating a society that sends even its ambitious and interesting and competent people to Hell; it's a very expensive experiment, but I wouldn't call it a failed one. But what, then, is Hell made up of, what is the material He shapes into devils? People who were lying to themselves, or easily lied to, or who never bothered thinking about their afterlife at all, people who weren't very strategic. 

Asmodeus doesn't, directly, know how to fix this. I suspect He knows that the things that make mortals useful also make them harder for Him to see. I suspect He's dissatisfied with the results He gets from His extraordinary expenditures. But it's not the tragic situation it might appear at first glance, where this situation serves Asmodeus, but not mortals, so the stupider or more careless mortals lose and Asmodeus wins; it is worse both for Asmodeus and for mortals than a situation where Hell is a place people go on purpose, and where it can use their strength and make them stronger."

He stays on track for Axis, pending fully figuring out his lich ascension, by checking with regular Early Judgment and routinely donating to Iomedae's Church.

Before meeting Keltham, Ri-Dul murdered a few extra people so he'd detect Lawful Evil to Keltham, whose notice insisted on that for whatever weird reason.  Obviously, he's running the most absurdly expensive form of True Resurrection insurance for the length of his employment.  After it ends Ri-Dul will donate enough to Iomedae's Church to get back on track for Axis, using a fraction of Keltham's payment.

Not that Keltham knows any of this, of course.

"I assume you've worked out the rather obvious interpretation of events where Asmodeus has compacted with you entirely to deceive people into doing the Evil they always wished and held back from, once they have hope for Hell.  Backed by your hopeful following, you conquer some lesser nation in Hell's name and destabilize a number of others.  And finally fail to be judged a Hellish power, because your reasons were not cruel enough for Hell."

"Yes. That would serve Asmodeus well, and me not at all; I expect that on some level He's hoping for it even if the utter triumph of my plans would serve Him even better, because He loves it when things work out that way. I, of course, think He underestimates me even correcting for the fact that He wants me to think that, and underestimates more broadly what's afoot on Golarion, where all the gods can hardly see at all."

"I now believe the part where you're in fact Carissa Sevar and a renunciate priest of Irori, at least.  Either that or you managed to practice the part by studying Irorians of some true depth and aimed at convincing other real Irorians."

"I've actually only met one other Irorite. It's a banned faith in Cheliax, you know. I didn't know renouncing Irori was a significant step in His faith, I just needed Him out of my way so I could sell my soul for that compact, this headband, fifteen Wishes, and some other things I needed for the next steps of my plans."

"It heartens me on some level to know that we mortals can still get up to such nonsense with prophecy shattered and no more heroes out of prophecy.  You could see it as proving that, of all the trouble older heroes got into, at least some of that trouble was properly their own doing."

Or Cayden's.

Whatever. 

"It's been an eventful few months since the god-war," she agrees. " - that was mostly not my fault. To be clear."

"I perceive you to follow in the Way, then, of the seventh head abbot of the line of Avarkenesya, who summed up his doctrine thus:  There was a point where we should have stopped, and we have clearly passed it, so let's keep going and see what happens."

"....not far wrong. Anyway, now there are people praying to me. I can't stop here."

"I would never dream of telling you to stop here; not least because, if I did, you would never listen."

"- so said he who'd become the eighth abbot to the seventh.  I do suspect you could benefit from reading some proper books of Irorian doctrine, as much as it is obviously far far far too late for that advice."

They're come now to a part of this lotus petal where there are less impressive buildings, and young people about the streets dressed in cheap robes.  Before them is a long single-tier building whose door is marked also with Irori's symbol, built of ill-mortared stone such as wouldn't survive a hurricane and ornamented in a way that will not stand time's ravages.

If you know anything of Irori's way, you know that Irori-as-a-mortal would sooner be found here than in his mighty temple, if there was anything here to learn.

"In the rear courtyard of this place, the Sevarites are permitted to gather and train, and a second-circle of Irori watches over it," the older monk says.

"How many are there, approximately?"

"The largest gathering on Sevarism in Indapatta is said to have attracted a crowd of thousands but only a fraction of those would have been your faithful, and how many are here I couldn't guess; I only know that this place is where to send those seeking."

"Want me to have a look?"

"Sure." 

Ri-Dul vanishes, and not even to arcane sight is there any trace of him.

A couple of rounds later, his voice announces that there are twenty-four in the rear courtyard, four with alignment auras, two of those Lawful Evil and two Lawful Neutral.

Well, it's a start. 

She will cast some more spells for the purpose of having lots of spells about her - what further purpose would be needed? - and fly on in.

At this time of day, most in Indapatta are about their other businesses, so the courtyard contains a mix of those who have no other businesses for whatever reason.  Half of those present wear the robes of aspiring initiates to the Way of one god or another; relatively nicer robes, the robes of those who have sponsors, who can afford to spend their day in search of themselves or at least somebody with some vague outward resemblance to themselves.  Teenagers for the most part.

The crowd skews heavily male; a visibly pregnant woman is a visible exception.  A man who looks retired, both in the sense of no-longer-working in his occupation and also being tired again after he was already tired, is an exception to the rule that that the crowd skews young.

Formerly the crowd's focus of attention was on a tiny woman - not a halfling, but not that much taller - who was holding forth in lecture.

As the stunningly beautiful crowned woman drops in out of the sky, of course, all attention shifts to her.

She casts Vision of Hell. It's a fifty foot radius; it should get the whole crowd. 

...that'll get a lot of screaming and around half the crowd starting to run away.  A number of people in this crowd have made their Will saves, but a fair number of those have also decided they have urgent business elsewhere.

Yep. If they run away screaming at the sight of Hell they should, in fact, probably run away.

...if they have common sense and are departing because this situation looks plausibly deadly then that is not strongly indicative they should run away. 

She takes the spell down. "Perhaps I have come to the wrong place; I was told that here I would find Indapatta's acolytes of Carissa Sevar."

The older man present, the one who looks retired, is completing the gestures of Detect Magic; a moment later, seeing much magic about her and little illusion, he kneels.  "Some of yours are here, Lady Sevar," he speaks loudly.  "Only a few of your best.  We can send for more, but it will take time."

Those who fled are largely already gone, for good or ill; it does not take that many seconds to empty yourself from a courtyard, even one transformed into a hellscape.  The pregnant woman, who was not running that swiftly, halts at the sound of this and turns about.

The older monk whom Sevar followed here is now also present.  There is a profoundly skeptical look about her, but she does not speak.

"If it will take time then it is best begun at once."