:No. I swear to you that to the best of my knowledge what they represented to you is accurate, and that I would expect to know if it were false. The nine afterlives of this universe were laid out by Pharasma when She created it, and the conditions in Hell are maintained through the efforts of Asmodeus, one of the most powerful gods, neither of whom I yet possess the power to defeat:

"And if I do something about it, will we have a problem?"

:Not from Me. Asmodeus and His archdevils are likely to object, as might some of the other evil gods or Pharasma depending on how you go about doing it. For this reason, I advise you do whatever you can of your preparation on Golarion, where Prophecy does not work and the gods are limited to more mundane methods of observation. This property extends to demiplanes created from there, should you need more security, but it is unlikely He will respond in sufficient force to matter as long as you do not visibly surpass the strength ordinarily wielded by 9th Circle mortals by too large a fraction:

:The other main concern is that Asmodeus, if He feels Himself in true danger of defeat, may elect to release Rovagug from its cage. Rovagug is a tremendously powerful god of evil and destruction that the other gods have kept imprisoned within Golarion; He is stronger yet than Asmodeus and left to His own devices would seek to eat this and other worlds, though in such a fight you would have more committed allies amongst the gods than against Asmodeus Himself:

That could be a Hakaoishin description, in which case she ought to be really nervous about fighting both it and any gods strong enough to meaningfully participate in fighting it, or more of a Maijin Buu description where in principle it wouldn't be impossible for her to win with a strong enough spirit bomb even if the odds were against her in doing so. Once you get to the point of wrecking planets, it gets pretty hard to determine the finer gradients of who can beat who in head to head conflict without actually doing it, unfortunately.

"What is causing the foresight block, which of the other evil gods should I keep an eye out for, and how can I best confirm your claims?"

:The proximal cause of the block is the death of Aroden, a god who was slain in a war a century ago, but there was already significant interference owing from the fact that Rovagug is imprisoned there; He interferes with almost all modes of extrasensory perception to some extent, and the events around Aroden's death were simply the final straw for Foresight. Of the other evil gods, Zon Kuthon, Urgathoa, and Lamashtu are the three most dangerous to you. As for confirming the claims, the most direct way would be to scry Hell; parts of it are shielded against it, but not most. Aside from that, essentially every other church will also confirm this state of affairs, including the Church of Asmodeus; they do not deny the torment that awaits the damned at the hands of their god:

Kakara can feel the vision starting to come apart around her now. Her Grandfather could keep it together for a while longer anyway, but she can't, and she suspects the same is true for Iomedae. Probably enough time for one more question, then.

"Do you have knowledge of the entity we call the enemy? They're humanoid, as near as you can tell under a black cloak that covers everything, and are an incredibly powerful void mage. Can travel quickly between star systems and destroy planets, although not instantaneously. Would have popped up some time in the last 250 years or so, assuming the timeline matches, but if you had records of them from before that it would also be incredibly valuable."

:I know of no such entity, but I will make inquiries among the other gods as are good enough or lawful enough to be trustworthy with it, and will send a message to you through my clerics if there is anything I can share:

And the vision comes apart.

She's back in Lastwall, still in the same room as she was before the vision. She doesn't have a good sense for how long that just took in real time, but probably not that long, since it was pretty quick subjectively and Eulalia is still looking at her with some astonishment.

"Was... was that the inheritor? Iomedae, I mean."

"In the vision? Yes, unless the local gods are good at false flagging that kind of thing. We talked, she answered a few of my questions... I'm going to need to verify some of it, but if true it's pretty decisive in terms of realigning my priorities. The short of it from your perspective is that I'm not whatever kind of magic user you have around here, or indeed any kind of magic user, I'm a much weirder thing that we've got way more of where I'm from. I primarily use something we call Ki, which is related to but not the same as life force, and I can use it either to enhance my body when I have one or for direct energy manipulation, which includes supercharging magic. In terms of combat ability, Iomedae suggested I'm actually stronger than a local 9th circle or equivalent, but I haven't had a chance to test that one out myself."

Which is, of course, an understatement by so much it's bordering on a lie, but Kakara's not going to be broken up about under-representing her strength to some people she just met; taken broadly, she's been living basically her entire life doing just that.

"When it's convenient, I'd like a chance to talk to some priests of other gods and ideally some research organizations not aligned with any of them, plus do some scrying of my own, but if that all turns out like I'm expecting I'll be able to give you guys some assistance."

That's really good news. Not quite the best possible news, but not too far off either.

"There are treaties against that kind of impersonation, and it definitely wouldn't be doable here at the heart of her power at all much less without her noticing and send us a vision about it. Which gods would you want to speak to, and how senior a priest? As for research organizations, most of them are aligned with a god, but there are exceptions and we can send out some requests; it would be easier if we had an idea of what kind of an expert you wanted to speak to from there as well."

"I'm not familiar with what gods here, but I'd want a decent spread; they don't have to be leaders, but I would appreciate it if they were senior enough to be able to speak authoritatively on interfaith dynamics and their own theology. Likewise, for the researchers I'd want to talk to experts on your local planar system, theology, politics, and on the afterlives, if those are all separate categories."

And while they're arranging for that, she can go do some independent research of her own.

Find me Asmodean priests talking about Hell.

And her eyes go white as she Sees.

And she finds herself in what is recognizably a church, if a lot more evil than the ones she's used to. The priest, clad in very ornate robes in red and black, speaks to a church full of people that look similar to most of those she's met so far about how they will all burn in Hell when they die, so they had better make themselves into a useful, obedient shape now so there will be something left of them to salvage once Asmodeus turns them into something more pleasing to Him. He talks about how they're all already damned, and that even if they weren't Asmodeus will conquer all the other planes and His victory will be complete and in that moment they'll be even worse off, for foolishly thinking they could deny Him what was rightfully His.

Well, that's unpleasant. She'll try for someone more senior, next.

Here's a 6th circle priest of Asmodeus, talking to what looks to be a stereotypical wizard of lower social station. The priest tells the man that now that he's reached 4th circle, he has two choices; one, retire to a relatively comfortable-but-monitored retirement, where he can labor under the Chelish security state cast spells or crafting items or scribing scrolls but never allowed into conflict, or he can sell his soul, for whatever he can get for it, and be permitted to be a real wizard. And the young wizard takes the second option, the priest smiling at him in what her own skills allow her to recognize as practiced false warmth, and they call up a devil that oozes the same evil feeling she got earlier off the demon army, and she can see the moment the sale concludes (for a pittance the value he would take, the wizard unable to see through the devil's persona) and the darkness sinks straight into his soul like an anchor.

Oh no. She knew it was going to be bad, but this is viscerally unsettling. She steels herself, though, and tries once more.

Show me Avernus.

The air is sickening, here, even in a vision, and the heat unpleasant. It cannot harm her, not with her strength nor through the protection of the vision, but it does not like her. There's a feeling about her that just yesterday she would not be able to place, a grimy unsettling quality that casts a pallor over her perceptions. It cannot block her sight or impede her senses though, not this diffusely, so it does not prevent her from seeing where she has arrived. It's a fortress, built in a style she can now see the church of Asmodeus was only a pale imitation of, and within it dwell devils. None so strong as the creatures she fought when she first arrived on Golarion, nor even the contract devil she saw earlier, but the same kind of creature all the same. And as she watches, a group of them drag in a new arrival, and drag him across the cobblestones towards implements of torture, an iron already heating up in one of the fires. She cannot bear to watch, and yet feels guilty for looking away as the screams start, and as she tries to block them out her eyes focus and she realizes the cobblestones are people, already experiencing agony beyond what she can comprehend, and across the plains of Avernus in incalculable number more-

Kakara cuts short the vision, wrenching herself back more swiftly than she every has before. Her stomach roils and she retches; had she her body, Kakara is certain she would have thrown up on the spot. Even as the heaves subside, she shivers uncontrollably, her composure broken.

"What did you see-"

The rage wells up through her now, and the Masque falls away. She doesn't even notice herself go Super Saiyan. Her power, normally stable even at the transformation's maximum, begins to spike wildly, and her face advertises her mood for all to see. Lightning starts to crackle around her, her rage forcing past her ingrained instinct not to power up further, and wind starts to pick up around her despite her current limitations as she lets out a scream. The floor cracks, sturdy stone unable to bear the forces she's subjecting it to, and Dazarel leaves her shoulders to flee the room. Her hair, already floating, spikes further, and the golden aura around her intensifies as her power doubles.

"I AM GOING TO BREAK HIM!"

Almost without waiting for her consent, her mind casts out for the location of her visions, her familiarity with the subject allowing her senses to cross the planar divide. She works her way through the revised equations for the instant transmission, her fingers rising to her forehead-

And another vision overtakes her, her mind too focused to ward it off. Prophecy is shattered on Golarion, even hers, but in Hell it is not, and as her intent crystalized the lines in which she remained outside its grasp fell away and the future opened up before her.

She sees herself in hell, brilliant light scouring away the shadows that never once have known the sun since history began. She sees the fortresses shattered in her wake, their sturdy construction like so much paper mache in a hurricane. All the buildings in the great city of Dis shattered, the treasuries of Erebus burnt to cinders, the terrible forges of Phlegethon finally silenced. And then she sees Asmodeus, roused to war, and understands. Understands why Iomedae has not marched on Hell, why the tormented souls cannot liberate themselves, why anyone suffers this injustice to exist.

She can make him pay a terrible price for it, the plane of Stygia itself shattered beyond all repair, and Hell itself relegated to 8 layers for the rest of time. But there's no path that leads to her victory here, not as she is now against him in the heart of his power, and with her defeat there will be nothing to stop the suffering from continuing.

It's the hardest thing she's ever done. Harder than controlling the rampaging energies of a planetary spirit bomb, harder than treating peaceably with Dandeer, harder even than turning against her beloved father when her principles told her what he was doing was not right. And not only is Kakara not in a rational mood, she is a Saiyan; nobody knows better than her that with the proper challenge arrayed against her, very little is actually impossible. But some things are more important than how she feels about them.

The transformation dies down, and Kakara sobs uncontrollably. The future shatters again into a million pieces.

What the fuck was that?

Once Dazarel went for the hills, Eulalia was not far behind. She's a 6th circle cleric, with pretty good magic items and although she's not a Paladin Eulalia has no shortage of courage, but when an adventurer double her level starts screaming and her Dragon - who is incidentally the only one in the room to have known about her for more than an hour - books it, just standing around while the floor shatters under you is not a great life decision. She casts break enchantment first, just in case that helps, but then she's out the door and frantically relaying details through a telepathic bond. When the wind dies down and the evacuation slows and hasty divinations confirm a lack of imminent danger, then, she's not the first one to return. Neither is Dazarel; that honor falls to a first circle Paladin named Louisa Hoffman.

(It is not in fact neccesary that the volunteer be without fear for them to be enthusiastic about entering the room; this is Lastwall. Even there, however, it does help).