A child minding legends and ghost stories at my father's knee, I first learned of the rakshasa pagala.
The "traitors," held lower than goshta.
They captured my imagination.
You've heard it said that every year a vicious habit discarded might in time make the worst of us good.
Even demons and devils, in the course of their long lives, have found redemption - a small seed of goodness planted by some misgiving or chance encounter growing with time into an Empyreal Lord. But the dhruva jivita is river that cannot reverse its course. The eternal rebirth erodes virtue like water breaking rock, carrying away whatever small seeds of goodness may have taken root along its banks before they can grow.
Rakshasa are divorced from the judgement of moral and civilized beings, and exposed to the judgement of parasitic rakshasa.
Rakshasa are utterly divorced from Pharasma's judgement.
Rakshasa see no reward for charity, no comeuppance for cruelty, and none of them ever will.