Below the ground, beneath layer after layer of rock, in the very pits of Hell, is a museum. The museum is and always was. Not even the devil himself could tell you how it came to be, its walls and ever-expanding corridors appearing as necessary. The museum does not host famous works of art, of invention, nor priceless artifacts. Instead, it is a museum of monsters.
That may seem appropriate for Hell, but this museum houses all of the monstrous creations that ever were, evil or not. When you enter, a large, stuffed, friendly Galtic greets you at the door, its thirteen spindly hands beckoning you inside. In a corridor themed like the inside of a volcano, bat-like Avawaithians are displayed overhead, and the Wint, the extinct magma creatures, are posed before glowing red signs. A large Krake
