Hell.
Hell was like a duplicated version of Delphic Amusement Park. Except if you ran to the gates, you would never get there. It would stretch before you, each step you take, the further the gate goes. There is no escaping.
There is a dull burning when you fall. The more you near the ground, the more intense, until you feel like your wing scars have been engulfed in flames. Agony.
But slowly fallen angels get use to it. The burning becomes numb. That is when you can truly take in your surroundings. The rides do not work. The underground tunnels do not exist either. It all seems so familiar, yet it isn't. Everything is dark neutral shades. You cannot touch anything, feel anything, nor feel any pleasurable feelings. Fallens are like locked in a pane of glass, except you cannot feel happiness, pleasure. Nothing good. Its all sadness, rebellious anger and depression. All your worst memories worst nightmares come alive like ghosts. You cannot run, you cannot hide.
You will have no friends, comrades, or acquaintances. There is always an unexplained fury in the pit of each fallen angel's stomach. You feel like everybody owes you something. This is what archangel magic can do. Archangel's punish those who built Delphic Amusement Park, with their rules.
Hell is the duplicated version of your life, only in black and gray, and depressing emotions.