Acheron is a hell designed to punish the gluttinous. The lands of this world appear to be a rich garden of plenty, but fruits are rotten on the inside and game are disguised demons. The grasses of a sunlight glade are envenomed blades.

The only honest part of Acheron is the site of the vigil of Saint Sistranalle, where the saint still stands in protection of the soul of her condemned lover, millenia after she began her watch.