Did not have much time for this, so this post will focus on one sub-idea I had. ‘The Forgotten’. While most who die in the world, at least in the middle of this crisis, go to a Hellish works for the afterlife, there is an alternative. No paradise or anything like that, but an area of the world isolated from the rest, spared from much of the suffering.
It is an elaborate building, appearing as a large fortress from the outside. But once inside one does not leave, but the place also seems to shift, halls going different ways from one day or another, rooms disappearing or (re)appearing at seemingly random. But who finds themselves in such a place? The purehearted, who have no where better to be sent? Sometimes yes, sometimes no.
Perhaps it was always like this, or perhaps the afterlife was twisted along with the living world. But if one dies while others grieve or morn, they get thrown to the demons, to face life under their torment. While those who are forgotten, who had no one to remember them, find themselves in this quiet place. Watched by the ‘keepers’.
Who are the keepers? Even they perhaps do not know, or forgot. They are not demons, but always been part of the world. Something other than human, maybe they were once angel like, or at least some were, maybe they were something else. But they are there first the forgotten souls, try to help them adjust to their new home.
(This is my initial thought at least, open to make additions/adjustments).