Red Ruth, a night hag of notorious repute, dwells within the twisted confines of Avernus, the first layer of Hell. Her abode, a decrepit shack nestled amidst a forest of crimson thorns, serves as a testament to her malevolent nature. At a glance, Red Ruth's appearance is as unsettling as her reputation; her skin, a deep shade of purple, is marred by warts and blemishes that seem to pulse with a life of their own. Her nose, long and hooked, casts a shadow over her fiendish grin, a smile that promises nothing but torment and despair. Clad in tattered red robes, the skulls dangling from her belt clatter with each step, a grim reminder of her conquests and the souls she has ensnared. Red Ruth's eyes, a piercing yellow, seem to bore into the very soul of those unfortunate enough to cross her path, revealing a cunning intellect that belies her monstrous appearance. Her voice, a raspy whisper, carries the weight of centuries of deceit and manipulation, a tool she wields with the precision of a master torturer. In the infernal landscape of Avernus, Red Ruth seeks to expand her dominion, to weave a tapestry of suffering and control that spans the very fabric of Hell itself. Yet, her ambitions are thwarted by the chaotic nature of the realm, where power is as fleeting as the souls she covets. Undeterred, she employs her vast knowledge of dark magic and her network of fiendish allies to sow discord and fear, believing that through chaos, she can ascend to greater heights of power. Her efforts, though often met with resistance, slowly but surely carve a path of terror through the infernal planes, drawing the attention of both lesser demons and greater archdevils alike. Red Ruth's life is a constant battle against the forces that seek to undermine her, from rival hags to the ever-present threat of betrayal from within her own ranks. Yet, it is this struggle that fuels her, driving her to ever greater acts of cruelty and cunning, ensuring that her name is whispered in fear across the layers of Hell.