Of course people no longer fear Hell.
Hell has been presented as a carnival, a county fair, a penny arcade, a casino, a festival of lights and sounds and cotton candy and Ferris wheels and Tilt-a-Whirls.
Unfortunately for those who want it, Hell is the flip-side of that. Hell is when the fair has all closed down and everyone else has gone home, and the lights have been turned out and you have been left on the Midway, lying face down in your own vomit and blood, soaked to the skin in the puddle streams of other people's piss and shit.
And there is no one there to hold your hand. No one there, ever, to check on you.