It is known to Civilization, and told now also to Peranza, that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, conserving momentum. When you leap into the air, you push the planet away from you, some tiny bit, with your feet. When the gravitational force of the planet pulls you back to ground, the gravitational force of yourself on all the rest of the planet pulls it towards you some tiny amount, just enough to balance all of your own momentum change, a tiny tiny acceleration of something much much bigger than you.
More so even than the procession of a Maledicted paladin, this soul does not belong in Hell whatever its sale. It burns not only with defiance and faith and Lawful Goodness, but also hope and relief and joy.
Ever so slightly, the fabric of Hell trembles at Peranza's passing, so subtly you would have to be Nethys to detect it. Even as the dark weight of Hell tries to press in on her soul, her soul presses back.
If all the petitioners in Hell could feel so, all in the same moment, perhaps the fabric of the plane itself would be changed.
It's a futile hope and not a good plan. Very very few petitioners, even among recently lost paladins, are capable of feeling anything like what Peranza is feeling now. Those who've been here a few centuries have been shaped so that they would not even want to feel anything so pathetic. And even if neither of those things were true, the petitioners of Hell would not be able to coordinate around one single moment of hope like that...
And Peranza goes on crying out hope, hope, hope in the paths of Hell.