Two weapons clanged. A sturdy long stick with a large mace on top was swayed aside by a strong female warrior. With her short reddish hair and a menacing yell, she trusted her chain mace towards a tall girl with a long pointy tail and protruding fangs. She barely dodged her attack, throwing her body to the ground of the arena. The audience behind the flimsy fence roared and cheered in a frenzy. They were packed tight around the rocky walls, thirsting for blood.
The fallen girl heaved, holding her weapon tight. Standing up, she narrated, "Someone once joked 'Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company'. Only fools can believe this to be true."
Her opponent cackled with a smirk, ready for another attack.
"Do you want to know what it's like down here? Well, let me tell you."
The woman in question entered this world as a very old and very ill woman. Surrounded by her loved ones, she closed her eyes and entered a hell-like dimension. It resembled a large city floating on a lake of lava, called Helltown. With very little resources, she had to find a way to survive. Luckily, there was hope. The woman used a spell to become a beautiful young woman with super strength. Disguised, she fought demons, escaped the slums, ended up in a brothel and then as a gladiator in an arena. With many enemies and shifty allies, she finally managed to catch a break and get to the top floors, where the intrigues truly start.  Along the way, we learn more about her life on Earth and the possible reasons for her being there.  Can she stay sane among such evil?  What is Helltown, and does it affect the life on Earth? A lot, actually.

Helltown

Shouts and laughter were coming from a few floors above. 


"What in Helltown was that?" Cassandra gasped, scared out of her wits. 


"That is considered entertainment here," he said calmly. 


She perked her ears up. "Sounds like a football match. Can you catch TV from the surface?" his wife asked hopeful. 


Cassandra pouted, tapping her fingers together. "It is like radio but with moving pictures." 


"Alright," she added slowly, thinking. "Like a book, but instead of imagining, all that is on the pages is clearly visible." 


Cassandra tried again, becoming visibly irritated. "Have you ever seen a play? Like that only…" 


"I know what television is… I didn't just bury my hand in the molten rock when I arrived here, you know," he said mockingly. 


Exhaling, he pondered for a while before answering, "There is a chance you may not like it." 


The Entertainment