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

Tiffany jumped from rooftop to rooftop, with the men in pursuit. They flew and went through obstacles, never loosing sight of her. Realizing she cannot outrun them for much longer, the terrified woman headed towards a block of residential buildings and into someone's apartment. Remembering she can go through walls, she stepped into an apartment. Passing thought a few walls and ceilings, the winded woman hid under the table. The men scattered around the area, searched for a good hour. Holding in her breath, still as a statue, she could hear them jumping around. 


"There must be over a thousand compartments to go through. Shit!" one low male voice yelled. 


"Impossible. There hasn’t been one in centuries," the third, angrier voice was heard. 


"I don't know. There was a strange occurrence a few years ago in DC. Apparently, he dreamt of one standing over him and hissed. Something witches of the past loved to do," the second voice added. 


A reason to worry