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

A woman was ferociously scrubbing a small table in the living room. You would think life in such a beautiful house on a paradise island would consist of nothing more than sunbathing and drinking coconut milk. Sadly, the reality was far different. Every surface of this vast and luxurious house was spotlessly cleaned, except for this damn coffee stain. Wiping over and over, making her fingers hurt, she clenched her teeth, constantly turning towards the front door. She was in her late 30s, beautiful once, now only a shell of her former self. The man of the house quickly arrived. A greedy and hubris dark figure who had made a name for himself and became the leader in his former colony community. Wearing an all-white suit, he looked down on her through his thin golden glasses. The woman stood up to greet him. Slowly approaching, he gave her a peck on the cheek. 


"Is dinner ready?" he asked, inspecting the room. 


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