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

"Oh for!" Oliver uttered, rubbing his frustrated said. "Pay attention. You place your finger over the picture, like so and then swipe to the left or right to change the picture. It's that simple!" he yelled at a skin and bones figure with a white beard longer than his legs. He was one of many squatting around him, each with a device of their own. The damned soul looked at him with his milky eyes and tried to do as instructed. 


The newcomer growled irritated. "No! Don't move your figure from the glass. Keep it on," he said, grabbing the ancient man's hand and accidentally breaking off his index finger. "Um, sorry about that," Oliver uttered as the man hissed at him. 


In the meantime, the hog convoy was entering the city gates. They were greeted by Basil and his work buddies. In their hands, they had pens and notebooks, ready to list all the earthly cargo. Once the job was done, Basil took two and went home. 


The devious plan