Cassandra tilted her head, confused. Teo graciously nudged his head to the side. A man was sitting on the far end of the park. He had completely red skin, mostly names except a skin cloth over her private part. He also had goat legs, with white small horns coming out of his head. At first, she thought he was a demon but then he started sobbing, which was something demons would never do. Cassandra blinked. She was so deep in thought, she stopped paying attention to him."Watching misery like that really cheers up, don't you think? Especially when humans are so easily triggered by all the delights they took for granted back on Earth," he said soothingly."Actually, I only came here to clear my head," she added, antsy."Sure, sure. Trouble at home, I hear?" he asked sympathetic, sitting down next to her.Cassandra puffed, fixing the creases on her outfit. "Life in three can be difficult.""I can only imagine. Basil told me all about it. Kind of a surprise, really. He was never a playboy.

Rows and rows of white tiles covered the walls, illuminated with the sickliest of greens. Dim lights and cracks, combined with metal faucets and beds, looking as if lifted straight out of an abandoned asylum. This was the closest thing this city had to a hospital. A few graveled paths laid over the graying dirt, leading to a broken and dirty fountain. Rings or red and brown covered the once white marble with the most repulsive and smelliest part being around the pipe in the middle. Cassandra sat on a bench facing that way. Behind her was a flimsy fence with a view of the high dark buildings.She thought about how such a place was even made but soon gave up realizing this was Helltown - and trying to make sense of Helltown was an equivalent of giving yourself a lobotomy. She looked gorgeous in her elegant leather outfit. It was sexy yet sophisticated, with the leather straps of her skirt only emphasizing her strong thighs. Her hair was done in a sleek hair due wit

"Damn filthy liars, every last one of you!" a very old man shouted from his puffy armchair.Television of the 90s was an interesting mix of colorful and edgy kid shows, sitcoms with laugh tracks, upbeat rhythms and grainy videos of tanks and destruction coming from the other side of the world. Tiffany, who was in the kitchen with her mom, looked towards him worried. She was visiting and tried to help out as much as she could."Pay no attention. He's fighting with the TV again. Calm down Larry! You know they can't hear you!" her mother yelled."They can hear me alright. Do you know that-"Larry uttered before he was gripped by a violent cough. Tiff hurried to bring him a glass of water. "Here you go, dad," she said softly, watching him concerned while he drank the whole thing."Thank you pumpkin," he said slightly winded.Tiffany tilted her head, letting out a worried sigh. "What's on your mind, dear?" her mother asked quietly."His state is getting worse," she whispered."Yep, seems

In a small room with the glowing vision tube, two damned souls, sat patiently. Robby and Donny, as they called themselves, were waiting on someone to show them how this supernatural device worked. Rob fidgeted in his seat, watching how someone walked down the dusty market filled with chatty people."What's the matter? Does your but still hurt from the party?" Don teased."Don't remind me. I gave it my all, so that this jerk could stand us up to. Where in Helltown is he? We were supposed to start ages ago," the taller man complained. Donny kept glancing at the door, restless on his uncomfortable chair. His feet swung, unable to reach the floor. "He must be busy training others. It's a time-consuming job, you know. In fact, I overheard someone saying that they are going to expand this department. Apparently, something big is about to happen," he whispered, excited."Just our luck. We went through all the pain of getting here only for some freshly fallen idiot to get it served on a silv

After many, many showers, the traumatized man laid in his white sheet bed. Looking at the ceiling, solemn and mute, he sighed moving his head slowly. Cassandra’s hand was on his chest, keeping him warm with her body. In her cozy pajamas, she had not left his side since the horrible incident. "How are you feeling?" she spoke softly, moving only to take his empty cup away.He smiled, watching her grateful. "You really don’t need to do all this? When is the last time you rested?""What for? It’s not like I can sleep," she joked, tidying the covers."I’m serious. Why don't you go and take a walk with Teo?""And run into a chance encounter with one of those things that did this to you? No, thanks," she said sarcastically. Still, the cracks in her voice gave her away.He looked at her worried. "You do not have to torture yourself. You thought you were doing a good thing. I blame myself for not explaining things well enough before the wedding."She sighed massaging her face. "The fault is m