Helltown

Do it!

"Do it! Bash his head in. You know he deserved it!" a toothless, noseless creature yelled into the light-bringing device. The image showed a pair of feet hitting a defenseless dog. The poor pup squealed and barked, unable to escape a gang of eight. His owner was already lying on the ground, with his head in a pool of his own blood. The hell dweller relished every moment of the torture, for it was his favorite thing to do in his adolescence.

The creatures were spread evenly, each with their personal glow glass and a cut bone to measure their progress. Unlike the city dwellers, they did not need an incentive to work. Mere thrills of seeing someone else suffer for a change was enough.

An especially sinister figure giggled with glee, illuminated by the glass. In it, a grandmother of a particularly Christian household was beating the shit out of her rowdy children. "Oh how I love this," he sneered making fluttery movements with his fingers. "The goodie two-shoes are the best. It takes lon