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Helltown Family fun
To drown it all, her mind went to a much happier time."I have decided. We attack tonight. Get the men ready," a male voice with a slight accent said."Yes, my leader. I shall do as you say," another replies. "What about the women and children?""Hmm, give the good-looking ones to the men. The rest, do whatever you wish," the first authoritarian voice stated."As you wish, Sir," his second-in-command said.The voices appeared to be coming from the bubbling water, boiling in a pot on a modern stove. Tiffany held her head over the vapors. Now 44, she carefully listened, holding her eyes closed. The steam was making her face red, still she persevered. Once getting all the info needed, the cook went over to her laptop. The screen turned on with a news article on a notorious millitant group which caused problems all over the world. This time their focus was set on Africa. She looked around, typed a few things and pressed a button. The printer spat out a paper with a picture of a sly-lookin
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
Helltown Working for Helltown
"And what are your interests, gorgeous?" a hunky male voice said to a smiling 19-year-old. "Well I like shopping, my cat Pudgy and skateboarding," she said with a flirty giggle. "So, you have a pussycat. I’d love to play with your pussy," he whisperer, making the girl blush. Cass watched through the elliptic glass as the girl played with her hair. The man handed her a pen, which she used to sign a contract. "Congratulations, hot stuff. You are now a part of Sluts and Ass. Shooting starts tomorrow so, make sure to wash yourself well." The hell dweller changed the scene. She found herself increasingly working with the sex industry. It felt easier, she convinced herself. It did not involve blood or violence. At least not most of the time. It was not much of a sin, she thought, because it gave people comfort and pleasure. And it's online so no physical complications. And the girl could earn a good pay as well. It's not in the old days when they were literally slaves. Right? After Bas
Helltown Peace and prosperity?
Tiff was grading some papers. Now in her 50s, with the kids living their own lives, she had enough spare time to pursue teaching. More as a hobby rather than necessity. In good shape and groomed, most would shave a decade off her life. Sam was a different story. Now completely gray, he entered with the mail. "Hello, dear. How is work?" Smooching her husband on the lips, she looked down making single straight strokes with her red marker. "Unbelievable. You cannot believe how many Tiffanys I have in class," she said scoffing at an answer. Still smiling, he leaned in and whispered. "No matter how many of them are, you will always be unique to me." Tiff watched him, pouty yet flattered. "Aren’t you the sweetest," she said, air kissing him and turned her attention to the paper pile. "Anything for me?" "Actually, your old pals at the Peace and Prosperity Org have sent you another greeting card," Sam joked waving another envelope, this one even more beautiful than the last. "I'm kind of
Helltown Brainstorming
A clawed hand swept the glass covered floor. Cassandra was in the bedroom with her face covered in bandages. "Don't worry, my dear. It will heal soon," Basil comforted her, holding her head near his chest. "Did that rude angel scare you?""Such force. I have never felt something like that. And the sword. It's like a supernova hit."Basil cackled pleased, with his chest moving. "That must be the heavy artillery," he said with a vicious smile."How can you laugh at something like?" she uttered, dumbfounded. The damned soul chuckled with a vicious smirk. "Angel like that are only sent on special missions. God must be getting worried. Do you know what that means?""No, what?" she blinked.Her husband leaned in with a grimace which made him unrecognizable. "It means the overlord’s plan is working.""Oh.""Yes, my dear. Very soon, this smelly wasteland will only be a distant memory. Before long, we will live in abundance human monarchs could only dream off," he grinned, delighted."Sounds
Helltown All according to plan
As the music blasted, she let out a puff of smoke, placing a hot iron on the board. The song playing in that particular moment she randomly found online. The rhythm was so upbeat and the message everything's-going-according-to-plan hit so well that she couldn't help but play it on repeat. Her husband was suddenly called that morning and told urgently that he has to come to work. She did not mind. After all it was better that he did not see this.Large piles of white linen were placed all around her as she carefully ironed and folded them all over the large open area. By the time, the clock turned 3, she had placed the ironed covers all around her living room, dancing and singing to the loud beats.A man knocked on her door. Not having anyone greet him, he entered the front door with confidence. He walked into the living room and observed the carefree woman doing her chores."We finally meet," he said calmly. Tiff still near her ironing board glanced at the man. He was in his mid-50s,
Helltown No time to spare
The Helltown mayor's throne room was located on the highest floor of the tallest building. The vast area was completely covered in black smooth rocks. His throne reached the ceiling, embellished with straight geometric slabs. A group of his most trusted demon and minion advisers had formed a perfect semicircle. They looked at him in awe, awaiting his orders."How are the maggots doing?" he said."Splendidly, my overlord. As you have predicted, the damned souls were very successful in making humans sin. We have not seen such results in eons," one advisor said with a deep bow."Typical. No better way to destroy humans then humans themselves," the ruler of Helltown said pleased. He laughed menacingly, watching a large black orb levitating near him. Unlike the devices of other hell dwellers, his was made of dark matter that both extracted and engulfed light. It showed, a diplomat giving a speech. By the look of it, the man was covered in ancient talismans and writings used for warding off
Helltown Dance! Dance!
"Cocktails for everyone!" the 19-year-old Tiff yelled. Her friends and her were out to a bar, dressed to a T, near her college. Disco was blasting, overpowering their chatter. "Too bad they're nonalcoholic," Jenifer sulked at the glass, but Regina already had the solution. She carefully pulled a tiny flask out of her bra and poured a transparent liquid into the girls' glasses. "I knew those melons of yours would come in handy one day," Tina squeaked delighted, taking the first sip. Tiff smelled her first. "What is this? Brandy?" "You know it," Reggie winked. The girls chugged their drinks, gagging from the taste a moment later. "That was bitter. Let's get another," Jenny yelled. Unknown to them, a group of college guys was already checking them out. A tall athletic type kept staring at them with a mysterious smile. Tiffany side-glanced him and looked away. "Is it my imagination, or is that guy checking you out?" she said to Reggie. Her friends discretely looked his way. The g