Hal woke with a start, clutching a pain in his chest that left him gasping. A shiver ran down his spine as he took in his surroundings. He was in a cell of some sort, the walls were rounded and made of a dull red stone,a door made of twisted metal covered in small spikes was the only entrance. Faint sounds of cheering and screams could be heard. He sat upon a worn mat of bound twigs, some scratching at his legs. A small window casted an orange light into the cell. Hal approached the door and looked outside, careful not to brush against the rusty spines. A spiral stairways went to an upper floor to his left, another cell could be seen across from him.
	He collapsed flat on his ass as he saw the girl inside. She had horns! Apparently not natural ones, the skin was red where they were crudely grafted into her skin. Blue veins could be seen inside the horns, gently pulsing with her heart beat. Hal tried to get her attention to no avail. He stepped back and went to his window. Standing on his tiptoes he could just see outside. What he saw was hell, literally hell. He could make out several large groups of demons. Each group held aloft in the center some effigy, totem, or banner of a different beast. In the air flying demons circled, occasionally dipping down to pluck a screaming demon and drop them from great hights. He could see a guard next to his window. Her clawed feet were planted firmly on the ground, she wore a blue skirt and held a large bow in her hand. On her bare chest she had only one breast, the other spot held an angry red scar. He blushed as he could see up her skirt and view her genitals. Other similar demoness guards could be seen on platforms in the field between his cell and the hordes.
	Out in the distance he could see two large demons bickering with a guard at the base of her platform. One bore a pair of large antlers whilst the other had the head of a hog. The debate was getting quite heated until the guard nocked an arrow and aimed it at the hog, who shrunk back in defeat. The antlered demon turned to his horde and roared, throwing up his arms in triumph. Hal’s cell rattled at the cheering from the antler horde. A horn bellowed, from the lines of groups out poured smaller younger demons, wearing colors and marking from their rightful factions. From behind them came demonesses, wearing only skirts and leaving their tits bare. They gleefully went amongst the charging youths with whips, marking any who they got close enough to with red scares. The guards fired arrows at those who climbed the platforms or tried to run from the whips. The guard next to Hal took her stance and fired into the youngling as well, he could see why her breast had been removed, such a large boob would hinder her firing.
	Soon they had passed by Hal’s window and out of his view. He could hear screams and yells from upstairs followed by the thundering of steps from the staircase. Hal quickly flattened himself against the wall and out a view, heart thundering in fear. Smashing and screaming could be heard as they tore into the girl’s cell. Hal risked a peek and saw them hoist her up, she was awake and screaming now as she struggled against them. The younglings began hoisting her up the staircase, after she was raised up beyond view a frightful shrill was hear. Her body hit the stone floor first, spilling the contents of her skull on the floor. More hollering was heard as they raced down the stairs.
	A demon rolled her over and brandished a crude sickle, tearing her shirt off. He situated the sickle to remove a breast before a whip was heard, a red gash appearing on his back. He dropped the sickle and lowered his head, showing his back to the whip.  One of the female whip demons came down the stairs and started screaming at the demon in a tongue Hal couldn’t understand. Soon more male demons came down and collected the corpse, raising it up again and taking it up.
	Hal returned to the window, the youths were holding a chair in which the corpse sat, head lolling to the side. The hordes let out another cheer as they saw the horned girl. They brought the body to the antlered demon, his group sent another cheer as they began to depart with the body. Soon after the field began to clear of the factions, Hal let out a deep breath as he relaxed. He wouldn’t be killed today it seems. He slumped down onto his mat and curled into a ball, there was still a stain on the ground from where the girl fell. Hal sobbed himself to sleep quietly.
	His slumber was rudely interrupted with another horn below, the ground shaking with the force of stampeding feet. Hal checked the window, the guard had left, and the stampede was full of the one-breasted guards charging the field. Hal once again flattened himself to the wall, praying he could just disappear from this living hell. Instead of the thundering of feet down the steps there was just one heavy pair, slowly thumping their way down. Hal held his breath, heart hammering in his ears. He screamed as his door was literally pushed open, bending on its hinges until the joints snapped off. In ducked a large seven foot tall demoness, large breast hung nude and her crotch exposed. The only clothing was a leather belt with a green towel draped down her thigh. The face was featureless, only a mouth full of razor teeth broke separator her face. She grinned as she saw Hal backed into the corner, arms out as she edged closer. When she grabbed him Hal tried striking her, hands harmlessly beating scaled arms and a bony face. She placed the struggling man over her shoulder and climbed the stairs.
	At the top Hal became submissive; the visage of demonesses tossed aside, trampled, or simply crushed was enough to let him know what his captor was capable of. Jubilant cheers and screams arose as she hoisted him in view of the hordes. The hulking she-demon began moving once again. She was soon flanked by the one-breasted archers and the whippers. Any flying demonesses who came to close sprouted arrows from their chests. Any who walked in front of the entourage were trampled. Those on the sides were given gashes from whips, and instead of a shriek of pain or fear they through of a cheer. The crowed was getting more and more frenzied at the site of their own blood. The crowd through bits of viscera at him, demonic male hoods thrown at him from demoness with blood coming from their chins. Others exposed privates to Hal, trying to weaken him over the crowds. His captor did not notice, simple trudging through and crushing all who came under foot.
	They arrived at a temple, the one-breasted guards flanked the entrance and stood in windows. Hal was set down in front of the entrance, the large demoness nudged him to go forward. He stood still, to scared to move deeper. All at once his entourage began shouting at him, hisses and screams, whips raising, arrows nocking. They screeched at Hal to continue, Hal suddenly found a reason to move as he sprinted into the temple. The doors were shut behind him, sealing him in the antechamber. He opened the second set of doors and entered the chamber. Along the walls hung crucified demons, there were several other doors along the walls. In the center sat a human-ish figure. She? The figure looks female from the pair of breasts, was an abomination. Patches of mismatched skin were loose in some places and pulled taught in others. Skin, fur, scales, and exoskeleton were collaged together. Her eyes weren't like normal eye sockets, not concave sockets like Hal’s. They were more skin pulled over ahead with cuts in it like a sheet a kid would use for halloween. Hal wet himself as the head turned to face him.
	The voice was not as expected; it was sympathetic, smooth, motherly almost. “Fear not child, harm will not befall you. I suppose you are quite confused, hmm?” Hal cast his eyes down, he could not bear to watch the unholy mouth, but he did nod his head to her assumptions. Gently laughter filled the chamber. “Allow me to explain, then. You were sacrificed! A group on earth has offered your life in exchange of power and the deal was accepted. But that is not what has raised such hell...in hell,” gentle laughter filled the air as the abomination laughed at her own joke. “The suspicious thing is that you were not promised to a arch group. Remember the virgin girl that came with you? She was promised to the Horned One in exchange for indomitable warriors. You were merely slain, with the deal’s end still open. That means you have yet to be promised to an arch group. So the sisterhoods have brought you to me to settle which sisterhood you will be assigned to. I assure you all are quite eager, you are the first virgin male to be sacrificed, imagine if an angel had fell to earth? Such a beautiful creature would be coveted, that is the same with humans in hell” The abomination gave a wave of her hand and the door opened.
	Out came demonesses with bands of colored cloth on their persons. From one came the hulking behemoth that carried you out, a belt with a green and gold towel draped her thigh. Face only marked by the slit of her mouth, her tongue was lolling out as she smiled and waved at you. A chain from her hand connected to a raging creature, pulling on the chain to try and pounce on you. The creature’s arms and legs were thin and blood coated, eyes bright red, a black cloth was wrapped around her neck. The next was a tall and slim one-breasted guard, a blue and gold sash around her wide hips and a large bow in hand. Her face had four eyes that narrowed themselves on you, a small mouth had hints of a smile. The next was one of the flying hags, a white and blue cloth was wrapped around her ankle. She snarled as she folded her leathery wings back, crossing her arms under her small breasts. A chitinous creature came out, body covered in bone white plates, any expressions it had were lost to Hal due to the insect-like face. A final one bled from a shadow, her body was black as ash and dried like a mummy. Hal lost himself in her eyes, silver disks like the moon against her midnight-black flesh.
	The abomination spoke once a again, “These are the sisterhoods who choose contest for your hand,” *sniff* The abomination wiped a bloody tear from her patchwork face, “I’m sorry! I’m just so happy one of my girls is getting married!” Hal’s mouth dropped as he shrank back, this was not right. This creatures, these beasts, weren’t going to touch him. The abomination spoke again, “Well, hopefully they will get married. You can always choose the pit of everlasting agony I suppose.” Hal gulped and looked at his choices.
	The she-hulk, who was awkwardly waving at him. The near-feral creature who was choking herself on the leash. The tall and slim one-breasted guard. The flying hag who was impatiently tapping her foot. The insect who remained like a bone-white statue. Or the black mummy that Hal felt like he was losing his soul to her eyes.
	Hal’s voice was nervous, “I-I choose…” his hand raised up and pointed at...