There were certain places in Hell that surprisingly has places that try their best to bring joy to the sinners who live here, either out of sheer luck or once the torturing and suffering have needed living in hell like they did on earth is the only thing left to do. But there are other places in hell so terrifying that they were worse than the actual realm itself. Places where even the most vile of sinners wouldn’t be caught dead a second time.

The place Hogsten was walking into was one of those places.

He marched on to a dark cavern. Surrounded by back rocks, thorns, and shadows where anything could creep in. He tried his best to hold his head up to the pathway to a dark castle that resembled a claw. The stones that were used to build it were pure pitch black it was like walking into a hand of a beast.

As soon as Hogsten passed the skeletons and the branches that resembled tentacles, he reached the gate and it opened as soon as he was near. For who was inside was already expecting him. He walked in and passed a great hall where he passed broken statues with wings or torn paintings so scratched the faces were gone. He enters a large room surrounded by even more broken things, mostly statues and other types of debris. Up ahead he saw a staircase that led to a throne where he met the person who sat there.

Hogsten was more timid than ever before, he shook as if he was on a death row. And that was saying a lot considering he was already in hell. But he would rather meet Satan himself than even be in the same room as her.

The person sitting on the throne was tall, with an hour glass figure, a mid drift most curvaceous but also had dark purple coloured armour, nearly close to back. Her skin was snow white and her hair was short with a slight blue hue. Though her face could be compared to an angel or Amazon, her eyes were as cold as the black tendrils merging from her back. But her most distinguishing feature was the marking on his face that resembled a W. The first letter to her name.

Hogsten, slightly shake.

“you.....wanted to see me. Miss........miss.......”

The woman, standing up and coldly looking down on him.

“You know my name. It’s Wrathica. And you know why you’re here, don’t you?”

As she walked down, the dark tendrils started seeping through the stairway, almost crawling to wards Hogsten.

Wrathica, displeased

“How many chances did I give you to prove yourself to me? I gave you one simple task, retrieve to me the witch. And yet she is not here.”

Hogsten, jittery

“Now miss, I did my best as you asked. I even went so far as to trick her subordinates to turn on her which was not that difficult apparently.”

Wrathica.

“And you still failed. Not once but twice.”

Hogsten, looking down with his hands behind him.

“She was with someone else. I don’t who he is but.......he was stronger than I thought.”

Wrathica walked down to him while her tendrils slivered around hogsten,. Making him nervous.

Wrathica.

“Am I supposed to forgive you for being too weak?”

Hogsten, sweating as if he was melting.

“That’s not what I’m trying to say.”

Wrathica, coldly

“I’m aware. Unfortunately for you. It does not matter.”

Hogsten feels something on his leg. He looks down and sees what looks like stone and concrete moving around him like it’s liquid. It latches on to him and starts seeping its way up to his body. Hogsten tried to run but his leg was already planted in the ground as the stones kept growing. Before he could scream, his body was already covered in stone from head to toe and he remained lifeless. Wrathica stepped forward to examine her latest work. The once called Hogsten was now reduced to nothing but a pig shaped statue. That is until she tapped his snout.

Suddenly, green markings appear on the statue. As they glowed. The statue started changing. She watched as the finger twitched slightly. Little by little, it was not long before the whole hand could move. Then the arm all the way to the toes and not long after. The Hogsten statue started moving and coming to life again. This time. His demeanour changed. Now instead of being nervous and cowardly. The golem that was once Hogsten acted as if it nothing except loyal to Wrathica as it knelt down and bowed to her like the queen she is in her realm.

She smiled at it. Gazing at her new toy. Her new latest work. Thinking how it went from a snivelling cowardly pig to a stoic obedient golem. She picked up an axe and swung it at the stone hogsten, testing it’s durability and to her expectations, it shattered as if it was made of a harder metal instead of stone.

Wrathica, coldly with a sinister grin

“Now that suits you much better.”