It’s the city of hell, and in hell you find all sorts of nasty thing. Like it's ugly architecture, litter everywhere, burning people running around screaming, screaming rain for some reason, and other weird but tormenting attributes in hell.

And here you’ll find a man with green skin, muscles that look as if they were built for anything. Horns with the tips made blunt or cut off. A necklace of a dragon skull and a full beard in a darker hue of green. Following his fashion choice of jeans and a v neck. Drakehelm walking down the Streets looking glum as ever. His hands in his pockets but still tensed in case of trouble. then Someone calls out to him

Mugger, holding a knife in a menacing pose

“Hey Punk, Give me all your money or you're gonna wish you had given me all

You're money. You know because I'll stab you for it.”

Drakehelm looked at him with his constant babbling. Feeling incredibly annoyed. So the mugger, he gets a punch so powerful he gets Sent across and hits a billboard like one of those wacky violent cartoons everybody loves. He thought that was the end of it till he heard other three stooges talking to him.

A tall skinny one with a pig nose that looked like a cartoon squid. A short shark thing with arms and legs with a weird moustache and the one in the middle with goblin like features, bling and a belly that looked like it belong to hippo in desperate need of a diet.

Fat one, pointing at him

“We were gonna rob that guy.

Of course drake gives a huge sigh. Not liking having to deal with this crap like every other day. But he gets ready to fight none the less, he puts up his dukes and gets ready for the brawl. Which lasts about five seconds as they were all immediately pummelled to the ground. Leaving drake to walk home.

You probably don’t know this but this is an average day for Drake in Hell. Everyday its usually Him fighting and scrounging for whatever cash He could grab to pay His rent.

After a long walk, he finally manages to head back into his apartment building. Which was just as ugly as everything else but just affordable enough to live in. He opens the door with a slam and walk along the halls full of doors as ugly as his. Ignoring the scratches and stains from various activities people do in their private lives. He dared not to question. Before he could open his door to his apartment. A small crab wearing a suit on a stool calls to him. The land lord named Mr keebs.

Keebs snapped

“You’re late on ya rent fa this month Drake.”

Drake

“I’ll get your fucking rent money. That’s the 5th time you’ve asked”.

Keebs

“And I’ll bring it up a 6th time if I have to.”

Drake opens the and thinks to himself how he could easily crush him. But then he’d have to be the one talking to the residents and they’re actually worse than him. It’s how it is on a day to day basis. I doesn’t know how long he has been doing this. Decades, centuries. Time in Hell has no meaning unless you care about the holidays. But to be honest nobody does. The only thing Drake learned in this afterlife is that Hell is no different than up-top. Still surrounded by ass holes. On the bright side he has gotten all the time in the world. Enough time to realise just how fucking bleak his life is since he has come down here. All Drake does is fight and collect rent just so he doesn’t starve. Provided he can still be hungry. Rules of hell weren’t clear on that. He doesn’t know if things will get better for him. But all he can do is continue to exist and see what happens.

He ends the night like he always does. He eats his eggs and toast for dinner. After that he lifts weights, punches the bag to improve his fighting techniques. Does his one arm push ups. Have a long nice hit shower. And ended the day with a lay down in bed. Staring into the outside of hell. The place he lives in for eternity.

Drake

“Yup. Just another day in hell.”

Elsewhere in the middle of the night. Two sinners break into a shop named the Shit Store. And they are struggling to carry the couch they stole. One on the left is the man with shark like features but cool hair while the other has a head shaped like a teddy bear.

Shark thug

“Come on dude we gotta go before she comes”

Teddy thug

“Oh come on you don’t actually believe that crap do you. You really think this entire part of town is being controlled by some witch of legend.”

Then out of the shadows, a long legged petite, dark skinned woman with Violet hair. With a piercing on her chin. And a witches hat. Her gloved stripped hands glowed with purple energy as she grins wickedly

Witch, with a thick British accent.

“You should have listened to your friend there.”

The shark thug gets hit and sent across like a ragdoll.

Teddy thug, alarmed

“Oh shit!!”

He tries to run but some catches his foot that glowed the same way. He hit the concrete with a loud thud and tried his hardest to get up. But was frozen when he looked up the woman he had wronged.

Teddy Thug

“Oh god. It’s you. You’re her. you’re..........

As she towers over him with a purple pink fireball in her hand and a wicked smile to could make anyone soil themselves in absolute despair.

Teddy Thug, as he looked up to her in terror

“THE VIOLENT WITCH”.