Tony didn't really know how long he'd simply laid there. Staring up at the oddly beautiful sky. Mixture of red clouds and the slowly dimming pentagram in the sky.

He would love nothing more to get some instruments to see just what that damn thing was. He refused to believe it was some magical bullshit. But maybe he should? There had been a lot of shit that couldn't really be explained any other way.

There were also a few things he'd noted about his new body as well. For one, he got cold a lot less. Whether that was due to the more wild looking Arc Reactor in his chest. Or the fact that the metal that made up his body was a good heat retainer. Again, another test for later.

He'd heard several interesting noises too. The screams of many different kinds of activities echoed throughout his ears. He wanted to do something and go investigate something, but they were all too quickly silenced. And the others, well he didn't want to go near who was causing those.

He sighed to himself, he couldn't just lay here for the rest of his life. Laying against the open form of his MK VII. Besides, who knew what kind of creatures lived here. He was slightly curious to see what was making those noises.

Or maybe who would be better. Would you still call a demon human? God, his head hurt just thinking about the moral ramifications of where he was. If this really was hell, but there was still slowly growing evidence to support that this was indeed the afterlife.

With a sigh he gave a command from his neural interface to his armor. A byproduct of the MK IV. Although it was still in it's testing phase. And a more improved system was installed in the MK V and VI. With the third variant in the MK VII.

With a hiss and the clicking of panels the suit slowly embraced itself around him. He was making sure that no parts of his new body got caught in the mechanisms of the suit. As well as it having to make minor adjustments to it's skeleton to fit his now slightly bulkier frame.

Tony groaned as he lifted himself off the ground. The suit doing a great job of supporting his tired body. A quick glance would show just how beat up the suit looked as well.

While the whole armor was still functional and all the armor plates had above 85% integrity. That didn't take into account the hundreds of minor scratches, scrapes and small dents in the armor plates. And a good majority of his munitions were expended in New york.

He only had two missiles in his right forearm and the micro missiles along his left collar. But the repulsors and lasers were still good to go. Which means he still had his main weapon's, but most of his special bombs were gone.

It would have to do until he could make more.

If he could make more.

The dead superhero didn't know what materials he had to work with in this pit.

He bent down with a slight whine from the suit as he went to pick up the helmet. A once over showed it to be in the same condition as the rest. Beat up looking but still combat worthy.

It slid apart once again as he put it on top of his head. Pulling itself back together with a series of clicks and a hum as the eyes lit up.

The HUD flared to life in front of his glowing blue eyes. Shaking highlights and 3d maps of the surrounding area. While the suit could do a lot by itself, and even more with him in the driver's seat. JARVIS could just do so much more.

Damn he missed his little AI buddy.

He gazed out of the alley he'd been in for hours. Deciding quickly that he should at least explore the world he now inhabited.

Louds steps echoed out on the dirty asphalt of the alley. Hundreds of pounds of armor made a lot of noise.

No one ever said he was stealthy. And who would want to be when you could just get up in someone's face. Or rush in guns blazing and save the day.

He damn near bumped into what he assumed was a woman. At least the rather large chest and backside made him think that. But she was also covered head to toe in fur. To top it off, a skinly pink halter top.

What?

What happened to creepy red skin?

Tony gazed around at the street.

Weird gothic style buildings lined the streets. Bright neon signs displaying products that would never be legally sold. Dingy streets with rather bixby cars driving on them.

As well as the multitude of strange inhabitants that were walking them.

And with it getting dark out, he saw a few less than reputable people with his armor that were prowling the street.

Blue outlines went over several prostitutes. Both male and female, with every kind of body he could imagine.

Maybe his armor wouldn't stand out much here?

He then got pushed to the side by an absolute mountain of a figure as they pushed past him. Eyeing his suit like a gem behind a cage.

Nevermind

Same shit, different place.

"Fuck it, I need a drink." He said to himself in exasperation.

He needed some liquor to deal with all this.

He then lurched forward as something just slammed into his neck with the sound of metal on metal.

He whipped around to see a rather small looking demon staring at him and a knife in its hand in disbelief. He gazed at the knife and saw that it had shattered to pieces.

A quick thought and his armor pulled up the neck section. No punctures, good.

"Listen buddy, I've had a really shitty day today. So if you could be a good little demon and run off I'd appreciate it. I'll even overlook the fact you just tried to stab me. Sound like a good deal?" He tried to reason with what he assumed was an Imp.

His armor pulled up a window on what it had on demons. Which wasn't much admittedly. Since he never thought he'd have to deal with demons. But red skin, small stature and horns seemed to match up.

Maybe priests were a good source of information. When they weren't trying to diddle little kids that is. Damn, he still didn't know what dad did to that one who tried to have his way with him.

The demon's response was simple.

It pulled out a gun and shot him in the chest. Tony stepped back slightly in shock.

"Where the fuck did that come from!?" He yelled inside his helmet. His HUD notified him of the impact, but it didn't do any damage.

The demon then jumped on top of back with a single leap and began shooting at his head. The impact of bullets against his helmet rang his ears. But once again they didn't do any damage.

He panicked for a moment, thring with his arms to get the little demon off as it continued to attack him. That's the last time he trusts a guy who tried to stab him!

It was a knee jerk reaction to deploy the flaps on his back. Which crushed the demon's legs against his back. Tony then grabbed the thing with his gauntlet and swung it forward.

It rolled along the ground for a moment before it tried to get back up. A manic look in its eyes.

But that was cut off as a repulsors blast punched straight through the demon's chest. Leaving only a slight scorch mark on the ground. It's boiling innards still leaking where a beam of plasma enhanced muons cut through him.

Tony huffed as the flaps on his back closed. Small bits of demon blood leaving a mark on them. But he didn't care much at the moment.

"Just tried to show a little kindness to the guy, and that's the thanks I get? Huh, shows him right for trying to stab and shoot me like that." He huffed out, he hated it when people just attacked him for no reason.

If you're gonna punch him, at least give a reason to back it up!

Then he remembered just where he was, and it made a lot more sense. Shit, getting used to a whole set of new rules for pretty much everything was gonna take a minute.

But since he was in hell, did that mean he could do anything he wanted? Or were there still rules to follow? So many questions he needed the answers to. And he had an idea where he could get them.

He gazed down at the body of the imp he'd killed. His chest still smoking from the repulsors blast. Tony quickly knelt down and rooted through the creatures pockets. Something he would never do in the real world. But hey, he needed Information. And would anyone really care if he took a thief's wallet?

Thieving from a thief was fine in his book.

He was rewarded for his efforts with a rather dull looking phone, a good bracelet with what his scanners confirmed was a real emerald and a wad of cash. He didn't bother taking the weapons since his suit already had far better options.

A pocket on his thigh, where usually his heavy missiles would sit opened up. Since the space was free he dropped the bracelet and cash in there.

"Now, how do you work?" He said to himself as he hjt what he assumed was the power button. Tony smiled behind his faceplate as it lit up. He used his suits' hacking tools to bypass the security code before rewriting it out.

Now, time to get some information about where he was!

Several hours later

Tony slammed back the third bottle of beer that night.

He'd gone through that damn phone and read as many pieces of information on hell's version of the internet. Which was just a shameless copy of the human one. As well as the phone being a shameless, crappy copy of the iPhone 2.

What he found was not to his liking, and actively filled him with rage as he sorted through it.

Apparently there were seven rings in Hell. With pride being the one he now resided in, but was also the only one he could move in, since sinners like him couldn't go to lower rings. But hellborns could.

Apparently there were also naturally occurring demons like the fucker he found earlier. They found travel anywhere, which irked him more than he'd like to admit.

This entire fucking plane of existence was also a barely held together mess of the worst humanity had to offer and the strangest demons hell could make. Who actively competed against one another like a bunch of Mafia bosses. Those bosses were also stronger by a damn good bit than a majority of sinners in this pit.

But the biggest thing, the big damn thing that was the main reason he was in the bar and already on his third drink and moving to a forth? Apparently hell is finite and has an overpopulation problem. But instead of conserving space and maybe using their magic for more space?

No

Heaven just said fuck it and sends thousands of angels every year to just mindlessly murder anyone in sight! Which now included him! Oh, that would be very fucking bad. Especially since he didn't truly know how powerful these 'Exorcists' were. Most who saw them didn't live to tell the tale.

Well he'd show them just who they were messing with, the Invincible Iron Man.

And speaking of which, he'd been getting some very disturbing looks from people who saw him. Greed danced in their eyes like an oilman dancing when they saw his armor. Especially after he opened up the faceplate to drink.

They most likely wanted to steal his suit. Either to sell it or use it he wasn't sure, but he was never gonna let them do either.

Besides, the suit would blow and take everything in a 50 foot diameter if he so wanted. Turning anyone who tried to steal it to primordial ash.

His faceplate was raised, showing off his steel gray face and glowing blue eyes. Tony turned to the bartender, a cat person of average height and build. Very rough look with shaggy, dirty fur, blood red wings, a top hat and a bowtie to top it off. But he wasn't wearing any clothes, which Tony didn't know if he should find disturbing.

Oddly enough, this was some of the least weird shit he'd seen today or in the last few years for that matter. Damn his life was a very exciting but weird one.

"I'm gonna need some stronger shit over here Dr Seuss. Whatever I'm drinking." Tony said while eyeballing the bottle he'd just gone through. "Isn't cutting it."

The man slammed back a glass of what he could already tell was some damn strong stuff from smell alone. Shit seemed more flammable than jet fuel. Just the kind of thing he was looking for.

The bartender sighed as he set the bottle on the counter. Slamming the glass on some sleeping drunks hand. He smirked slightly at the guy talking on his ass from being woken up.

"You sure you can handle something stronger tin man. I've had a lot of sinners in here with more bravado than brains who've drunk themselves under the table in under 15 minutes." He said with a look that said he obviously didn't trust that Tony knew what he was doing.

Tony raised a metallic eyebrow,this bartender got more interesting. "What, just cause I don't smell like a brewery that I can't hold my liquor? Trust me, I've outdrank many people who thought they could beat me." He said with a smile, he remembered those times fondly.

The cat in the hat knockoff simply raised his eyebrows. Obviously calling bullshit on that story.

"No offense pal, actually I don't care if you do. But there aren't many people, sinners and hellborns included that can handle some of the shit Valentino pits out there. This shit could run better in your car than gas." He said as he slammed the bottle with a rather annoying looking picture of what he assumed was Valentino on the front. But damn if he didn't believe the smell of absinthe.

"Then why are you drinking it then? Must have a pretty damn high tolerance if you're just drinking it casually. Some kind of high functioning alcoholic?" Tony asked with genuine curiosity.

The cat snorted at that comment. "I have a higher tolerance to poison than Rasputin. Hell, I've drank half the shitheads in those stories under the table myself." He said while looking down with a smile before turning back to Tony and pointing an accusing finger.

"And alcoholics go to AA meetings, I'm a drunk. Get it right."

Now it was Tony's turn to snort.

But then a thought occurred to the superhero. An idea that could backfire terribly and possibly blow up in his face when he least expected it. That was the best kind of idea. As well as the reason Stark Industries R and D department is bomb resistant and flame retardant.

"Alright then Dr Seuss. If you're so confident that I can't handle that turbo absinthe, then I extend a challenge to you. Who can drink more, simple as that." He said as his arms folded with a metallic thud. A smug grin on his face as he did.

The cat smirked to himself as he thought of a way he could make this even more interesting. Oh, this would be good. The cat hadn't had a good competition in far too long.