It's not something people think about on a daily basis, and then again they might. There are some who try to crack this place, but as much as they try with their feeble minds, they have no fucking clue. Heh.

She brushed a stray tear away, trembling hoping the demon didn't notice it and hear the chains jingle. It laughed as something flashed in front of it's face. The laugh made her skin crawl. It made her want to stab her eardrums out. The smell of his place was horrible, awful, nothing like the way Kong smelled. The sulfur burned her nose badly, she wasn't sure she'd smell anything other than it again. God did she ever miss that smell. His smell.

She'd been here so long she lost count. Truth be told,she didn't want to know how long she'd been here. Time seemed to fade and loose all meaning when she was dragged here. She was jerked forward as the demon turned his gaze towards her. The rusty chains bit into her flesh and blood trickled down her arm. She bit her lip in pain and stifled a cry.

"Much fun isn't here girly, that bastard will never find you." It cackled again making her wince.

'Just make it stop!' Her mind screamed. She prayed to somewhere far beyond this place that Murdoc would find her this time. Part of her hated him for leaving without her and not coming back before now, but another part of her wished for nothing more than to be in his arms, safe away from here. She didn't know how much longer she would last.

Murdoc sat out on the steps of the Winnebago and smoked one of his last cigarettes. He hadn't smoked in two days and it was starting to get to him. He'd sat there for hours after he'd received the transmission from the demon, running through how he was going to handle this, and everything he'd come up with always seemed to have a flaw. And the fact that she was in the hands of a demon, in hell made it all worse. As he looked around at his current position, the true horrors of this place never really seemed to stand out as much as they had now. It made him shudder. He'd never let anything like this get to him before, what was so different now? Was it because something was missing?

He could swear eyes were staring at him from every corner. The giant crack in the wall seemed to be bigger and blood was pooled at the entrance signaling that something had been killed.

The Hell hole seemed to be wider as well and illuminated the entire half of the car park in it's ominous red yellow glow. And the heat was unbearable. Sweat dripped off of him as he batted away at the flies and other un-godly insects that constantly tried landing on him.

This place was falling apart.

The eerie drip of some unknown liquid sounded in various places. Rotting corpses of fully dead zombies laid strewn about filled his nose making him want to gag. Who or what had killed them besides himself remained a mystery and it wasn't like he was about to go around looking. Oh no.

He stood up and opened the door to the long deserted Winnebago and wasn't really surprised to find everything as it had been. He walked to his bed and yanked the mattress off and looked down at his array of guns and blades. All were still covered in the dried black blood of the demons he had killed on his previous trip. It seemed like yesterday. He'd had many nightmares after that, and they all led to Noodle lying, broken and hurt, crying out for him, but he could never get to her blaming him for leaving her and letting her end up here. Closing his eyes he shook the distant memory from his mind and sighed. He grabbed the blades and slipped them into his boots, and strapped a belt over his arm and put a sword in it's sheathe. Making sure he had everything that he needed he grabbed his necklace and put it round his neck and smiled evilly.

Hell

"How much you wanna bet his ass ain't going to show?" A red scaled demon said smirking. It flashed it's gaze towards Noodle taking in her fully developed body. It flicked it's forked tongue out and licked it's lips making her shudder.

"I ain't bettin you nothin', he'll show, I'll kill him, and then you can all bow down to me." A darker demon replied crossing it's arms. The other demon just laughed and glanced at Noodle making her want to cover her ears. 'He'll come, he knows I'm really here, he'll come, I know it, I believe in him...' She ran through her mind looking away from the demons. Her head was yanked back suddenly as the darker demon grabbed her hair and brought her closer to it's face.

"Listen here, you just enjoy yourself. Where else are ya going to go, you'll be here forever, you're fucked. Does your friend think he's a match for all of Hell's demons, I mean really. I don't think so, so you might as well be happy, your gonna spend eternity here." It laughed and ran it's tongue over the side of her face. It's fowl breath, stronger than the sulfur filled the air and she had to suppress the will to vomit. She found the courage and looked it in the eye and spit right in it's face. The demon turned his head and let the spit roll off, and turned back and bared his teeth. Her head jerked to the side as a slap resounded making the other demons turn and look. It hissed at her making her shrink back lower to the floor.

Murdoc

He stood at the mouth of the Hell hole glaring into it's fiery depths. He was surprised that he ever made it out of it. He was even more surprised to see that the roped ladder he'd used to climb down there wasn't burnt and still in tact. The sweltering heat rose up out of the mouth making sweat roll off of Murdoc's thin body. He took off his sweater and threw it down there and watched as the flames incinerated it. Knowing that there was little time and a very important reason that he needed to get down there, he grabbed a hold of the rope and began climbing down. Flames licked at his boots as he climbed making him watch his every step. As he put his foot down once more it went through the air causing him to slip and he fell a few feet before his grip found a remaining step.

"Oi, fuck!" He groaned as he looked up the the ladder, looked like it wasn't all there after all. The muscles in his arms strained and looked down at his feet. And to his horror it was a good 30 feet till he would have reached Hell's ground. No human could survive a fall that far, and he realized he was screwed. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as his arms started to burn and his hands were sweating which wasn't helping the matter at all. His whole body was coated in sweat and it rolled off of his forehead down into his eyes making them burn.

His grip loosened somewhat and he took a deep breath realizing that there was only one option. He let go and fell, plummeting to the hard ground.

And lucky enough for him, everything went black.