The day after two prisoners were cleaned up off their cell floors, a feeling of doom had settled in Tartarus. Even the ancient monster, a bored god, had stopped all chatter with Guada, the leather-clad demoness. The demoness knew better than to goad him.
Six competitors remained, but two must go on that very day. Elimination rounds were always exciting for the spectators, not so much for the contenders. Guada did not believe Tartarus had the heart to slay Dragomir and Serafina, his favorites. She suspected a deeper connection between her boss and the two prisoners. However, they still had Maria, Troy, Beatrice, and Godfrey.
Maria was rough. She might be tiny, but her suffering on earth could make her ruthless enough. She was also vocally eager to win it all, even if it meant killing th
