Crimson

chapter one.

Violetta, my lovely and only daughter. I'm so sorry. But this is for you own good. 

Those were the last words I heard my father say before he drove his hunting knife into the back of my neck, inches from my spine. When I woke up, the wound had stopped bleeding, but I had grown a devils tail and a small pair of black rounded horns. My whole body ached as I sat up, and when I looked at my surroundings, I knew I wasn't in England.

The buildings were different. They were taller, more...modern. There was hundreds of these rectangular windows with moving pictures of people having sexual intercourse. Only...the people didn't look human. They looked... strange. Some had four arms and two legs, some had a cat tail and cat ears, some had horns, wings and a tail similar to mine. There was a poster next to a building where I fell. It said, "Angel Dust: The Spider in the Kinky Boots." When I saw this poster, I was confused. The creature had four arms, two legs, mismatched eyes - one black with pink and the other white and pink - a gold tooth, and their skin - or fluff, I guess - was a light shade of pink. They had a pink heart on their chest that looked like it was glowing. And they wore a very provocative outfit: a small, tight pink mini skirt and a pair of long black boots. 

"Did you see Angel's new show yet?" I heard a gentleman say nearby to his friend. I hid behind a garbage bin to get within better earshot. 
"Nah, not yet," his friend responds. They both sounded drunk or on drugs or something. "I'm going there now. Do you think he's gonna be there again tonight? With the other guy?"
"Oh," the other man chuckles. "I know they'll be there. I heard some new chick just fell, and I think they're expecting this chick to just appear at their feet, just begging to be theirs. She'll be like, 'oh sirs please. I want your long hard dicks inside my tight, wet pussy. Please, make me your new whore. I want to be yours. Please. Ruin me.'" 
They both start to laugh and I stand up, grasping my katana from behind my back and grabbing my knife from the inside of my coat. 

Sneaking up behind one man, I wrap my tail around his throat, pulling him towards me. He gasps, choking as I use my tail to raise him up into the air, and I place the tip of my katana's blade against his chest, right next to his heart. His friend comes running at me, raising a gun to my forehead. Not even looking at the other man, I threw my knife into his throat, the blood splurting out as he gags on his own bodily liquids. 

"What the fuck, dude?!" The other guy yells as I tighten my grip on his throat. Pulling him close, I grin, chuckling softly. I place a finger to his lips, shushing him.
"Now, now, sweetie," I say softly, lowering my katana and sheathing it behind my back. "I'd like for you to answer me some questions I have. Unless you want to end up like your friend here." I gesture to the man's friend, who was still choking on his own blood. He shook his head. "Good. Now, the 'chick' you were speaking about, is me. The name is Violetta. But, you can call me Crimson. Yes, I did just fall, but what I want to know is what this place is that you're talking about."
The man starts to panic as he notices his friends now bleeding corpse on the footpath beside him. Tightening my grip on the man's throat, he looks back at me. 

"There is a nightclub here in Hell," he says, gasping for air. "It's run by an Overlord. An incredibly powerful demon. There are a few here in Hell, but he's one of the ones you don't want to piss off. His name is Valentino. The Lust and Depravity Overlord. He's known as the Moth Pimp Overlord. Angel Dust is his number one pornstar. Lady, please, spare me." I sigh, loosening my grip on his throat as my tail drops him to the ground. He gasps for air, coughing and he stands up, running off. 

"Thank you," I say after a brief pause. "So this is Hell, hm? Not what I thought it'd be like. I wonder where this nightclub is. Maybe I should ask someone. But first... maybe I should wear something a bit more, appropriate, for this place." Snapping my fingers, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans replace my fishnet tights and red and black mini dress, and a dark red tank top showing the cleavage covers my torso, revealing the tattoo of roses and thorny vines running from the left side of my neck all the way down my left arm and finishing at my wrist. I yank my knife from the demons throat and slide it into my red knee high combat boot. My katana remains in the sheath on my back as I walk down the street, listening to any form of music that sounded like what music from Hell would be like.