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Hell bull by Agusia1986 on DeviantArt.com

The matador shielded himself with the red cape. Fancy footwork wasn’t going to win against this bull. Horns ablaze the bull huffed, grinding his front hooves against the dirt. It charged head down, and set fire to the fabric. The flame singed the matador’s skin. Sizzles and screams echoed against the arena walls as the smell of burning flesh filled the air. When the opponent was nothing but bones the bull raised the skeleton onto his horns to the applause of the audience and walked back to the gates he came from, the gates of Hell.

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The Dancer by triatholisk on DeviantArt.com

She looked over at the blood bag used for the infusion—alien’s blood. “What did you do to me?” she yelled, walking towards him. She used her two newly acquired tentacles and placed them on the sides of the doctor’s head. He began to scream as his skin started to burn from the slime. Using the suction cups, she lifted the doctor, shaking him harder and harder until she heard a snap. The screaming stopped and the doctor’s limp body fell free from her grasp. The scientist should have known better than to experiment on his own daughter.

Jester by Fearmytofu on DeviantArt.com

The sound of jingling awoke the King from his slumber. He searched around the room and laid eyes on a shadowed figure. It moved closer and his eyes focused on the knife.
“You made me walk on needles. You thought my torture was funny. FUNNY!”
The figure’s painted face contorted as he let out a boisterous laugh and put the knife blade upon the king’s neck. With one swift motion he slit the King’s throat and to the tune of blood gushing and jingling bells he sang “I may have been your jester, but I am no fool.”

HighWay To Hell by TOMBELEMENTAL on DeviantArt.com

He looked to his right and made eye contact with the hooded driver in the other car. He turned back to face the road as the smell of burning flesh infiltrated his nasal passages, choking him. He clenched his fingers tightly around the steering wheel. This wasn’t just any road. As the smoke cleared, he could see a long dirt road with pitfalls on each side and blazing fire rising from them. This was the Highway to Hell, and if he could beat the Reaper down this narrow road, he might just have a chance.