She didn't quite remember dying.

It wasn't like how they described in books, like moving towards a bright white light, and suddenly they were overcome with emotion and desire. No, her movement towards wherever she was headed was more like when Alice fell down the rabbit hole. Twists and turns in every direction, but that horrible knowledge that she was heading down, rather than up.

To say that she'd lived a less than saintly life would've been a bit of an understatement. Her name was Hurricane Aldren and she was a stripper. Her hometown of Huntington Beach had almost been crawling with them, and several of the men she had danced for had paid her overtime to dance with some of the other women, something she never had anything against. She could swing either way, it was just fine by her.
Not that the big man on the cloud in the sky liked it, but that wasn't her problem.

Now where was I? Oh yes, twisting and turning.

Hurricane could feel herself going head over heels as she made her descent into what she already knew was hell. She wondered why she'd had to die in her outfit for the club- the tight red corset with the black lace over the bust, the poofy black skirt that just skimmed her mid thighs- the leather boots that were clinging to her calves as the atmosphere around her got steadily hotter as she went further down.

Suddenly, she stopped with a thud and closing her eyes, wondered why she had to die today. If that idiot Barney hadn't crashed her car she'd be at work right now, getting paid. Her boss was probably wondering where the hell she was- it wasn't like she could call him up and say 'Oh hi, I can't make it into work today, I'm dead'.

"Open your eyes, Princess. You're exactly where you're supposed to be" a growly voice snarled at her and her eyes flickered open to reveal a tall man standing over her.

He grinned, and she noticed his front teeth had been covered in metal grits- something that made it hard to look directly at them. One side of his head was shaved slightly, and dyed a dark purple colour, while the other was black and messy. Piercings covered his lips and nose, and when she got a good look- she could see his electric green eyes, piercing straight into her skin.

"Where am I?" she asked stupidly, as she stood up, brushing some invisible dust from her skirt. She felt more like a whore in front of this man than she had in front of any of her clients- just from the way he was leering at her, made her more uncomfortable than ever.
"If you don't know already, I'll take you for one of those dumb blondes. Come on, he wants to meet you"
"He?"

"Shadows, you dumb slut- now start walking!" he barked, and she hung her head meekly, following his footsteps.

Normally she would have punched the bastard right in the teeth for calling her something like that, but now she couldn't summon the strength or the courage. Also those metal grits looked sharp- and she didn't particularly want bleeding knuckles right now- but mostly her fear got the better of her. She couldn't. Not now that this new stranger had uttered the very name she cursed every time she took a step.

Shadows was the foretold name of the devil, the person her mother had warned her that she would meet when she died if she went into stripping.
Thanks mom, Hurricane thought to herself. That's really going to help me now.
She'd heard myths about this 'Shadows'. How he had specific tastes when it came to women, and if you could become one of his sluts in hell, you'd find things a lot easier for yourself.

She could only hope that he'd see past the sins (not that he wouldn't love them of course) and let her show him that she could be whatever he wanted her to be.

The man in front of her stopped suddenly, in front of a big black door, and knocked three times. She stood nervously toying with the bottom of her skirt until a loud voice barked,
"ENTER!"
The man grabbed her arm roughly and pushed her into the room first, laughing when she stumbled and almost fell over her own two feet.

The room was elegant, yet the four people inside of it were anything but. She saw four men, three of which were sprawled across various chaises and couches. One had the head of a barely dressed female on his lap, running his hands through her hair. He was tall, with tanned skin and dark shaggy hair that was held back from his face with a fedora. Another was smoking a cigarette, blowing smoke circles into the air- staring at the new bait with piercing blue eyes. The last one was drinking straight from a vodka bottle, a black mohawk stretching over his head. He ignored her entirely.

And finally, sat above all of them, on a throne that looked like it was made of human skulls, was the mighty Shadows.

Before she had time to take his regal sight in, the man behind her pushed her forward, until she was standing right in front of him.
"On your knees, slut" he hissed and she dropped to her knees almost instantly. The man above her chuckled and got up off of his throne, standing over Hurricane.

"You, my darling, must be Hurricane. My, my I've waited a long time for you" he said, tipping her chin up with his fingers and grinning down at her.
She didn't say a word, because she knew not to- and he pulled her up her feet, his hands running over her barely clothed skin.

"I'm satisfied. Gates, take her to my bedroom, clean up the blood from her descent. She might just make the perfect pet" Shadows said, dismissing her, and the man with the fedora pushed the woman off of his lap and walked over to her, grabbing her arm roughly and dragging her towards the door.
"Oh and Hurricane?" Shadows suddenly said again, and she turned to look at him, the fear quite obvious in her eyes.

"Welcome to Hell, sweetcheeks"