Red Sonja in Hells Chapter 1 - Introduction by DeannaTroi Author's Note: I wrote this story many years ago and it was posted on the Grey Archive site. After the Grey Archive vanished, I started posting it on Literotica and got the first three chapters up before running into issues with the fourth chapter which contained a little bit of bestiality. A dolphin of all things, what can I say, it seemed like a good idea at the time). I never got around to rewriting that chapter to make it acceptable and then I got busy with life and left it. Sadly, I no longer have chapters four and up. I don't even remember for sure how many chapters there were, but I think there were twelve. Even worse, I only have a vague memory of what they contained. I have tried to fix the typos in chapter one and rewritten it a bit to hopefully make it better...a little more description and improved dialogue. I hope to do the same with chapter 2 and 3, though the third chapter has some plot issues that need to be fixed to make it appropriate for this site. In retrospect, I am surprised Literotica let it on as a few of the characters were perhaps a bit underage. Ooops. I swear it wasn't my fault that young boys liked the busty Sonja so much. By some miracle, if anyone reading this saved a copy of chapters 4 and on, I would love to get a copy as that would save me trying to rewrite them totally. Just a reminder. This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Red Sonja is obviously not my creation and as far as I know she belongs to Marvel, though Sonja would probably dispute that she belongs to anyone. I am pretty sure Stan Lee never defeated her in battle. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Red Sonja strode through the back streets of the city with her cloak wrapped tight around her to hide her figure and the inevitable complications it brought. The cloak had once been a rich royal blue, made from the finest of fabrics, bought with money earned from a successful and profitable adventure. Now, the colour was faded, the fabric slightly frayed at the edges and covered in a fine layer of dust. Sonja didn't know the name of the city she was walking through and didn't much care. It looked like a hundred other cities she had visited. Dusty streets, cheap and dirty taverns with ale that tasted like dog piss, whores on every street corner after dark and people trudging around like zombies in the heat. Sonja was only passing through, picking up supplies and then heading south to Tol Atlek where the prince was supposedly hiring mercenaries for some war or other. She didn't plan to be in this city long enough to learn its name or meet any of the inhabitants unless they were unlucky enough to cross her. "Help, help me!" screamed a female voice from the dark alleyway that Sonja was just approaching. Sonja sighed and stopped. This kind of thing was always happening to her no matter where she went. She would just be walking along minding her own business and then someone would call out for help. In the end, It didn't even seem to matter if she stopped to help or not as it was certain to cause her trouble. If she stopped and saved the person, it would turn out that they were a princess or a temple virgin about to be sacrificed and then she would have to deal with a dozen sword wielding soldiers or priests. Sword wielding priests seemed like an oxymoron to Sonja, but it was always like that. If she decided not to stop, somehow that would come back to bite her in the ass later. There would be some kind of mystic talisman or something that she would need and it would turn out the person she didn't help had owned it or something. Sonja sighed again and figured she might as well get it over with. She stepped into the mouth of the alley, and surveyed the predictable scene. "What's going on here?" she called out. even though it was blindingly obvious to her at first glance,but there were certain formalities that had to be met It looked like business as usual for a filth strewn alley in the bad part of the city. There were four men surrounding a half undressed woman. Two of the men were holding her arms, another was clutching the top he had just ripped off the woman and the fourth man was standing there leering and supervising. He would have a great career ahead of him as a city worker if he lived through the next few minutes thought Sonja. As for the girl, well make that a woman, because with tits that size she was no girl. The woman, was a beautiful Nubian with chocolate skin and large breasts topped with erect black nipples that glistened with sweat. She had long black hair that cascaded down her back in waves and those eyes which were now filled with fear were a liquid gold. The woman was struggling to get free, but the only effect was to make her breasts jiggle up and down for the entertainment of the four men. "Get lost," snarled the supervisor who barely spared her a glance, while the man holding the top dropped it and grabbed a handful of black boobs with each meaty paw. Sonja sighed again. "We can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way," she replied and took a step towards the four men. "We know what the easy way is," sneered the supervisor, now turning to regard Sonja with increased interest as he got a better look at her. He could not see much of the newcomer due to the enveloping cloak, but her voice sounded young and pretty which was good enough for him. "You can get down on your knees and blow me. No wait, that would be the hard way, cause you would be sucking on my hard cock!" and he laughed at his own wit. "No, this would be the hard way," corrected Sonja calmly and let her cloak fall open to reveal the deadly looking sword she had strapped to one shapely hip. Of course this didn't help the situation much since the men noticed the hip before the sword. Not just the hip either. Their eyes went up and down the incredible body in front of them. They took in the fiery red hair, the clear blue eyes, the full lips, the two wonderful soft mounts of her tits, barely covered by a turquoise blue metal bikini, the flat muscled stomach, the wide hips, long legs and right down to the boots she was wearing. "Man, look at the size of the melons on Red!" exclaimed the thug holding the left arm of the woman. He glanced from Sonja's boobs to the woman he was holding. "They look about the same size to me boys," he commented, "should we take a closer look?" This was getting boring in its predictability, thought Sonja as she drew her sword. "Let's just get this over with shall we?" she asked sweetly and charged forward. The supervisor managed to recover from his shock and tear his eyes from her bouncing tits in time to get his own sword out and deflect Sonja's first strike. Unfortunately, his potential career in civic works was quickly cut short as Sonja pivoted on her heel and removed his head with her second stroke. The head bounced a few times on the cobbles and came to rest, predictably still looking at Sonja's cleavage. The other three men gaped for a second then thrust the half naked black woman behind them and pulled out their swords. With three to one odds against, most people would have backed off and gone defensive, but that was not how Red Sonja fought. She gave a cry and charged straight at the three remaining men. She faked a cut at the head of the man in the center and while he was still, ducking cut under the guard of the man on the left and opened his stomach up. While he was staring at his entrails, Sonja parried the hasty blow from the man on her right and then brought her sword up between his legs. He gave an inarticulate scream and collapsed to the ground in a puddle of blood. The man in the center looked at his one buddy trying to stuff his guts back into his body, the head lying on the ground and the latest soprano in the city choir and decided to make a run for it. He charged past Sonja and made it as far as the alley mouth before Sonja's throwing knife took him in the back. He staggered another few steps and then collapsed dead. It didn't pay to let them get away Sonja knew from past experience. If you were nice and let them run off, they just brought back a dozen of their buddies and on it went. "Are you alright?" Sonja asked the black woman as she wiped her sword clean on the first man she had killed. The woman nodded, covering her breasts as best she could with her hands and looking around for her top. A crowd was gathering at the head of the alley and Sonja didn't like the look of it. "I think we should get out of here before....." Sonja began but was interrupted by a voice shouting from just up the street. "Guards, Guards! Over hear. Two whores just killed four honest businessmen in the alley." Sonja rolled her eyes, grabbed the hand of the woman and pulled her after her out into the street, pausing only long enough to retrieve her throwing knife from the dead man and restore it to her boot. The crowd at the head of the alley made way for her out of respect for the naked blade she still carried in one fist. It was time to get out of this city, whatever it was called before the city guard showed up and made a nuisance of themselves by bleeding all over her sword. Blade still in hand, Sonja led the topless woman in a run down the street. At first a few of the patriotic citizens tried to follow them, but they turned tail when Sonja glared at them and waved her sword. She led the way to the stable where she had her horse and quickly threw its saddle on and slung saddle bags over its sides. "Do you want to come along with me, or would you rather stay here?" Sonja asked the woman as she prepared to mount. "Take me with you please," begged the woman. "If I stay here, they will kill me for refusing the advances of those men." The logic of that didn't make sense to Red Sonja, but then it never seemed to in situations like this. "OK, get up behind me," muttered Sonja as she leaned down and offered the woman a hand onto the horse. "Hold on tight," commanded Sonja as she put her heels to the horse and galloped out of the stable. It was only after they had gone a block or two that Sonja wished she had given more explicit instructions about how to hold on. The woman had her hands wrapped about Sonja, cupping one of her large breasts in each hand while at the same time, Sonja could feel two burning points on her back as the woman's nipples were crushed into her bare back. There was the usual hew and cry of "over there" and "there they go" but no serious pursuit as the two women galloped out the city gates and down the long dusty road heading south. At least I am going in the right direction reflected Sonja as she shifted slightly in her saddle, unsure what to think of the warm body pressing against her. It felt kind of good and that shocked the red haired mercenary who had never even considered what to do with a naked woman. Well that was not entirely true. There was the time in Belmarie when she had been disguised as a man and one of the harem girls had given her a kiss on the mouth and invited her / him up to visit her. A fast horse had been involved in that episode as well as Sonja had hauled her ass out of there as fast as she could ride. Sonja and her passenger jogged along for the rest of the day in silence. A few times the woman had tried to initiate a conversation, but all she got back from the troubled Sonja was a grunt or a Yes or No. Finally as darkness was falling, Sonja stopped the horse and veered off into the bush on one side where she found a clearing a hundred yards from the road. It was far enough off the road to make anyone spotting a fire seem unlikely and they were too far from the next town to reach it tonight. "We'll camp here," declared Sonja and with a sigh of relief felt the other woman let go of her and get off the horse. An hour later, the two women had a fire going and Sonja cooked some of the supplies from her saddlebags. She didn't have much left, but it should do until they reached the next town. Bacon sizzled in the pan and when it was done she threw in a few chunks of stale bread to heat them up. Plates were a luxury she didn't bother to carry, so she and the woman bent over the pan and ate from it. The woman's breasts were still uncovered and Sonja kept finding her eyes sliding back to them as if they had a life of their own. "I see you are staring at my breasts," said the woman finally. "Do you like girls?" Sonja blushed hotly so her cheeks matched her hair color. "No!" she denied vehemently. "I just couldn't help noticing how big they are....I mean. Oh I don't know what I mean! " Sonja broke off in embarrassment. The woman shrugged. "It is nothing to be ashamed of. I have been with both men and women and don't mind sleeping with you to thank you for rescuing me." "No, no, that won't be necessary," said Sonja hastily. I don't even know your name!" "My name is Killia," said the woman as she smiled at Red Sonja and reached out and put her hand on Sonja's knee to caress it lightly. "What are you called fiery headed one?" Sonja gulped and looked down at the hand. If a man had done that, she would have cut it off by now, but with another woman, Red Sonja was not sure what to do. She had sworn an oath to the goddess who gave her powers after she had been brutally gang raped as a teenager. She had sworn to let no man have her unless he first defeated her in battle. It was that oath and its wording that presented her with her current dilemma. Between the gifts of the goddess and her own natural skill and constant training with her blade, Red Sonja had never met a man yet who could defeat her in a fight. The closest anyone had come had been that huge oaf of a Conan and they had fought to a draw until both had collapsed onto the ground to exhausted to lift their swords for another stroke. Sonja had almost regretted not losing that fight, almost. There was also the wording of the oath to consider. The oath had specifically said no "man" and said nothing about women. Red Sonja knew from bitter and personal experience that the wording of such things as oaths were always important. They were often worded with just enough ambiguity to allow one of the parties to escape from it without breaking it. As a result of the oath, Sonja had been on the road for a good many years now without any company in her bed. On the whole it had left her feeling incredibly horny some times and she learned how to bring herself to a pleasurable climax many a lonely night in a solitary camp like this. Now here was this beautiful woman, and goddess, she was beautiful, offering to sleep with her. In her small home village, sexual relations between two women or two men had been frowned on and considered unnatural. The priests had been very definite on that score, though some of those same priests were not men you wanted to leave alone with your yung child of either sex. Perhaps it had been the long ride with the woman's warm, nearly naked body pressed into her or perhaps it was the culmination of all those lonely nights, but Sonja felt the tug of taboo lust pulling at her soul tonight. "I...I am Red Sonja," stuttered Sonja in her confusion and to her horror and delight she noticed that Killia's hand had moved up her leg and was now caressing her thigh. "Sonja is a very pretty name for a very pretty woman," said Killia as her fingertips slipped under the hem of Sonja's bikini bottom working their way inward. . "Th, thank you," said Sonja staring down at the woman's hand. Something else seemed to be required from her and Sonja searched her feverish brain trying to figure out what. "Killia is a very pretty name too," she finally managed and then gasped as she felt the merest touch of the woman's fingernails on her womanhood. "Does that feel nice?" asked Killia and Sonja found herself unable to speak and merely nodded her head. "You have never been with another woman before have you" asked Killia as she now let her fingertips gently run over Sonja's pussy lips which elicited a soft moan of pleasure from the warrior woman. "No," whispered Sonja softly and she knew she should pull away from the seductive touch of this Nubian beauty, but she couldn't make her body move. Another gasp escaped Sonja's lips as Killia slipped a finger into her slit and the red haired woman knew she was leaking moisture already. "I think you want to experience love with another woman, whispered Killia as she leaned in closer to Sonja. "I can feel your wetness, your excitement." "I, I don't know," moaned Sonja softly as she felt the finger stroke her inner walls. Killia slipped another finger inside Sonja's pussy and then leaned forward to brush her lips softly against Sonja's. "Tell me to stop and I will," husked Killia as her thumb found Sonja's clit and rubbed it. Sonja was beyond speech at that point, however as she felt her body instinctively react to the caresses of the other woman. Without realizing what she was doing, Sonja pulled Killia towards her and kissed her hard on the lips. Sonja felt Killia's mouth open and her tongue demanded entrance and goddess preserve her from this unnatural act, Sonja parted her lips and let the tongue into her mouth. The two women clung to each other for long minutes, their tongues wrapped around each other, their large tits pressing against each other while Killia continued to finger Sonja's pussy and clit. "Ahhhhhhhh, don't stop," moaned Sonja. She was shocked to hear herself saying that, but it felt so good that she couldn't help herself. After a few more minutes of fingering Sonja, Killia slipped her wet fingers out of Sonja and held them up to the redhead's mouth. Sonja hesitated for just a second and then heart pounding she began to suck on Killia's fingers and tasting her own juices. Killia smiled at Sonja and said "Let's get you out of that chainmail. I don't understand how you can wear it without chafing your boobs raw." Sonja blushed and shyly reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her metal bra. It was not that she had never been naked before, but she had never undressed with another woman intending to be intimate with them. She felt so strange, so wicked but that was part of the thrill and finally she let the bra drop to the ground. Killia smiled and gently ran her hands over the creamy white mounds of flesh, stroking them and gently pinching the nipples until they were erect. Then they kissed again and Sonja felt a new thrill as she felt Killia's large soft breasts pressing onto her own bare flesh. Killia then gestured for Sonja to stand up and she knelt in front of the warrior woman and began to tug down Sonja's bottom. I can't believe I am doing this was all that went through Sonja's mind as she looked down to see the black woman undressing her. Then Sonja stood there naked except for her boots in the night, the fire making a play of sensual shadows of hollows and curves on her body and glinting at the ends of her hair. A hush seemed to fall over the whole world as Killia leaned forward and ran her tongue over Sonja's pussy lips. The woman teased Sonja with her tongue for several seconds before finally stabbing it into the red head sending convulsions of pleasure through Sonja. Oh goddess, she thought, I am letting another woman lick my pussy. It is so wrong, so bad and yet I don't want her to stop. As if sensing her thoughts, Killia paused in her licking and looked up at Sonja. "If you don't want to continue, I will respect your wishes." Panic and shame and lust warred in Sonja's mind and heart. She looked down at the gorgeous black woman. She had never thought of another woman in sexual terms before, but just the sight of this black woman sent thrills of pleasure through Sonja that she never had known even existed before. "I....I," stuttered Sonja and then she summoned up all her courage trying to be strong and resolute, to thrust the temptation away from her. Then Sonja looked down at Killia again and merely whispered. "No, don't stop. What you were doing....it felt so good." Killia looked up at Sonja and smiled, her face glistening with Sonja's juices. "You do realize it will be your turn to do this next," she teased, sensing some of Sonja's inner conflict. Sonja gulped. She had thought fighting a dozen armed men took courage, but she did that routinely without flinching. The thought of making love to another woman frightened her a million times more and yet, she just had to try it or burst. "Yes," she whispered, "I know." Once more Killia smiled at her and then went back to work eating Sonja out. Her tongue darted in and out of Sonja's pussy and flickered over her engorged clit. Killia would take Sonja's clit into her mouth and suck on it which made Sonja practically shout with pleasure. Finally with three fingers inside Sonja and her tongue licking her clit, Killia brought the mighty warrior woman to an earth shaking orgasm that left Sonja weak in the knees. "I've never cum so hard before," whispered Sonja, "even when I....I" she looked away in embarrassment. "Even when you masturbated?" asked Killia and Sonja could only nod her head. "Well my dear," said Killia laying back on the ground and removing the rest of her clothes. "Are you ready to lick your first pussy? It is your first isn't it?" Sonja nodded and looked down at the dark patch between Killia's legs. Sonja saw the wild thatch of dark curly pubic hair and the glistening slit that seemed to be both calling her to it and sending shivers of fear down her spine. The woman had done it to her, so it was only fair that she return the favor. Still, her heart was pounding wildly as the mightiest swordswoman in the world knelt between the other woman's legs and hesitantly stuck out her tongue. Sonja hesitated. For her, this was a life changing event. Once done, there was no undoing it. You couldn't say you hadn't done it, because you had done it. Once more, the warrior drew on her reserves of courage and ran her tongue over those wet pussy lips in front of her. A mixture of shame and excitement ran through her as she stepped into territory she had never been before. "Go on girl, do it to me," whispered Killia and Sonja took a second bolder lick. The black woman was very wet and Sonja tasted her first sample of pussy juices other than the taste Killia had given her of her own a bit earlier. To her surprise, Sonja found she liked the taste and began to lick with more enthusiasm. What Sonja lacked in experience she was making up for with gusto as she started to forget her inhibitions and really get into licking the other woman. Her red hair falling forward in a fiery cascade and her large breasts dangling, the warrior maiden began to use her tongue and fingers on the black woman and Killia moaned and whispered encouragement and instructions to the novice pussy licker. As Sonja licked, Killia played with her own large chocolate mounds, running her hands over them, squeezing them and lifting the nipples to her mouth so she could suck on them. When Killia looked down between her tits to between her legs she was incredibly turned on to watch the big busted white woman sucking her pussy like any cheap whore. Killia finally arched her back and moaned her pleasure as the red headed woman brought her to a climax that left her juices plastered all over the other woman's face. Sonja knelt there stunned with the black woman's juices dripping from her face and her mouth full of them. The warrior woman gulped and swallowed then ran her tongue over her lips to collect more of the tasty nectar. Sonja felt Killia draw her down into her warm arms and they lay together on the ground, hands roaming over each other's naked body while they kissed and their tongues danced with each other.. The tender moment was interrupted by the sounds of clapping which startled both women. Sonja looked up in panic to see a man standing in the clearing watching them. Torn between covering her naked body and grabbing her sword, she sprang up and grabbed her sword and stood facing the intruder. "Who are you? What do you want?" demanded Red Sonja. The man was tall and wearing a ooded robe that made seeing his features difficult, especially in just the light of the fire. Sonja thought there was something odd about him, but could not see well enough to determine what it was that was unusual. At first glance, the robe had appeared totally black, but as Sonja looked at it more closely, silver sigils and runes sometimes seemed to glitter on it. "My true name is not something I tell anyone for I am a wizard," said the man, "but you may call me Taurus. As for what I want, perhaps I merely came by when I heard your moaning and screams of passion. You two put on quite a nice show. I didn't know that Red Sonja was a lesbian, but live and learn." "I am not a...." Sonja began to deny hotly and then stopped herself. When you are caught making love to another woman, it is hard to deny that you are a lesbian and the goddess knows she had enjoyed it, so she might just have to learn to live with the new label. As Sonja reflected on everything the wizard had said, she furrowed her brow and brought her sword up to point at Taurus. "How did you know my name? I doubt it is coincidence that brings you to our camp." "You are quite right. Your little lesbian show was just a fringe benefit to my real reason. As I said, I am a wizard and I have come to hire you for a quest." "I'm not interested," replied Sonja starting to feel a little uncomfortable standing there naked with Taurus obviously ogling her tits. "I am going down to Tol Atlek to hire on as a mercenary and I don't much like wizards and magic." "I can pay you a great deal of gold," insisted Taurus. "Not interested," maintained Sonja. "I see. There is nothing that can make you change your mind?" "Nothing," replied Sonja and she waved the sword in her hand meaningfully. "I see," said Taurus. "I am not used to being told 'No' by anyone, let alone by some naked bimbo lesbian whore!" At those words, Taurus waved his hands in a gesture of magic and before an angry Sonja could do anything, she heard Killia cry out and when the warrior whirled around, her lover had vanished. "What did you do to her?" cried Sonja leaping forward to put the tip of her sword under the chin of the wizard. "Bring her back now or your head will soon part company with the rest of your body." "Do that, and you will never see your girlfriend again," smirked Taurus. "All I want you to do is undertake a quest for me and for which you will be paid generously. Succeed and I will return your lover to you and you can continue your debauchery." Still angry and keeping her sword poised Sonja considered his words. She had just met Killia, but for the first time in her life, Sonja had an inkling of what love was like and what it might feel like to care for someone more than you cared for yourself. It was a feeling that Red Sonja found she wanted to explore further and see where it would take her. All her adult life, she had lived for nothing except battle and gold, but maybe, just maybe there was something more to life than those things and it was Killia who had awoken that desire in her. "What do you want, and where exactly is Killia?" demanded Sonja at last. "The two are quite related I assure you. "The quest that I need you to undertake is to travel to ten quantum dimensions of possibility and collect a jewel from each of them. When Sonja just stared at him blankly, Tauras reviewed his word choice. "Ohh, right. This world has yet to discover quantum mechanics and all that bullshit. Hmmm Ok, I want you to travel to ten different Hells and from each bring back a special jewel." Sonja nodded, Hells was at least something she could understand. "Allright, I will undertake your quest, but only for Killia's sake." Good," said Taurus, "I knew you would see things my way. Here, take this," and he handed her a thin silver chain he took from a pocket of his robe. "As you acquire each gem, place it on this necklace. The necklace will also protect you from, um certain things you will encounter. Not everything mind you, but enough to give you a chance. It will also allow you to communicate with the beings in the various hells, even if you don't speak their language." "I don't understand," said Sonja taking the silver chain from the wizard. "What kinds of things will it protect me from? How do I know what type of jewel to pick up in each of these Hells?" Taurus waved his arms dismissively. "Don't worry about that, there is no way you can mistake the jewels as you will learn. Each Hell and each jewel will be different but how you ummm acquire the jewels will be the same. Now I suggest you hurry up and dress unless you want to go naked on this quest." With that, he began to wave his hands in more mystical gestures and a man sized gate began to form in front of him. Sonja hurriedly scrambled back into her chain mail bikini and gathered up her saddlebags and supplies. "What about Killia, where is she?" The wizard continued to gesture and the gate grew more substantial. "You will] pass through a gate like this between each Hell once you have acquired the jewel for that Hell. When you pass through the last gate, you will find her waiting. You can not reach her without traveling through all the Hells and obtaining all the jewels." The gate finished forming and the wizard stood back and gestured towards it. "Away you go my dear." "If you double cross me, I will have your liver for breakfast," growled Red Sonja and she stepped through the gate. Time and space began to whirl around her in a dizzying motion. Sounds boomed and echoed, colors flashed and strobed. Then for just a second things were totally calm and Sonja found herself floating in space. In front of her was the goddess she had dedicated her life and body to. In this incarnation, she appeared to Sonja's eyes to be a human woman, dressed in a long, white gauzy dress that strangely did little to disguise her more than ample charms. Her hair was long and blonde and her eyes the same shade of bright blue as Sonja's own. "Hello Sonja," smiled the goddess. "I have been watching you and this amusing little wizard." Sonja swallowed hard. "Watching....er for how long?" "Long enough," laughed the goddess. "I too enjoyed watching your dalliance with Killia" "You don't mind that I.....um," stammered Sonja as she again blushed bright red. "Of course not," replied the goddess, words tripping like music from her tongue. "You kept your oath to me and us virgin goddesses have to have some fun, even if it is only through our avatars. Also Killia is very beautiful and you did save her from those men and are trying even now to save her. I am a goddess of women, especially the wronged and oppressed, so your actions find favour with me." "Will I succeed?" asked Sonja curiously. The goddess shrugged. "I do not know. Free will is a bitch," said the goddess. Maybe you will and maybe you won't, but I suspect you will have adventures along the way. The reason I interrupted your journey, however, is to tell you that because of the nature of your quest, you are released from your oath to me for the duration of the quest." "Released? I don't understand. What do you mean?" asked Sonja. The goddess smiled enigmatically once more. "You will soon find out," was all she said and then once more Sonja was whirling through the cosmos and ahead of her she saw the outline of another gate with light beyond it. Sonja fell through the gate into the first of the ten hells. End of Part One