Prologue

Trevor woke up with a start. He had appeared suddenly in a dark room, completely nude.

He sat up, clutching his aching head with his hand. He noticed that his skin was now dark grey, with a light red tint. He looked around for something to see himself in, only to see something much worse.

His ankle had a metal cuff around it. He tried prying it off, but it wouldn't budge. Of course, he didn't notice the light creaking noise it was making.

"I have a bad feeling about this," he muttered.

"You should," a deep noise said from out of nowhere. Trevor turned to see a door squeaking open, another humanoid creature peeking through.

"You should also be thankful," the creature said. "Instead of taking advantage of your puny, unconscious body, I took you here to be my slave."

Trevor didn't respond, as he was too scared to even move. Of course, he realize that he was subconsciously squeezing the cuff's lock with his hand.

"And must I say, I got lucky when it ended up being you," the creature said as it walked in, revealing it's bulky figure. "Such a pretty little bitch."

The lock snapped in Trevor's hand. The snap broke Trevor out of his frozen state. When the creature came closer to investigate, Trevor slammed his fist into it's face, knocking it unconscious.

Trevor looked at his fist in wonder and confusion. Was he really that strong?

Never mind. He needed to find his clothes and leave. He zipped out of the room and looked everywhere. He finally found the clothes he was wearing before the woman plunged her knife into his neck.

Wait. If the woman killed him, and he was now a grey-skinned creature, did that mean he was in Hell?

He was broken out of his wonder by a shuffling noise. He turned to the source of the noise, and found that he was in a bedroom. The occupant of the bed, a woman covered in fur, opened her eyes to see Trevor standing naked in her room, holding his clothes.

Oddly enough, instead of screaming, she actually smiled.

"You're finally awake," she said softly. "I've been without child for so long. We took you so you could give me what I want."

Trevor's eyes went wide. He quickly left the room to enter a bathroom to change.

"You get ready!" the woman said. "I'll be waiting."

Trevor hurriedly changed into his clothes, cursing at the situation he was in. Finally, he was dressed in his trench coat, white shirt, blue jeans and black boots.

He almost left out the door, but he remembered that the woman probably would take kindly to his leave. Thinking quickly, he walked to the window and opened it. He slid out onto the rusty fire escape.

"Yeah, this is Hell," he muttered, seeing the fires and hearing the screaming in the city.

He descended the fire escape with little effort and ran away from the building. However, so many people were in the streets, he quickly lost his way.

"Breaking news," a female voice said from a nearby TV store, "the Second Extermination has begun! Y'all better hide, or the Exterminators will get ya. That's all, folks!"

Trevor was confused at the cheerfulness in the reporter's voice, but he had more important things to worry about.

For starters, where were the Exterminators?

Apparently, they found him, as winged creatures flew over the streets, searching for prey. He didn't want to make himself a target, so he ran into an alleyway, accidentally tripping over someone in the process.

"Hey, watch it!" she yelled.

"Sorry!" he replied, recovering quickly. "I'm just trying to hide!"

"Well, be quiet, or they'll find us!"

Trevor did as commanded and sat quietly as the demonness held a spear out in case they were attacked.

She was very slim, with grey skin that almost matched Trevor's, but without the red tint. Her silvery hair was ridiculously long, and her orange eye glared out at the panicking crowds.

"First time?" she asked in a gentler voice.

"Uh, yeah," Trevor replied. "I just got here, actually."

"Helluva timing," she said. "Name's Vaggie."

"Trevor."

"What did you die from?" She turned to face him.

"A woman stabbed a knife into my neck. Probably caught wind that my brother was a serial killer."

"Yikes."

Vaggie didn't notice the approaching Exterminator, who heard their conversation.

"Vaggie!"

Trevor grabbed the creature's spear and yanked it out of it's grasp. It tried to choke him, but Trevor grabbed it's arm and used his free hand to punch it's face, sending it flying.

"Wow," Vaggie exclaimed. "You've got some strength."

"Apparently."

The two sat out the rest of the Extermination with no problems. When the reporter sounded the all-clear, they walked out of the alley.

"You manage to get a place?" Vaggie asked.

"No, not really," Trevor replied. "I woke up in some guy's house. His wife said they wanted me to impregnate her."

"OK, that's messed up. But, we're in Hell."

"No kidding."

A white limousine pulled up in front of them. A white spider-demon poked out of a window.

"Where the fuck were you?" he asked. "We were looking all over for you! Charlie's about to lose her shit!"

"I'm coming!" she yelled back. She turned to Trevor. "Why don't you come with us? We can give you free lodging until you're ready to head out."

"Well, I don't know what else to do," he replied.

The two walked to the limo and got in. As it sped away, Trevor took note of the spider-demon.

He was a furry creature with two different colored eyes. His chest was covered in fur that resembled breasts, and he was dressed in a white dress.

"So, what's the budget, handsome?" the spider asked.

"Angel, for the love of-" Vaggie growled.

"I'm just kidding! Jeez, calm down!"

Trevor quickly guessed that this spider demon, or Angel, was a sex worker. Trevor wasn't against becoming bi himself, but this just wasn't the time, nor the place.

"Name's Angel Dust, sweetcheeks." Angel extended one of his arms for a handshake, which Trevor accepted.

"Trevor."

"You got one hell of a grip, pal!"

"I guess so."