Willow Rosenberg led seven new female slaves out of the pitch black spiraling dimensional portal and into the realm of Malevora. The women were chained together and forced to walk in a row. Six of them were humans from Earth, but one was a demon from a neighboring underworld called Helheim. The grey-skinned, pink-eyed nude demoness was in front of the other new slaves. Surrounding the row of slaves were four Malevoran hunters. Two were vampires, one was a reptilian demon, and the other was human.
The realm of Malevora had a thick, humid atmosphere. The sky was black with violet lightning that struck the hard, rough brick-colored ground at various places. The thunder sounded like a guttural, roaring beast from above. Though Malevora was the size of a city, brownish red walls surrounded the realm.
At the center of this city-sized world was the Mount of Thrones, a small mountain constructed from dirt, rocks, and the remains of deceased slaves and enemies of the state.
As the black-haired witch named Willow led the women toward the Mount on a dirt path, the new slaves would see crosses lined up along the road with people hanging from them. Some of them were dead, and some of them were just tortured.
The witch smiled as she came to Captain Vorshal, a Wraith guardian, at the base of the Mount. "Hello, Vor."
"Welcome back, Will," said Vorshal with an otherworldly ethereal voice. "Some new skin."
"I believe you mean," said Willow, "'fresh meat'..."
Vorshal stepped aside. "The Infamous awaits..."