Dying Is Easy, Living Is Harder

It was likely the worst-case scenario. Through the course of horrifying events, Beatrix found herself kidnapped and sold. When she did happen to fight for her freedom, in her frantic haze, she stepped someplace... Well, that was not quite the Hell she fought from. No... this was literal Hell.

Now, Beatrix has to figure out what to do and how to get home. She has to understand that Hell was not all fire and brimstone like she was taught. In fact, her life, or at least what it was now, was about not dying so she could get home... if she ever could.

(This is a Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction. I don't own the universe, just play in it!)