There was a neverending Fight - the Fight between Good and Evil. But then, the day came, where it seemed, that Good had achieved Victory.

For a long time, Angels had tried to convert the hell dwellers with every known trick, and finally, they succeeded to send the mighty Ruler of Hell to Heaven. Even his Servants, Maids and Guards, the Hellhounds called Zerberus, didn't escape.

One crafty little angel, disguised as a classy blackhaired she-devil, accomplished to use a rift in the borders of hell, to gain access to the dark realm and envenom the Ruler's lava-wine with holy water. The Ruler and his loyal Inferiors, thinking they'd finally driven out the Angels and celebrating their assumed Victory, drank from the poisoned wine without suspicion.

The remaining hell dwellers panicked and strayed the dark realm, clueless about what they should do now without their ruler. Desperately they began to fight each other in small packs. Suddenly, one of them said: "I'm going to be your new Ruler, and lead you!".

For a few seconds, there was silence all over hell - and then there was screaming and uproar upon the hell dwellers. "Why you and not someone else?". Suddenly, everyone wanted to become the new Ruler of Hell. After some time of arguing, the one who first claimed to become the new ruler threw a lava bomb right into the agitated crowd. The Blast and the Smoke immediatly calmed everyone down. "Lets fight for it!", he shouted - and the Fights started.

Not far from the Arena, there was a flickering Fire, surrounded by a small group of hell dwellers, that kept out of the mess so far. Calmly, they took their weapons, and began to polish them affectionately. With a mild Smile, and a hellish vicious sparkle in their eyes, a small green goblin said: We'll see who wins - the last fight is ours. Then she whipped her brown hair back and twitched her bikini rightly.