Dawn, or what passes for it in hell, woke Aliasia.  She stretched and yawned, then removed her traps for her own safety before getting dressed.  With hair combed and makeup perfect, she strode into the corridors of the arena, her tail swaying in time with her ass as she walked.  There were no "meals" available (ie, humans) to give the participants "incentive", but there were unidentified, usually unidentifiable, sometimes edible snacks available to keep the "entertainment" strong enough to make a good fight.  Fortunately, Aliasia liked fried rancid fish heads and popcorn cockroaches.  Though she had not inherited the ability to "engulf" her prey and had to cast a spell to shrink them to edible size, she had inherited her demonic ancestor's cast iron stomach.<br/><br/>Crunching away on her snacks, she searched for something to do.