A goddess needs a palace

You exit the hotel and look out upon the bleak plane of Hell. You will make a large portion of it your home. You take a drop of blood from your forehead and throw it to the ground.

It smokes and hisses and then forms into a horse drawn carriage. It is a beautiful onyx black, but it needs to be pulled. You toss two more drops of blood next to it. They sizzle and then form into a pair of ghostly horses. Their form solidifies. They are black as pitch with wild manes. They open red slitted demonic eyes and look at you with reverence. With a wave of your hand they are attached to the carriage.

Your **** looks on wide eyed. You give a tug on her chain, pulling its spikes into her flesh. She screams in pain. You motion for your toy to get in. She does, all the while crying like a child. Delicious.

You hop in and the carriage begins to roll. Time and space in hell are somewhat malleable for on such as you. You arrive in just a short time on a desolate field.