hell-broth

In Ireland itself, moreover, the hell-broth of agitation is kept constantly seething to the inevitable detriment of recuperative effort, which cannot do its full work without security for the future.

From Irish History and the Irish Question by Goldwin Smith

I went down into the same hell-broth of sweat and confusion.

From Jaffery by William John Locke

At short irregular intervals the hell-broth in the hole seemed as if boiling up. 

From Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker

Now there is only one man more—and after that, one more tub to be lowered—and the hell-broth is cooked once again, and will come streaming forth.

From Helbeck of Bannisdale — Volume I by Mrs. Humphry Ward

Wiley did not guess it–he knew it–Virginia Huff was the witch who had mixed the hell-broth that had raised up all this treachery against him.

From Shadow Mountain by Dane Coolidge