Like actually. A dozen cyclops piled atop him, and I assume even his magic couldn’t struggle off that many. Though he tried. Not all of the guards survived the pile-on. However sufficient did to wear down the prince.

By the point Astaroth emerged from the pile, dusty and bruised, I anticipated him to have misplaced his cocky perspective. Incorrect. Slightly than be contrite, he obtained pissed.

“How dare you lay palms on me!” he yelled. “I’m Prince Astaroth. I demand to talk with Lord Devil.”

Slightly than reply, they grabbed him by the arms and dragged him. Somebody was in hassle, and I didn’t need to be related.

I inched again towards the tunnel, solely to be blocked. A look over my shoulder confirmed the unique doorman caked in gore. His one eye stared at me unblinking.

I sighed. Guess I wouldn’t be sneaking away. “The place to, massive man?”

He saved staring. and I headed in the identical path the others had taken Astaroth. The realm the place he’d been tackled gave the impression to be a vestibule of some type, with a primary set of doorways main straight to a second set farther in. The distinction as soon as I stepped previous that second entrance proved startling.

Whereas my preliminary impression of Hell had it soiled and unkempt, the place grew nicer the deeper we went. No extra nasty smells, except you hated candy and in addition spicy incense. Stone throughout, not solely easy however intricately carved. A bunch of halls connecting rooms that had a medieval-vampire type to them. Vivid tapestries on partitions, hanging candelabra, pink velvet-covered cushions on gilded furnishings. Some rooms contained individuals—aliens—in them. Many clearly feminine with their mammary glands clearly seen, oozing intercourse.

Some humanish like me. Others positively alien, just like the reptile girl with 4 boobs linked by a gold chain clamped to every nipple. Or the fowl with a human face and a bared higher physique with two very regular-looking tits, however a backside half that of a rooster—the legendary harpy maybe? A couple of I couldn’t inform their intercourse, given their amorphic form, however one positively gave off a fuck-me vibe, given the tingle that went by means of me after I walked by and obtained a sniff of their fragrance.

Our vacation spot proved straightforward to discern given the huge ornate doorways on the far finish of the final chamber we handed by means of. The guards dragging Astaroth didn’t knock or announce our arrival, and but the portal swung open granting us entry. I adopted alongside and stepped right into a throne room, however of the sort by no means seen on Earth.

Right here I might see the place the legends of Hell originated. The room appeared carved into stone, a minimum of three tales excessive and the width of a minimum of a soccer discipline. Swimming pools of effervescent lava made it sizzling, and sweat immediately sheened my physique. But I remained chilly, most likely due to the torture occurring. A spinning rack had somebody slowly roasting over a brilliant orange pit. One other held somebody getting flogged. All over the place I seemed, ache and struggling.

My respiratory quickened as I started to understand my destiny. Perhaps I might prepare to die fast. I might sprint for a lava pit. If I dove in head-first it might solely damage for a second. Barring that, I might try to harm Devil. That may most likely get me a fast execution—or would that backfire right into a sluggish torture?

Because the prodding at my again saved me transferring ahead, I did my finest to keep away from wanting on the throne we headed for and the determine slumped atop it. Astaroth had stopped screeching and preventing, selecting to stroll unaided, head held excessive as if he’d not simply been humiliated. I saved my eyes on the bottom, having seen cracks from which steam escaped. Burning my toes may appear small within the grand scheme, however avoiding it felt like I did one thing, a minimum of.

As we paused on the backside step, a rattle of chains drew my gaze after which a puff of shock. Suspended in a cage to the left of the throne, an angel with wings tucked tight within the confines of her jail, and a HALO glowing on her head. She wore a rag that may as soon as have been a burlap sack, however its cumbersome form couldn’t disguise the boobs, making her the primary feminine one I’d seen, and an anomaly since I’d been knowledgeable solely the males had wings. She gripped the bars and eyed me with out saying a phrase.

“Effectively, nicely, what do now we have right here?” The deep voice drew my consideration to the throne and what sat upon it. The satan himself.

The pictures within the Bible hadn’t been far off, apparently. Pores and skin a deep burgundy, massive, muscled, thick, and tall, he lounged in his seat, smoke huffing from his nostrils, rising to twist round his impressively massive horns. Huge leathery wings jutted over his shoulders. No hoofs, although. He wore massive black boots as much as underneath the knee, with leather-based pants tucked into the tops of them. His shirt, silky and darkish, opened to indicate his chest. His eyes? Glowed just like the molten pits on this room.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. I used to be in a lot hassle.

Astaroth stepped away from his kneeling handlers and confronted Devil, as soon as extra wanting cocky. “Finally I’ve returned to Hell the place I belong, and with a gift.”

Devil stared at him lengthy and arduous.

To his credit score, Astaroth didn’t instantly fidget. When he couldn’t maintain the gaze, he turned to me and swept a hand. “That is—”

“Kneel.” Only a single phrase.

The interrupted Astaroth blinked. “What?”

“Whenever you come earlier than me, you kneel.”

“I—” As soon as extra he by no means completed, as Devil flicked a finger and the demon prince’s legs buckled.

Earlier than the identical occurred to me, I hit the bottom. Submitting? Fuck yeah. No level in pissing him off immediately.

Astaroth didn’t take the rebuke nicely. His face turned pink with embarrassment, or was it anger? A mixture of each? He rose together with his fists clenched. “I kneel for nobody anymore. You’re not the one one with energy.” After which the fool lifted his hand and squeezed it as if he might telekinetically choke the satan.

A satan who checked out him with boredom.

Pressure pulled at Astaroth’s options as he tried to pressure his magic to work.

It didn’t.

Devil leaned ahead. “Did you actually suppose you’d be stronger than me?”

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