The Pleasures of Hell

~~Day 96~~

~~Mia~~

Everyone went back to the room, the one given to them by Dobasi. Mia closed the door, and everyone settled, except Azreal and Noah. The two angels, still wearing their armor, gestured to the door.

"We would like to head out again," Noah said.

Mia tilted her head and eyed the man. A mikalim's helmet hid most of their face, not unlike a Greek warrior's helmet. What'd David call them? Corinthian helmets, leaving only the eyes and mouth visible through a T-shaped slit. Azreal's helmet was even more secluded, leaving nothing but the tiniest sliver of his eyes and mouth visible. Reading their expressions was hard.

But she could. Azreal looked like stone. Hiding something? His purple eyes, amethyst eyes, refused to look at her. Noah wasn't much better, silver eyes staring straight at her, meeting her gaze with the hardness of a man who knew he didn't want to say what was on his mind, and stared that intensity straight into her soul.

"Looking for James?" she asked.

"We're figuring out the pathways in this maze," he said. "You stay here and figure out what to do about Dobasi and Beelzebub. We are looking for possible paths to reach James, should we need to run."

"Just the two of you running around?"

"Flying. We are not fools, Mia. We will not risk ourselves, walking among demons. But until you have a plan, we need to find James."

Sighing, Mia nodded and opened the door. They had a point. Mia wasn't the only unmarked, and if they could keep James alive, that was something worth doing purely from a tactical standpoint. And damn it, Mia did not want James to die. If she were right, they might even be related, distantly.

It'd be nice to find at least a sliver of family.

Vin growled and hit the floor with his tail. The two angels looked his way, but the titan said nothing, only snarled. A challenge.

The angels didn't meet it. They turned and left.

Mia closed the door and looked at Yosepha. She waited a minute before saying anything, just to make sure Azreal and Noah were out of earshot.

"Do you believe them?" Mia asked.

Yosepha shrugged with her wings, but they must have weighed a thousand kilograms. "I... I am not sure."

"Do not trust them," Vin said. Everyone looked at him, but the titan stayed sitting by the wall, dragon eyes aimed down.

Mia stood in front of him and lightly kicked his foot. Thankfully, Cerberus picked up the vibe that it wasn't a serious attack, and the big dog settled down near Kas by the door.

"You've fought Noah and Azreal before," Mia said to Vin. "You've never gone into detail about that, but it was clear those two don't like you."

Yosepha joined Mia's side. "Angels know that children of the Old Ones are the only demons capable of uniting Hell and potentially visiting the Forgotten Place in some foolish attempt to free Lucifer. Battalions have hunted them down and fought them many times throughout history. But since the last Spires War, Heaven has not gone to war with Hell, has called no blood hunt, and we leave the demons alone." She sighed, lowered her head, and dismissed her armor, leaving her standing in her skimpy white silks that exposed most of her dark skin. "But as I said before, angels are not forbidden from coming to Hell and using the vortex. And some come down in bands to hunt and kill."

"I don't get that," Mia said. "Why wouldn't Heaven just close off the vortex?"

Yosepha looked up. Only a ceiling above, but Heaven, high above that.

"The damage is permanent. Only an archangel could heal the vortex. And over billions of years, what was the council to do? Force every angel to man the walls without being allowed to leave?"

"Angels are timeless, aren't they?"

"Yes. But we are not statues. Most stay in Heaven for all time, but some feel it is their duty to see righteous fury brought upon Hell. And if Vin says we should not trust them..."

Mia sighed. "Then he thinks Azreal and Noah have been visiting Hell a lot, and unleashing some of those warrior urges."

Vin snorted, like an annoyed lion wanting some peace. "Their blades are not clean."

Yeah, she had a feeling Vin would say something like that. She sat down in front of him, ankles crossed, knees apart, and leaned forward.

"When you fought Noah and Azreal last, what... what was that like?"

The titan eyed Yosepha and slowly gave the others in the room the same treatment. But no one said a thing, listening intently, even Romakus.

"They came at me in the tunnels of Death's Grip. Twelve of them." Vin licked his teeth. "And without the sky to hide within, they fell to my claws. I feasted."

Mia winced. "You ate... angel hearts?"

The bastard grinned. "Many."

Yosepha walked away, trembling. Angry, but the more Mia learned of Yosepha, the more she felt the angel was mostly just angry at herself. She'd eaten Galon's heart.

Mia stood her ground. Or sat on it. "I guess eating angel hearts doesn't give demons any special power then."

"No, but they are delicious."

It was a good thing Noah and Azreal weren't there.

"Would a human get any special powers if they ate one?"

Vin shrugged and said nothing.

Sighing, Mia came in closer. "Azreal and Noah got away?"

"Yes," he said. "They took two of their wounded comrades and fled."

"What'd you do to get twelve angels to come after you?"

He shrugged again. "I killed angels before. And before then. And before then."

Fucking christ. Mia clenched her hands into fists. "And what did you do to upset the first ones?"

The titan looked at her, shrug implied. "Angels have been visiting Hell to kill demons of their own desire since before I was born. It is the way it is."

There was no worse answer he could have given her. She threw up her hands, groaned loudly, got up, and paced around in a circle. Cerberus followed her, tracing her steps, but even the bestest boy's antics couldn't wipe away her anger.

"So angels and demons kill each other, outside of official wars, because... that's just how it's always been?"

"Angels fear the children of the Old Ones."

"So they only come down to kill your kind?"

Vin grinned a snake's grin. "They kill others, as well."

Julisa spoke up. "It is not a common occurrence. I have seen angels, but never fought one."

Vin shook his head. "It is more common than you know."

If that was true, then the angels were doing a good job not letting people know they were coming down and playing vigilante. Did the council not care? And was that all the angels were doing? Galon came down from Heaven to visit Hell, and it certainly wasn't to kill demons or damned souls.

Just how big was the vortex that angels could come down using it, regularly, and avoid detection so often? If it was big enough for an archangel to fit through, assuming space was an issue, then fucking colossal.

Sighing, Mia sat in front of Vin again, calming down. Cerberus came up beside her, and she stroked his mane of spikes without even looking. How quickly she'd gotten used to owning a dog. The three heads still threw her for a loop sometimes, though.

"You wandered Hell for a long time," she said. It was a one-on-one conversation now. Maybe Vin would be more open with her. "You killed a lot of people."

He nodded and stared down at her. Eye contact, straight on, like it was a battle.

She held the gaze. "You know violence better than probably anyone alive."

He nodded again.

She slid in a little closer, and her knees nudged against the bottom of his giant feet, each as big as her torso.

"Azreal and Noah. Do you really think those two have been down here before, just to be violent?" She leaned in, grabbed a couple of his massive foot claws for support, and glared up at him. "Do you really think they're like that?"

It took a while for the big guy to respond, but after a long, drawn-out rumble that sounded more like a weary sigh, Vin shook his head.

"They have partaken of it in the past. I can see it in their eyes. But... no."

She drew her head back. "Yeah?"

"Yes. They have tasted violence. They resist. They resist the dread that drags other angels into despair."

"You can tell all that from their eyes?"

He leaned in close until his massive black horns reached out over her head.

"I can."

She took a deep breath and nodded. Of all the things Vin was, he was his own kind of trustworthy and honorable. If he said it, especially with that look in his eyes, he meant it.

"But you do think they're suffering the dread so many angels are suffering, though?"

He nodded, sitting back and relaxing against the wall as if the conversation didn't matter to him anymore. It still mattered to her. She got up, walked around him, and stood at his side.

"Can we trust them? They're running off on their own, and--"

"The dread pulls at them, and they run from it. It will break them, in the end."

She sighed and slumped against the wall beside him until her ass hit the hard metal. She missed her room in the Death's Grip spire, with all its lovely silks. Julisa, Romakus, and Yosepha were comfortable enough, chatting among themselves about random things, but Mia hated sitting on hard metal. Kas sat in his corner like a gargoyle. Cerberus walked up to him, but Kas didn't respond, at first, until Cerb made some digging motions at the floor.

Kas clicked down at the hellhound, and Cerb sat. He clicked again, and Cerb rumbled and clicked once, too. It wasn't like the other demons couldn't click, but only Kas bothered with it with Cerb. Kinda like the dad that never wanted a dog, but lo and behold.

Vin, apparently watching where Mia was looking, aimed a snort down at her, and the hot air hit her face.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"What?"

"Here."

"He--oh, here." She looked down at the floor. He meant beside Vin, and not with Kas. "I... don't know. Maybe Julisa's right. Maybe I am just trying to manipulate you." She chuckled and gave her necklace a small tug. "Some part of me thinks you're a big angry teddy bear that just needs a friendly hug, and then you'll get along and be nice."

He snorted and set his gaze back on the rest of the crew. Romakus and Julisa talked about their weapons and examined the meera swords for weaknesses. Yosepha sat with them, glancing back occasionally. She'd heard what Vin said about Azreal and Noah, before their conversation had descended into whispers.

"I am not," he said, "a... teddy bear."

"Yeah, well, that remains to be seen."

He growled, but the unthinkable had occurred, and it would spell Vin's undoing: Mia was in a good mood now. According to the big bad himself, Azreal and Noah were, probably, not going out to slaughter demons and damned souls to quench their thirsts. And that was a great relief.

"You could have lied about Azreal and Noah."

He snarled. "Lying is for cowards."

"Agreed." She gave his side a good punch. Just a buddy tap to Vin. "So you don't think I'm trying to manipulate you?"

"You are."

And just like that, he shot a cannonball through her sails.

"I... I am?"

"Everyone manipulates everyone." His tail curled behind her, almost like he wanted to pull her closer. But he didn't.

"That's a cynical view."

He shook his head. "Everyone manipulates each other. That is normal. But that...." He looked down, rumbling. "That does not mean that they... do not care about each other."

Like someone had lit a torch in a dark cave, a bit more of Vin's mind came into view, a few more pieces clicking into place. It was a cynical view, but also a bittersweet one. People manipulating people, but still caring for them, still loving them. David probably would have agreed.

"Azreal and Noah," he said. "They should be here. Protecting you. The fools."

"What? You don't think James--"

"You are here. James may be dead. You are strong. James is weak. You have will, and fortitude. They should be here, protecting you."

She squirmed. Compliments, from Vin. Whoa.

"Thanks," she said. "I think we need James, and even if we didn't, I don't want him to die."

"And I do not wish for you to die."

She froze, but Vin didn't look at her, eyes on the floor and mind digging through catacombs she couldn't hope to unearth.

She touched his shoulder and smiled at him. If she pressed it, he'd probably say something like 'because we need you to save the Great Tower' or something. For now, she wanted to hold on to the fantasy Vin wasn't a giant asshole. She leaned in, gave the sitting demon a quick kiss on his shoulder, earning a flick of his eyes, and she went back to Kas.

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She woke up to the sound of moans.

Where was she? With Kas, sleeping against his side. Cerberus lay a meter away, sleeping the dead sleep of a ferret.

Julisa and Vin were asleep, too, half sitting, half lying. Not them, either.

It was Romakus and Yosepha doing the moaning.

~~♥♥♥~~

Mia cracked her eyes open enough to watch Romakus slowly ease Yosepha down onto him. Oh no. The angel squirmed, completely naked, facing the huge demon, and she did her best to keep her moans quiet, head turned and biting her lip, but as the massive creature gently pushed her ass further down onto his cock, the angel shuddered, and another moan escaped her.

Her huge, firm ass was glistening. Romakus had undoubtedly spent a liberal amount of time with said ass in his large mouth, tonguing her. And his huge cock worked its way between her wet cheeks, and into her asshole.

Did the bastard ever want to fuck her pussy? Whatever gave the demon a complete anal obsession, Yosepha didn't seem to mind. From the sounds, she loved it.

Romakus took his time. Maybe he wanted to keep his girlfriend quiet. Maybe he just enjoyed making things last. Slowly but surely, he sank his girlfriend, a lean, thin, gorgeous black warrior woman with massive white wings, balls deep onto his cock, her legs around him. And sure, Yosepha was tall, well over six feet like all angels, but she was a tiny thing compared to the ten-foot juggernaut whose lap she sat on.

Her thighs got snug around Romakus's hips, hooked them as best as they could, and the angel held on as the demon gently bounced her. He got both hands on her ass, and big as her ass was, his hands were colossal and had no problem capturing both cheeks. He kneaded her, squeezed, molded the shape of the flesh to his fingers, and ground her on the bottom few inches of what was easily over a foot of length. And the girth of it spread her ass apart.

And then he stopped. He ran his hands up along her wings, traced his fingers and claws down their white arms before combing her white feathers. Like a cat happy to be petted, the wings pushed up into his palms, looking for more, and he obliged.

Yosepha groaned, gave her wings a flutter, and let them go limp.

"You know," Romakus whispered, "we didn't have to wait to fuck. If you're so horny all the time, we can just fuck every night like before, and the others can watch."

Yosepha shook her head. "Sometimes it is too dangerous."

"If someone attacks, we'll just stop and fight."

"In the middle of sex?"

He shrugged, set a hand against Yosepha's chest, and gently pushed her back. With a pleasant sigh, she let him guide her back further and further until she lay horizontal between his thighs, her legs hooked over his hips. She arched her back, showing off her small, firm breasts, hard nipples, and though Mia couldn't see from the angle and through cracked eyelids, she knew Yosepha had the stomach of a warrior goddess.

The angel reached out and held onto Romakus's enormous wrists as the man set his grip on her hips. Again, more slow bounces, horizontal this time, working the angel back and forth between his legs.

"I'd prefer sex in private," the angel said.

"You say that, but last I checked, you had your best orgasms when Julisa joined in."

Yosepha shook her head. "That is not fair. She..." Whatever protest Yosepha had, it devolved into quiet murmurs and quieter moans.

Mia grabbed her aura before it exploded all over the room. The idea of Yosepha, squirming and wriggling in embarrassment, while Romakus sank his huge length into her large ass, all while Julisa did things to her? A proud, proper warrior, engaged in ridiculously carnal indulgences? Letting a clearly evil man like Romakus do all sorts of nasty things to her, while Julisa, a horrible bitch, joined in? The image had no business being as tantalizing as it was.

"How about the others?" Romakus asked.

"What?"

Grinning down at his girl, Romakus picked her back up, turned her around, and lowered her back down onto his cock. They were facing Mia this way, the both of them, and Mia kept her eyes barely cracked open enough to watch. Like Mia, Yosepha didn't have a single hair on her body below the neck, and her empty pussy glistened in the subtle light of a nearby dangling metal skull with flames in its eyes.

Romakus sank her balls deep onto his length, and a bulge pushed out against the warrior woman's stomach, reaching past her navel. Groaning, Yosepha looked down at her body, and pressed a hand against the distension on her abs, earning a quiet growl from Romakus. He spread her legs, hooked them over his, took her hips again, and pressed her down hard, forcing her ass to mold snug to his pelvis so he could get as deep as possible. With Yosepha's legs now spread wide, Mia stared at the angel's pussy, and the drop of juices that leaked from it down onto the massive cock filling her ass.

"I'm sure Mia wouldn't mind," Romakus asked. "Just ask, and she'll send Kas right on over to fuck you with me."

Yosepha tried to close her legs. Romakus didn't let her.

"Mia wouldn't share," she said.

Mia gulped. Angels and demons were so weird! It wasn't the thought of someone else fucking Yosepha, someone not Romakus, that bothered Yosepha about the idea. It was that Mia might be upset by it. Angels and demons just didn't think about sex the same way humans did. If Mia asked, Yosepha would probably let Romakus fuck Mia! She'd never ask that; strangely sexy as Romakus was, Mia just wasn't into him. But still, knowing all Mia had to do was give the word, and Kas would go on over and fuck Yosepha with Romakus, fill her up completely, and--

Romakus looked at Mia. Mia froze.

"I think," Romakus said, lifting Yosepha up high, "Mia would probably join in." As he lifted his girlfriend, the distension on her belly slid down, only to slide back up into her body and press out against her once flat stomach as the demon filled her ass again.

Yosepha moaned, a quiet little thing, weak, wavering. She leaned back against Romakus's chest, reached down, and sank her fingers into her pussy. And as Romakus gently bounced the angel on his length, she masturbated, legs still spread so everything was on glorious display. It wasn't long before the angel closed her eyes, melted back against Romakus, and shuddered, earning new waves of trickling juices down her fingers.

Romakus winked at Mia.

Mia froze again, but her eyes opened wide, and Yosepha locked eyes with her. Uh oh.

"Mia!" Yosepha said. Not whispered. Said. Borderline yelled.

Everyone stirred, and Mia lost all control of the aura. It washed over the room, hit her and everyone with it, and awareness crashed into Mia like a ton of bricks. Her slit was soaked.

"Sorry, sorry." Mia squirmed out from under Kas's arm and sat up. "I... I um..."

Romakus chuckled in that typical dark, evil way he did, and fucked Yosepha more.

"Romakus!" Yosepha flapped her wings twice, but the enormous tetrad didn't let her go. "Mia is..."

"Of course she was," Julisa said. Mia almost jumped at the sound of her voice. The tetrad walked over, sat beside Romakus, and like she'd done it a million times before, she got cozy against the side of his chest while brushing Yosepha's wing aside. "The little soul has less control than a succubus."