1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 3: The Bitter Drink


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    – The Abyss I crept through the edge of the Bony Forest. It may not have been the most original name for the terrifying, skeletal forest we had appeared in, but the Ghost may not be the most creative person. His talents lay in other directions. My wife, Marybeth, and my daughter crept with me. It was fun being invisible. It was the Ghost's power, and he could share it with us. We were naked, leaving behind our cheerleading uniforms as we scouted. We had to make sure there were no growing threats on the boarders of our realm. In the last few months—well, I think we had been in Hell for a few months, time was weird here—the Ghost had expanded dominion over the Bony Forest. We had driven out all the ape-demons not under the Ghost's control. Beyond the forest was a blasted, sulfur plain. Vast hordes of demons, many looking like twisted lions, marched across it, dragging hosts of chained, tormented humans. Something was happening that may threaten our new home. One of the greater demons—perhaps Lucifer, Dagon, or Astarte—were gathering their minions. Were they planning on attacking us or one of their rivals? “We should capture one of the stragglers,” Marybeth whispered. “That sound's dangerous,” Gabriella added. “I know,” Marybeth giggled. “Look, that one demon dragging the chained women. We could take him, free the women, and retreat back into the woods without the rest of the horde knowin'.” “I don't know,” I whispered. Marybeth's hand found my body, giving me a squeeze. “We're ...
    doin' it. Back me up.” “Marybeth,” I hissed as the brush rustled and she moved out onto the plain. “Gosh, darn it.” “Momma?” Gabriella whispered. “Okay, baby girl, let's go save Momma-Marybeth from herself.” The demon was a tall, spindly thing, his body almost bony, his skin stretched taut. The women would be his harem. They all looked miserable, trudging behind, their bodies cut by the small, cruel horns and hooks that protruded from the demon's body. I carefully studied the ground, watching the minute poofs of dust raised by Marybeth's passing. She circled to the right, so I led my daughter to the left, my heart thudding in my chest. I flexed my fingers, ready to summon my green sword. “Lioness!” Marybeth screeched, her green sword flashing into being. The demon let out a roar of surprise as she darted in. He swatted with a long arm, his clawed fingers hissing at Marybeth's invisible body. My wife lifted her sword, catching the hand. But the demon's strength threw her back. I tracked her progress by the sword. She flipped once in the air and landed in a poof of yellow dust. She bellowed, charging back in. My daughter and I were behind the demon, creeping closer as Marybeth provided the distraction. “Do you know who I am?” bellowed the demon. “Nope,” Marybeth laughed. “I am Horemheb! Lord of Flesh and Master of Carnage.” Marybeth snorted in laughter. “You have six women. You're not lord of much.” “And who do you serve?” roared Horemheb. “Which Master will I steal you from?” ...
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