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


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    “The Ghost of Paris!” Marybeth roared, dodging his next swing. Gabriella and I stood right behind his feet. “Now,” I whispered. My sword flashed into being a heartbeat before my daughter summoned hers. We both swung, our blades slicing through Horemheb's knees, hacking his legs apart. He bellowed in pain, slamming to the ground. His claws gripped the sulfurous plain, pulling himself along the yellow dust. “Cunts!” he snarled, glaring over his shoulder at us, his horned face contorting in pain. “That's my wife and step-daughter!” Marybeth screamed, her sword severing through the Demon's right arm. “We're the Ghost's cunts,” I laughed, cutting his other arm off, leaving him to writhe like a worm. I dropped my invisibility, looking at the cowering, chained women and their wounded bodies. They hadn't been in hell for longer than a decade or two, still possessing their personalities. Hope dawned in their eyes when they looked at my youthful, naked body. “You're freeing us?” one woman asked, her eyes growing moist with tears. She reached out with ebony hands to grab me. “From Horemheb,” I smiled. “You're going to serve a new master.” The hope died in her eyes. “Oh, don't be like that. I reckon he's better than most in Hell.” Part of me wanted to let them go. But they would be power for the Ghost. They'd be slaves, their bodies given to the ape-demons to satisfy their bestial urges. It sucked, but at least the Ghost would keep them from being tortured. Besides, a bunch of the ...
    captured women had come to enjoy the thick cocks and hungry passion of the ape-demons. I seized their chain, ripping them from Horemheb. “You serve the Ghost of Paris now.” I staggered as the power flowed through me and back to the Ghost. The chains vanished. They weren't needed, the women had to obey. Horemheb was just an asshole that liked to drag his women behind him. “Okay, ladies,” Marybeth clapped. “We're hauling dumbass here back to the Ghost. So each of you grab a severed stump and let's get to draggin'.” “He's gonna suffer,” I promised them. “You can inflict any harms you want.” Hungry glee spread on their lips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Ghost of Paris I gazed down at the writhing demon Marybeth and Ursula brought back. The women they claimed for me were dispersed to one of the outlying cabins. My women had been busy. They built our cabin within a week. Focusing your desires accomplished a lot in Hell. Other cabins were erected for the other servants. A few men that served as guards, and women rescued from the harems of demons. When men arrived in Hell, they were yoked into armies to fight other demons, often getting mutilated within a few years. Their dismembered bodies were left strewn across the plains to suffer in eternity. The women, however, spent decades serving in one demon or another's harem, cruelly used by their masters until they were driven mad and became demons themselves. We had rescued a few women, taking them as slaves. They had to pleasure the ...
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