1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 4: The Tyrants


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    whore. “What's your name?” I asked the redhead. “Milly, God-King,” she answered, then nudged the blonde. “I cut the cock off her rapist. She was more than willing to come along and serve you. Her name is Brenda.” “I'll serve you, God-King,” the blonde whispered. “Milly saved me on your orders. I can be...a loving woman.” She threw a look over her shoulder. It was violent in the oven. Those Lucifer tormented were fighting each other. The strongest were clawing out their own bands, tiny dictators that would challenge my rightful rule. “Then you're mine,” I declared, chaining Brenda's soul. Her tits were lovely. “Brenda, Milly, prepare Hannah for me. Molest her pretty body until she begs to be my whore.” “I won't,” spat the young woman. “You will,” I laughed as I strode out into the fray. I needed to capture more followers fast. I needed to be the soul that comes out on top. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yoshida Emi I sprang up the moment the fires died, ready to deliver Justice. Lucifer's oven roared with the disoriented moans of the Demon's victims. My head snapped about. I wished I had my notebook. I missed it dearly. I blinked in surprise. A notebook appeared in my hand. It looked just how I remembered it. I laughed in delight. I could deliver Justice again. A man strode up to me, naked like the rest of us, his cock thrusting hard before him. He leered at my youthful body, small breasts, and thick mat of black pubic hair. I stared at him without fear. I had faced down the ...
    strongest men of Osaka and cowed them with my Justice. “I'm going to enjoy that tight body, cunt,” he laughed in English. I wrote in the notebook. “Paralysis.” This was Hell. It was a place of ideas. I sensed this the moment my notebook appeared. I focused my mine with clarity of thought. My will lashed out, and I delivered Justice to my would-be rapist. The man's body went rigid. He collapsed like a frozen pillar, slamming down hard on the cherry-red, metallic floor. I smiled. It cost me some of my power to do that. How could I get more? Lucifer made his Pacts for a reason. He fed off our souls. My gaze snapped about. I would need servants once again. Women who would pleasure me and gain protection from my Justice. There were other rapists and other victims. Violence abounded around me. I strode through the carnage, my eyes searc I found her. She was young, her eyes trembling with tears as the Black man rutted on her. She was a pale, porcelain doll beneath him. My pussy grew damp as I walked over. I scrawled quickly in my notebook. “Atrophy.” “What the fuck!” the man shouted, his ebony skin deflating, his muscles vanishing until a scrawny man squirmed atop the pale girl. “Get off me!” the girl yelled, pushing the weak, emaciated man off of her. “Fucking pig!” I wrote a gain in my notebook. “Knife.” The girl gasped as the knife flashed into being in her hand. She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide. She had a round face, and delicate cheeks framed by black hair. Her breasts ...
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