1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 11: The God-King


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    into us, their emotions charged. Lana and I returned it to our fighters, granting them weapons and armor, stiffening their spirits with our discipline. “We shall wipe the scourge of men clean from Hell!” Lilith cried, throwing her arm up. *Perfect,* Lana whispered in my mind. Lilith turned from the podium, walking to us. Cora fell in beside the goddess, Lana's hulking daughter had a fang-filled grin. She was eager for the violence. Manticore's loved to fight, they lived for it. Brandon army didn't stand a chance. “Did I do good?” Lilith asked, a sycophantic smile on her face. After forty years, no sign of our Goddess's spine had ever returned. Mark had broken her thoroughly. Now she merely played at being a Goddess, a figure head to keep the women and her daughters in line. “You did wonderful, pet,” I purred, stroking her hair like a bitch. “Thank you, Mistress,” Lilith moaned, falling to her knees to lick at my toes. “We don't have time for that,” Lana snapped. “And stand up before someone sees you, cunt.” I couldn't believe I had once worshiped this pathetic creature. I died for her. What a fool I had been. “Yes, Mistress,” Lilith gasped, scrambling up.”I forgot myself.” Cora snarled in disgust. “Let's destroy Brandon,” Lana smiled. I couldn't wait. So many women were brutalized by that man. Even now, our allies marched. The Ghosts forces streamed out of his forest and my daughter, Lamia, and her spouses led their army from Molech's Oven. Lana and I mounted our ...
    nightmares and followed Lilith as she led our forces out of the Obsidian Mountains onto the Sulfur Plains. This time, we would defeat the Samurai and Brandon's forces. I couldn't wait to get my vengeance. Even after forty years, I remembered the slave collar the Samurai put around my neck. The Samurai was as monstrous as the madman he served. He deserved to spend an eternity crucified, howling between those three whores that served him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Samurai “It appears to be going well, my Lord,” Hikaru commented. I nodded. I watched the battle from a large, sulfur hill as I sat astride my nightmare. After forty years, I had never bothered to name the demonic steed. My three concubines surrounded me, demurely sitting in their saddles on their terrible mounts. “Their center is collapsing,” I observed. “The Ghost flees with his harem. His soldiers have lost heart.” “They lack your discipline, my love,” Orihime complimented, nodding her head towards me. “No man has our Lord's discipline,” Chisato laughed, a pure, beautiful sound barely heard above the violence on the plains. To the north, my forces had rolled around the flank, surrounding the Lilithites. They had been the fiercest fighters. They should have held the center. Now that the Ghost forces were fleeing, I could bring my center to bear on the Lilithite monsters. “It will not be much longer,” I said. “The Lord Mayor's forces still seem in good array,” Orihime said, peering to the south. “Only because I have ...
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