Desires of Hell
by Firebird.
Chapter 001 "Beginnings"
The Earth is old. So very old. In fact the Earth didn't even originally come
from the Milky Way. It was part of another galaxy many many light years away.
Back then it had it's own residents ... the Demons.
Demons aren't very nice. Their only thought in their tiny little brains was to
fight and absorb the energy and power of other demons. This they did with glee
and if facial muscles allowed it, a smile. Thousands of battles were fought for
supremacy, but then again .. there were also a bleedin' lot of Demons to fight.
Everything was going just dandy until some good for nothing asteroid popped up
and collided with the planet. It broke the Earth's orbit from the nearby star
and flung it off into deep space. Good thing too as a black hole popped up a few
million years later and sucked up the whole system. Nasty business space. If
it's not trying to wipe you out every half million years with a hole the size of
a pea, then it's happy to throw some fucking big rocks at you when you're not
looking.
For eons the Earth passed through solar systems and nebulas. After a few near
misses with various planets it got caught up with our current star. A few
million years later a strange green goo appeared and decided it would be fun to
create the first proteins. After that it was just a matter of time before some
very weird looking grumpy hairy creatures appeared and mucked things up.
Yep, feminists!
And did the Demons who were on Earth originally die out? ... Most did, and that
is where our story begins. _________________________
Her name is Debbie. Currently she sleeps in a zone of belief called Hell. It
seems very real and in many ways it is. Nearly every human in the world has
heard of Hell. It exists in the minds of everyone, and therefore it is real.
Don't argue with me on this one okay?!
Debbie isn't a demon or creature of Hell. But she's a nasty little bugger when
the mood takes her. And unfortunately for the people who work with her, Debbie
is 'always' in the mood. Deb was one of the first billion or so of humans to
live on the Earth. But she was bad. I mean very bad. She wouldn't share her
lucky Stegosaurus leg with her clan. She pushed people into Sabre tooth tiger
pits and then threw in the tiger. She even went so far as to string up the
leader of the clan by his genitals because he got her birth date wrong. No
calenders back then apparently.
It was safe to say Deb wasn't exactly popular with the clan. So they bashed her
head in with a big rock and dumped her over the side of a cliff. That's how Deb
got into Hell. Diablo, the Devil God, thought she was amusing so he gave her a
job. No sick leave but she had a great Dental plan. _________________________
Real Demons don't really care about time. They have no need for it. Does any
shopkeeper in the world make claim to selling a Swatch to a Demon of the
underworld? ... Nah, didn't think so either. They are however very good at
following the passage of time when it relates to mortals. Demons totally detest
mortals. It's a hobby.
See, real Demons are immortal and they're very good at it. But Humans
unwittingly saved themselves from Demons by inventing Gods. Once enough belief
has gone into creating and worshipping a God then they manifest themselves.
To a God, belief is their life-blood. Without it they no longer exist. So they
are really keen on making sure people know about them so they can stick around.
It's easy for Humans because all they need to do is believe in themselves.
Apparently someone famous said I believe therefore I am. It's simply not like
that for Gods. Which is a lucky thing for us.
Now Gods can do all sorts of wonderful things. I wouldn't dream of trying to
list them here cos you'd be reading this story for a bloody long time if I did.
But there is two things Gods cannot do. One, a God cannot fight a Demon or vice
versa. Two, they cannot show their true form to a human. They have to give
little hints to say if they're real or not.
So we have Gods and we have Demons. The real bugger of it is that neither of
them can run around on Earth in their normal form but they can however change
into any creature they like. Problem is while they're on Earth they are mortal
and very capable of getting the shit kicked out of them. With each creature a
God or Demon becomes there are certain limitations on what they can or cannot
do.
See, the more evil a Demon wants to be the more rules it has to follow. If it
wants to be really bad and nasty then it generally has to hide in a swamp or in
some dark deep cave. However if they want to be just merely irritating then they
pop up in human form, run around each Sunday morning knocking on doors waking
people from their sleep-ins, then trying to flog some booklets or badges and
getting people to pop into their local worshipping grounds once a week. Demons
really play rough. _________________________
Debbie stretched her arms towards the skies. She shifted slightly to allow the
ache in her back and neck to subside. No use. She got up and felt the wave of
relief as blood flooded back into crushed vessels. She enjoyed the feeling for a
moment and then clicked her fingers. All the bruises and sores disappeared.
Debbie had a fantastic body on Earth. Well, prior to her having her head bashed
in. Diablo made sure her boobs were tight and tender. That there was very little
fat on the ass and thighs. And a face to die for. Her hair was long and blonde
and she had a look of an Angel.
Diablo gave her some extra gifts when she took on her job. One was that she
could heal the body of any human she desired. It would have been a great gift if
Deb was a Nun. However Deb was a torturer. And she really liked her job!
She checked her leather outfit to make sure it was covering the right holes and
nipples then set off for her pit. Hell was simply a huge cavern. Nothing fancy
apart from small hills along the way to support implements of terror. It grew to
accommodate new arrivals automatically. In the center was a large steep
mountain. This was where Diablo sat and watched. Diablo loved his job too and
spent hours watching his Hell creatures torment humans who had chosen the wrong
tunnel. He didn't care if humans sinned or not. It wasn't his
problem
if they didn't go towards the light when they were suppose to.
Debbie dropped down into her pit into waist deep slime. It rolled over her body
like it was alive. It tickled her nether regions and she moaned slightly. It was
then she was greeted by her help. A curious little Imp called Gord. Gord was
what you would expect an Imp to look like. He had green skin, pointed ears,
sharp rows of teeth and a devilish look about him. He was also the most cunning
of the Imps in Hell. Well, that's what he claimed to be.
She made a request in her mind and slowly the slime started to solidify. As she
stepped upwards it turned into soil and then dirt.
"Morning Mistress." said Gord giving Debbie his biggest smile. It was like being
greeted by Jaws one, two and three all in one.
"Morning Gord." replied Debbie. "What have we got today?"
"Not much Mistress. A couple of floggings this morning before they're sent onto
the next pit. Oh, and I think the big boss man wants you later."
Debbie smiled. Imps can sense their feelings two to three hours ahead. A very
handy use if they were on Earth. Deb looked over three women who were staked
spreadeagle to the ground. Even though the souls' physical bodies were rotting
in some coffin somewhere that didn't mean souls couldn't feel pain. Deb took the
whip offered to her by Gord and practiced a strike.
The loud crack from the whip scared the women. They started crying and sobbing
for mercy. Debbie limbered up her arm and went to work. She brought the whip down
across all three women. The distinct red line appeared on their belly. The souls
bellowed. Again and again Deb struck the girls. More lines cris-crossed their
bodies and breasts. Gord started eating off the toes of one of the girls who
scream hysterically. He nibbled off the toes and then spat them one by one onto
the girl's stomach. Debbie finished her whipping and forced the whip handle up
the cunt of the nearest girl. Unfortunately it grew many long spikes tipped with
venom before it had even got a third of the way in. The soul bellowed it's
displeasure. Creatures from other pits even stopped and turned around to see
where all the loud screaming was coming from.
Debbie laughed. She waited a few minutes chatting to Gord about the weather and
then snapped her fingers. Instantly all wounds and sores were healed on the
girls. Only the memory of pain remained.
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