Hellbound- "Yet Another #*%$*& Monster!"

Hellbound- "Yet Another #*%$*& Monster!"

I ate well that night. Everyone thinks that demons enjoy feasting on the souls of humans more than anything else. They're partly right, but eating a demon flesh-soul 'n all is nothing but anti-divine. When the blood trickles down the side of your mouth, and your tongue and you've got bits of tender flesh in between your claws, you suddenly feel like you're out of Hell for one brief moment. That's the type of moments I live for.

I ran across to Diora, wondering if she was intact. I sniffed the air and caught the scent of something strange. I couldn't smell her. Not even a faint trace of sexy succubus scent. I hoped that those fuckers hadn't wrecked my nose. There'd be hell to pay if they did. I jerked my head around, once I got a tap on my shoulder, turning around with my claws drawn.

"It's allright. Just got a lot of perfume on. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he's dead" Diora purred in my ear. Her hot breath moved and settled near my neck. I had this sudden itch there, one that could only be fixed by the long black claws of another demon. I could feel my heat rising…as well as something else that I knew would excite Diora. But there was a bad smell that was lurking around and it sure wasn't me or her. That smell was a mixture of brimstone, shit and memories of that time when I accidentally crawled in a larva flow when I was a wee centurion.

"LISTEN! There's… a really bad smell. I can smell something that looks like another demon or something like that?" I said, starting to panic. There's a big monster somewhere around here (again) and I don't know if I can keep this shit up. I seem to have become Mr. Popularity again, for all the wrong reasons.

Convinced it was that demon, I sniffed around looking for clues for where he was, looking like some kind of demonic bloodhound with his nose to the ground.

"Well it's time to get our claws out, because there's some motherfucking demon ass to kick!" I yelled at Diora, who seemed to be shaking her head from side to side. I looked at her strangely, until I realised what her problem was. The 'motherfucking' demon was looming behind me, his shadow so big it blocked out the sky. I was almost ready to shit my pants at the sight of the massive monster. He appeared to have small razors-like bristles across his scaly skin, and an angry look on his face.

"Looks like someone's out of his depth", the thing growled in a pseudo-British accent. I just snorted. I'd had enough of being target practice for every single no-good punk that thinks he has a right to steal away my lands and my girl. Of course, I always forgot that's how I managed to get in this position in the first place. That's all that Hell is built on really, stealing and violence. As I was about to put my hands into fists, I felt a sudden warm rush creep up my back. Before I had chance to turn around, I couldn't move my hands. I tried my legs and tail, and nothing seemed to be moving. It seems my new friend had somehow paralysed me. Yes. This was really what I needed at the moment. Diora was now out of my line of sight, and I was beginning to get worried.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you." The monster purred as a large squid-like tentacle swept from behind it and wrapped my arms around behind my back. The way he was behaving suggested otherwise. Once he'd secured my arms, he began to drag me back to…wherever. And I mean literally 'drag'. I couldn't move my head, but I was aware that the fucker was flying a few feet above the ground as he dragged me along.

Several minutes later, after my clothes were starting to get severe burn I was getting really pissed off. I'd tried moving my legs, but whatever magic Mr. Fucker was using, it was still working. Still that didn't explain why he had to tie my arms up, unless he was into some sort of bondage games. I wouldn't be as lucky as that, surely.

"Right. Peasant. You listen to me. Shut up and you'll be free. Piss me off and you're DEAD!" it growled at me. I tried to roll my eyes, wondering why his speech had changed from a few hours ago. I had little time for thinking of a plan to escape and… well lets face it. Demon Counts are not known for being paraded around like some stupid spit roast pig.

We finally came to a stop. I could feel a nice cool rush flood my body and the ability to move came back in an instant. As I was about to wrap my hands around Mr Fucker's throat, I could feel an electrical charge burst through my head. I couldn't really tell through the scales and whatnot, but I could swear that he had a small grin of delight spreading across his face. I looked around the room. We were in a cave, most likely somewhere in Hell. I dusted off my rags, and decided to just take off my shirt. My body was sexy enough for me to get away with it, and it looked a lot more dignified. There wasn't much I could do with my pants, but since walking around with your pants was frowned upon in Hell, I'd just have to do.

"Now, we're here to see your Master. Not that idiot that you killed before, but the other one. You remember?"

Of course I remembered. It was Marco-whatever. He didn't scare me, although he did seem to be running in the Mr. Ugly pageant. It seems it was about to win First Prize as well, by the looks of him. I tried to look at my captor, but he slapped me across my face with his hand. My eyes stung as some strange liquid seeped from his hands and across my face. I don't know what type of acids he had flowing out of his hands, but whatever it was, it was ruining my sexy good looks. He'll pay for this when I get out of here.

He quickly wiped it off my face, before attaching some chains to my arms. Once more I was dragged, seeing nothing but a close up of Marchocias' floor. It was dirty. I kept my ears open for sounds, to try and see how the hell I could get out of here, and dwelling on the fact that any idiot seems to be able to drag me away these days. I remembered the old days when I was the king of the world, and now it seems that any showboating baby can come up and beat my ass. Well we'll just have to play along, won't we?

My train of thought was runined when I was lead through my Master's palace. It wasn't actually that orginal. Just think of a Gothic cathedral, except with a lot of archs pointing downwards, and you'll begin to understand Marco.

"Well well well!" Marchocias purred. I looked up and saw his scaly skinned self grinning, flanked by two smooth skinned succubi. I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the whole business. He was acting like he was Lucifer or something, not a Duke covering the stenchpot of Hell. I bowed before him, as my captor did right after my nose touched the floor. As soon as I felt a familiar bolt of pain through my head, I rose with my head bent down.

"Been in a bit of trouble, have we?" he said mockingly at my bent face. I said nothing. He knew the answers. Why do idiots always ask you the questions that they know the answers to? C'mon. I stayed silent, wondering why the hell I was bent down in this position. Did I take over a country without a permit or something? We both knew the answer to that question, so I stayed silent. For once.

"You know, usually it's only Dukes that take over countries. And they do it a little…more subtly" he said, grinning again. I felt like vomiting. No-one should ever have green teeth, for whatever reason. It's just not right. I looked a little puzzled, so he offered to give a little bit of an explanation.

"When us demons take over countries, we don't actually take them over ourselves. We get the humans to do it." His voice trailed off a little after he said that, like he revealed a state secret. I guessed I knew how it worked, I'd seen it happen before. Possessions, promises of riches, that type of thing. It happens all the time down here, so why wouldn't we try it Up There?

"I don't know what we should do to you. Personally, I'd challenge you to a duel, but I don't want to waste my fighting skills on a pathetic peasant such as yourself." Marco seemed to be in a bit of a bitter mood. I looked carefully at his face for any signs of lying. He seemed to be holding a lot of things from me, and I didn't know what to think of that. The demon pointed to a box behind him, and a succubus got up, kissed him on the hand and sauntered over to a large box behind his throne. I started to sweat as he slowly dragged out an item which appeared to be a large clip.

"Turn around." Marchocias said calmly, as another bolt of pain shot through my head. While the Lizard King moved around so I wouldn't get caught with my chains, I started to sweat. It was a big metal clasp, and I couldn't for the life of me think what it could be.

"Now Vel. This is a clip. You'll be wearing it until I say so. It goes over your wings." My eyes widened, as the clip went down over my vast wings and sealed them together. I shook as I tried to fly but found I couldn't.

"How the fuck can I get around?" I cried as another bolt of pain shot through my head. BASTARD!

"Get the bus. I don't care. Not my problem." Marchoicas shrugged. Looks like that little fucker might be getting his duel that he wants after all. As soon as I find someone underground to get this thing off, I'm doing it.