Guardian's Redemption

Chapter Forty Seven

Valaar, ruler the first layer of Hell stalked in anger down a black twisted hallway littered with the skulls of humans and demons holding torches. The dark walls lined with a deep red trails of blood flowing from the ceiling to the small pools at on the ground. His nostrils flaring in frustration at his own folly.

He was moving toward the gathering of the Lords of Hell which was an extremely rare feat; it had been close to a thousand years since the last gathering. This was not something that a member of the demonic group dare miss.

All of Hell knew what had happened in the mortal realm. Valaar reminded by it everyday by his rival on his plane growing in strength. To be sent back so quickly was a vast weakness and from a human turned devil made things worse. The Archdevil was disgusted and furious by the turn of event; especially with that foolish priest he had spent so long explaining what was needed for the summoning ritual. It had taken what felt like eons for Valaar to locate and plan the use of those ritual stones. Time passed faster in the mortal realm though banishment followed the mortal planes time rules. Valaar blamed his failure on that priest and skinned him every day since he got back. That was the only viable explanation.

Being killed on the mortal plane was a five thousand year banishment, unless the one that had banished the demon performed a ritual to bring the demon back. There was a very slim chance of that happening and a meeting between the rulers of Hell was more likely. Upon slaying that priest everyday, Valaar had proven is layer's sin on his return. The demon slaughtering all in his path, no matter if they were weak willed peons inhabiting his plane or his own personal bodyguards in his throne room.

The Archdevil came to the two massive doors leading to the meeting chamber. The doors had been wrought out of thousands of skulls, both mortal and demonic. These skulls emitting the souls of their former owners and would scream occasionally in terror. The lord of rage shoved the doors open and noted that many of the skulls had been donated from his own collection.

There was only one Archdevil already present. The creature sitting in one of many chairs formed of the bodies of souls from their own layers. Valaar stomped his hooves over to his own chair, snarling as he passed the ruler of the third layer. The beast was a large fat demon that had more of a pig resemblance than anything else.

Laazenic the Sloth smiling across the dark ebony table lined with the bones of the dead. The sloth showing its sharp green teeth as Valaar took his seat. "I'd be mad too if I were beaten so badly by a puny human, but I'm not so weak as to let that happen," the fat under the large demon's hided rolling like waves as he laughed at his own joke. Laazenic was the ruler of the third layer of Hell, charged with the souls that had no 'drive' to do anything in the world. Valaar curled his lip in disgust.

"I'll split you right in half now, you fat barrel of shit," Valaar growling menacingly as he slammed a fist on the table in front of them.

A ditzy giggle of laughter came echoing off the walls of the torch lit chamber as a gorgeous female dressed in a deep dark red dress stepped out of the shadows. She sauntered up to the table with a seductively swaying gait, the slender crimson tail whipping playfully behind her. As she reached her own seat she swept her long raven black hair back over her shoulder and gave a delightfully mischievous grin, revealing small pointed teeth. A pair of horns were barely visible, nested within the depths of her dark hair. The ruler of the fourth layer certainly knew how to make a demon's horn tingle.

Beside the woman stood a large brutish human, equal in size to Valaar himself, but this man was wrapped in a black gown himself. He was obviously one of the succubi's thralls, judging by the glassy look in his eyes and the tenseness of the human's muscles. The man would stoop to do anything to please his master.