Mammon calls them Hellions. This small, one legion of demons that had been gifted to Benjamin.
It's a name that fits them according to their previous master. They've been treated like imps at the beginning, lower-ranked demons who were at the very bottom of the entire hierarchy along with the succubus and incubus. It would've irked these war-torn demons for being called such a thing, but they had been in Mammon's realm. Under his orders and severe education. Calling them Hellions was only right since the majority of them were... "newer" demons, ones that had been created more recently than the others who Mammon raised up thousands of years ago.
Still, their drillings and entire preparations were the same as any other demons. As long as they belonged to Mammon, they would have to work themselves to death, and because nothing can die in here and only suffer in excruciating torture, these demons have been hardened by centuries of brutal draconian training and follow only strict orders. They were made as objects and to be used as objects, nothing more but they certainly can be used as less. They're easy to be thrown away if they aren't seen as capable demons.
Those who have been casted away were either plunged deeper into the circles of Hell which were already something that scared every demon. The lower the circle, the harsher the master. If not the option of being thrown away, there's also the high possibility of them just being completely eradicated. Ceasing to exist. Because there's always going to be more demons, new replacements, and stronger ones than the previous.
And Mammon makes sure that every demon, no matter their race, would always be useful in some way. To make certain of that, the vast majority of those in his realm had their wings broken, reshaped and painfully used in a way that can be more efficient in the long run. If necessary, he'll tear out their wings just for new ones to regrow. Due to that, it's also beneficial for them to be more resistant to the pain.
But the thing Mammon would admit that he's proud of is how quick these demons of his are about to tear through anything that's a threat to him or any other master that he's given them away to. He's raised them to be obedient and to be controlled, and no matter the situation, these Hellions have learned to certainly be the last ones to fall in the case of another war between them and the angels.
Perfect products they are. They're the best amongst the best in many sections of Hell, and they choose to only listen to their master, and it doesn't matter who they are or what their master had done.
But if there's one thing these Hellions had to think about, it was how... frail their new master seemed.
Benjamin Hawthorne looks like a coward.
He can't even look at one of them and he often stutters, even going as far as to apologize if he so much as glances at them. He's not like Mammon at all. They've been handed over to one of the most useless masters in the entire realm of Hell since they doubt of Benjamin using any of them for anything.
Still, it's not like they particularly mind.
Not with how Benjamin nervously gives a few of them small treats, quietly thanking them and even encouraging the Hellions softly with their rigorous training over here in Lucifer's massive palace outside.
"It's been two hours and you're still working hard," Benjamin gently states, clumsily wrapping a bandage around a Hellion's arm. "You should rest now."
There's really no need for them to be treated. Their wounds will heal, and Mammon would've ignored them even if these creatures had been torn apart. He would've looked at them as defective products too, throwing them away for good if need be.
But Benjamin's softer than Mammon. He's too quiet and can hardly reach their chins or even their sternums due to how large the demon army was. He doesn't even know how to properly bandage someone, yet he still does it since he's worried. Benjamin has no clue on how to take of them, and he definitely doesn't know what to do with them, but he treats the Hellions nicely and likes to pull one or two of them away to rest if he can.
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The Devil's Playmate
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