The Pleasures of Hell

Chapter 01.005

~~David~~

David and the three demons walked alongside a mountain cliff face, rock on their right and a steep drop into the red river on their left. Caera walked with David on all fours, Daoka behind them, Jeskura ahead. The path had taken them higher and higher, until a good few hundred meters of falling awaited for anyone who stepped in the wrong spot, either by rolling down the mountain, or straight into one of the many ravines. But at least there weren't any flying, er, gliding demons this high up, and the chances they'd stumble onto hunting demons, or humans, this high up was low as well.

He had a giant penis.

He grinned to himself. Every time the memory came up, he wanted to laugh, and he had to fight to keep it down. Of all the weird things to happen to him in the past few days, getting sent to Hell was horrible, and getting a giant penis was awesome. What the fuck?

"Last time I walked a path like this," Caera said, "three years ago, I stumbled onto a gorujin."

"What do they look like?" he asked.

"One of the tetrad, so, big. Must have been ten feet tall at least, with two giant wings. Four huge horns and a long tail. Big sword."

That did sound pretty awesome. Scary, but awesome.

"Do demons usually use weapons?"

"Not usually. Hard to use them without practice, when you have wings and spikes and claws getting in the way. And they lack the satisfaction of grabbing flesh with your own hands and ripping it apart."

He blinked down at the prowling tiger woman, and she grinned up at him.

"You're scaring me."

"Good. I'm playing nice, but make no mistake, demons love violence. We love the sensation of skin and muscle tearing apart, and bones breaking under our grip. Even Daoka loves it."

David looked back, and Daoka clicked softly at him as she smiled. But she did nod after a couple seconds, hopped in closer, and pat his head once.

"It's still a lot better than I figured demons would be," he said, smiling at the satyr. "I mean, not that I expected demons to actually exist, but, yeah. Much better."

Daoka's grin brightened, and she rubbed the back of his head with the side of her curling horns, before getting back into position.

"The gorujin was skinning another tregeera's skull at the time," Caera said. "If I had to guess, the gorujin was Romakus."

"Romakus?"

"He's been making trouble for the spires this side of Hell. Probably a member of the Damall."

"Damall?"

Caera laughed. "You were right, Jes."

"Told you," Jes said between chuckles. "Dude just can't stop."

Hearing a demon say 'dude' was never going to sound normal.

"The Damall," Caera continued, "is a group of troublemakers. When one spire gets uppity and tries to spread its borders, the Damall have a habit of showing up and giving them a hard time."

"That... is a strange goal for an organization. They do this for all the spires?"

"Yes."

"Weird."

"Yes."

"Okay, next question. You want help killing the Cainites. Who are they?"

It took her a second to answer. Sensitive topic, or he was asking too many questions. Both, probably.