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Hell In Heels

Isaiah Struble was new to Hell. He'd been here for three weeks. Three incredibly tiresome weeks. When he first arrived in Hell, he was given a position on the staff, which is a privilege given to very few lucky souls. Isaiah was chosen because of the power he held in life; he was the only son and heir of a filthy rich family that owned a titan corporation, which owned hundreds of other smaller companies. When he took over after his father died, Isaiah used his power to fund the big, bad cartels. That's not the reason he went to hell, though. He is in hell because he killed his wife, who, in his defense, was sleeping with countless other men (and some women).  He only has a job because of his luck in life, although it's not exactly a job to be envy. His wife, however, wasn't so lucky. She got a job when she entered hell, as well; a whore working in the brothel, which Isaiah frequently visited to be serviced by every woman in the joint, except her. 

  Isaiah's job consisted of checking in the new souls entering Hell. He worked at the Gates, on the very outskirts of Hell, miles from the city, and even further from the castle. Isaiah had never even seen The King and Queen. He'd heard stories from some of the Hellhounds, the Kingsguard in Hell. It was told the King and Queen were barbaric warriors. They are savages, vicious and merciless, both in the ruling of the Kingdom and in battle, and their love for each other is stronger than any bond anyone had ever seen. They certainly are a force to be reckoned with. They are feared and respected by the entirety of the kingdom, and Isaiah is currently making the long journey up to the castle to speak with them. The closer the cab gets to the castle, the more nervous Isaiah grows. By the time they reached the tall spiked gates to the castle entrance, Isaiah was sweating, and not because of the heat. (Ironically enough, hell doesn't actually have terrible weather. In fact, it usually resembles a breezy spring day in the mortal realm, because it was always the Queen's favorite season.) 

 Isaiah anxiously followed his escort through the confusing, intricately laid corridors towards the throne room. When they got to the doors, the escort silently gestured for him to enter, and walked away, back towards the entrance hall, leaving Isaiah alone in front of the large ornate wooden doors. From inside, he heard a woman giggling. He slowly pushed open one of the doors, which quietly groaned in protest. As Isaiah tip-toed through the door, he took in the grandeur that was the throne room. The room had to be at least 130 yards long, and 90 wide. The lofted ceiling looked to be about 3 meters high, and painted in dark blues, making it look like an endless night sky.

A single throne sat at the far end of the room, and on it, the King. Sprawled over his lap was a whore that Isaiah didn't recognize, the source of the giggling. The king stroked the length of her leg, ending high under her skirt, groping her rear, and kissing her neck, teasing. Another girlish giggle rang from her, bouncing around the room. So much for that "fierce" love for The Queen...

As Isaiah neared the throne, the King glanced up and pulled the hem of the girl's skirt down, keeping her decent in Isaiah's presence.
"State your business. And make it quick, I'm busy. " The king's voice boomed. Isaiah fell to his knees in respect, bowing his head.
  "Your Highness, I am Isaiah Struble. I am the gatekeeper at the 13'th precinct. I come to seek your aid." Isaiah said slowly, trying unsuccessfully to keep voice from shaking.
"With what?" The King asked.

Isaiah stole a glance at the King, who was gazing at the whore on his lap, tracing the lines of her face. He had on a well fitting suit of ruby red and deep plum. He wore his long hair in a low ponytail draped over his shoulder, which the woman twisted around her fingers. The King turned his attention to Isaiah, who snapped his gaze to the floor but not before meeting the Kings dark eyes. A gnarled scar ran across The left side of The King's face, from temple to jaw, making him look menacing.
  "With what?" The King repeated.
"Your Highness, "Isaiah stuttered over the words, " There have been attacks. By the Outerlanders. They steal our supplies, kill our dogs, our guards. We have tried to fight them off, but they are strong! We-"