Well Well Well Welcome To Hell

A Big "Hell"o

This entire book will contain strong language, violence, mentions of sex, rape/sexual assault, physical and mental abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, addiction, overdose, murder, suicide/suicidal thoughts or actions, homophobia, transphobia, bi erasure, fat phobia, racism, sexism, sex workers, etc. You have been warned, read at your own risk!!

"Welcome to Hell! Are you here for business or pleasure?" The demon laughed. "I'm just kiddin! I know you had no option."

"What?! I'm in Hell?! There's-"

"'-no way. This must be a mistake.' Tough luck. You got screwed over or you screwed someone else over. Get used to being disappointed, kid, you're in Hell."

"Aren't you charming."

"There is a complaint department."

"Where is it? I'd love to have a word."

"I'm sure ya would, hun. It's right over there." He pointed to a dumpster not far off, leaning on his trident, a smug smile on his lips. "I'm supposed to tell you a little bit just to help you transition or some shit, but I could fucking care less. I'm just gonna take an early lunch break. Good luck surviving Hell!"

The demon walked away spinning the trident. He walked down the crowded streets, bumping into a black haired demon with pointed ears and a big fluffy tail who growled at him. The hound like demon walked down the streets, coming to an open door in an alleyway, smoke billowing out and disappearing into the air. He entered.

"Jack.." A voice came from the bar, not carrying its usual happy tone. "You're entering my bar when you're behind on your payments?"

"Sam.. I'm trying..." Jack sat in one of the red couches. His ears went back as he ran his hands through his hair and over his ears.

The only thing that these two had in common were their eyes. Black Scleras, pink irises, and red pupils, it wasn't uncommon for very high ranking demons. "Yet you continue to buy drugs? And not even from me." Sam was short and thin, looking very young. His hair was dark, almost black, but still brown. His skin was a bluish purplish grey color. His teeth went into points as did his long ears. Sam wore a white dress shirt, the sleeves pushed up past his elbows, and a black tie under his dark grey vest, a purple pocket square neatly coming out of the chest pocket.

Jack watched as the demon took off the apron that was tied around his waist, walked out from behind the bar, crossed the room, and sat next to him, their sides touching, making a shiver run down Jack's back. "The-The stage is empty tonight!" He cried out, drawing the all the attention to them.

"Just for the occasion, my dear Jack." He hummed. "Do you know what happens when you cannot pay?"

Jack opened his mouth to agree, but instead sunk back into the cushions, shaking his head. He got out a weak "N-No. Sam.."

Sam smirked. He brushed his fingers along the canine demon's cheek, making him flinch, trying to move away. "Stay.." He whispered in his ear. A whine escaped his throat before suddenly he was sitting upright, unable to resist. Sam chuckled. "I can feel you resisting~" He hummed. "I wouldn't be doing that if I were in your position."

With a snap of his fingers a demon fell to the stage, groaning in agony. Though his body did not move, Jack's eyes frantically looked over the limp figure on the stage. A loud, low growl erupted from his throat and his ears went back, recognizing the the body that laid there.

"Oh~" Sam looked at the canine demon. "Is that a threat?" He laughed for a minute, wiping a tear from his eye. "Haha.. Like what you see?"

The body stirred, a quiet grunt coming from the stage, drawing the attention of the two, Sam raising an eyebrow as he looked over. "Well, what do ya know? Would you look at that? And to think he hasn't moved all day!" Sam slapped his leg, cackling.

Jack growled. A raspy "help" came from the stage along with a whimper. "It hurts..." Jack whined.

"Aw! Look at you two! I guess twins really do communicate telepathically. Or is it that you're both part Bitch?" Jack growled very loudly, making the other demon laugh. "Ooh! Maybe you're the whore whisperer!" He joked, making the demon growl even louder.

Sam's hand was squeezing his throat in an instant. "Shut. Up." His eyes glowed bright red. "Speak, god dammit."

Jack gasped, trying to get air. Sam let go of his neck, sitting down. He dusted himself off and ran a hand through his hair, 'fix'ing it. Jack looked at Sam, growling. "I couldn't breathe, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" He screeched, his teeth were now pointed just like Sam's and his eyes glowed a little.

Sam's head snapped in his direction. "Don't." He growled. "I could kill you right now. As long as you're chipped you can't do shit." Looking at the figure on the stage, Sam raised his hand. Jack could almost see his brother in the demon's palm. Sam's hand clenched almost into a fist. The body let out a scream that drifted out the doors with the smoky air, filling the streets.

Sam spoke calmly over it. "Let's talk."

Author's Note
Holy Shit. I can't believe I actually made a short chapter.