Exodus 20:14

Revelations

Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. The lake of fire is the second death.- Revelations 20:14

There was one universal rule that echoed even in the furthest recesses of hell-punish the wicked.

And in malicious collaboration with this intentionally ambiguous and overarching instruction, demons of hell found they could legally amplify 'wicked' in humans and use it to fan the Hadean Flame that kept hell running since it first emerged from the cinders of scorn cast down on its potentate.

This translucent red flame, nestled comfortably in the seventh circle of hell, was Ashemdai's own semi-sentient familiar, rather than any nightmarish horror his sister, Desmodaiya could dream up to saddle him with.

Now, in this temporary self-imposed exile, a small piece of this flame danced, like water in hot oil, between Ashemdai's nimble fingers as he contemplated on his impending reunion with the female human, Dahlia.

Dahlia.

Her name tasted like satin of the purest silk filaments even uttered in the recesses of his mind. But beneath the satin was a subtle and latent taste of sin that made his member twitch and combust in sheer excitement.

Posed like an irreverent renaissance sculpture who moonlights as a contemporary thirst trap, the succubus recalled how it felt to have her writhing and unkempt beneath him, much contrary to the composed and cold woman he had departed from almost a week ago.

The need to bury himself in her again, this time on the physical plane, was a vicious punch to the firm abs that decorated his demonic form.

He needed another taste of her, and he was going to have his fill the instant she consented to his request.

A low heavy bell pealed in the distance breaking Ashemdai's reverie about his human.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he unfurled from his chair and headed to the ostentatious dining room to meet his siblings for the dinner that the bell signified.

While the concept of night and day remained indigenous to the earthly realm, there was a specific interval of moments where Hell's red moon cast an ethereal glow on the golden walls Durmad insisted they make the castle from.

As he stepped to the ceiling to floor windows to overlook the expanse of unholy architecture that was hell, the light illuminated his frame with a glow that contradicted the horns and rufescent red aura that surrounded him when he was home.

His favourite tormented liked to call it 'a telling paradox'.

Ashemdai still had a half smirk on his face when he entered the chaos of the feeding room.

As usual, they had started without him and Neji had already filled her bowl with as many souls of the damned as it could comfortably hold.

With an amused sigh, he took his seat on the periphery and continued to watch the movements about him, as if in the front seat of a comedy special created just for his entertainment.

To his immediate right, was his sister Desmodaiya, the only other sibling who remained as silent as him. The rest of the siblings were casing catastrophe in their own special ways.

Before he could observe their actions any further Durmad's haughty voice broke out over the din, signalling the first fight of the meal.

"Akuji, could you be anymore slouched in that chair. You know, we do not have to be the things we amplify." He said punctuated with his signature sneer.