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Hell's Eternal (Dropped)

*The last time I wrote a book was in second grade and language arts were always my least favorite classes. So don't expect gold.* A guy dies then meets a ROB who turns out to be a sadist. After which he gets a couple of wishes, and bada-bing bada-boom he ends up in one of the deepest parts of hell next to a certain insane angel. Sounds fun right... yeah... no. [A/N: I don't own the cover, if you're the original author and want me to remove it, please contact me.] [A/N: I do not own Marvel. I am only playing in their universe(s)]

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C23 No Belly Button

Steeling herself, she charged in at her fastest.

Upon entering, she saw a tornado of golden fire at the center, through which she could not see. Accompanying it, floating in the air were particles of soul energy.

By reflex, she ate one.

What it brought to her was the single most pleasurable moment she had ever experienced.

Directly followed by the greatest feeling of emptiness she had ever felt. The energy completely disappeared, as if she never ate it, to begin with.

She made no sound, as both feelings were beyond vocalization.

All that had changed from before she entered was that now, she yearned for that which she could not have, even if she held it in her hands.

By this point, she had noticed a change in the atmosphere.

She, a demon, felt hot—really hot.

Turning around, all she saw were eyes of fire, and all she heard was—

"Burn."

Lifting her trident, she tried to activate the escape function, but before she could, a hand of fire grabbed it, turning it into a puddle of molten metal.

Afterwhich, chains of fire wrap around her, burning through her suit and into her skin.

"AAARGH!!!"

Luckily for her, she was half-human, giving her resistance to the added element within the fire. If not, she would already be dead.

"NOOO!!!"

Unfortunately, the fire didn't only burn, it also made her experience any pain she caused to innocents. Her only saving grace was that she was still young and hadn't done much beyond sacrifice a pet.

"I-I'M S-SORRY!"

She continued to struggle, but it proved useless as the chains tightened. Some parts had already burned through flesh, reaching bone.

This would have continued until her death—if everything hadn't stopped.

The chains disappeared, leaving her to fall to the floor, and her wounds started to heal at a visible rate, the reason unknown to her.

The tornado froze as well. Like a statue, it never swayed.

And all that could be heard was a loud crack, accompanied by a man's low and mesmerizing voice, which sang with the song in the background.

"~It's a new dawn~

~It's a new day~

~It's a new life~

~For me~

~And I'm feelin—good~

~I'm feelin good~"

[Feeling Good by Michael Bublé]

After the voice, Satana saw a man's foot appear through the fire. It had slightly pointed nails.

"Now, what would a little succubus be doing here?" the voice behind the fire spoke in a playful tone.

Next to reveal itself was his hands, which split the fire. They had pointed nails as well.

"Hmmm. I wonder~"

Then was the rest of his body. He was bulky yet slim, and his skin was the color of ash.

"Perhaps she wishes to eat my soul? Ah—but that would prove futile."

The fire was forcibly waved away by his massive pair of wings. They had golden shafted red feathers.

"Or—perhaps she wishes to kill me—but that would be impossible for someone as weak as her."

At last, she saw the man's face. It was streamlined and very angular while carrying a natural authority, he also had pointed ears.

"None of those? Then maybe she wishes to snoop, but that would be very—fatal."

But what caught her attention the most were the—

'Horns! They're like a crown, and they have gold veins running through them. They're so perfect, so—so hot, especially his lower 'horn!''

Despite the pain, her nature as a succubus was in full effect, as there was a potential mate of far higher quality than she had ever seen, or perhaps, will ever see.

"So which one is it, hmm?" he said, as his playful, and slightly sadistic, grin grew.

Only now did she realize that she was hanging upside down by an extremely long and slender tail.

She knew she had been in a daze this entire time and didn't know what to say.

"I-I this um. W-what was t-the question?" she asked, still half-dazed with drool threatening to fall from her mouth.

The man acted as if he had just noticed something, and asked with an even bigger grin, "Ooh, or maybe—you came for something—'else.'"

As he asked, she was lifted so that her face was directly in front of his, then he lightly blew on her face while tracing her jaw with his finger.

Being a succubus allowed her to keep composure in any intimate situation, but in this case—she had completely failed—and grew beet red while stuttering.

"Uhh, um, I'm not. I mean—I need. I-I um…" then she went back into a daze after catching sight of his canines through his grin.

As a demon, she was attracted to different things compared to a human.

'Aaah—so—dreamy~'

Then—she was dropped on her head.

"Get your head out of the gutter, girl! You have much to answer to for entering my study when I clearly left signs that instructed what visitors should do. You're only alive now because I thought you an interesting toy."

He stared down at her with a placid gaze.

Satana's eyes widened, as she looked up at him, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I was just—"

The succubus within tried to stay within his good graces while garnering pity and attention. And if possible, the upper hand as well, so as to ensnare and keep him to herself.

He knelt beside her—then took hold of one of her horns.

"Mmmm," it made her moan and go blurry-eyed, though she still paid attention to what he said next.

He neared her ear and whispered, "It takes much more than some common sow to garner my attention, let alone affection."

He pulled back to look at her body, then went to her ear again, "And you can't even qualify as a sow."

This made her body tremble, as she remembers she hadn't even reached maturity yet and was trying to pair with someone much higher on the food chain.

"Yes, tremble! But know that even if you were full-grown, my eyes would still not grace your visage. That to me, you would still be no more than a common WHORE."

In his voice, she hears contempt. It stung her.

"Know that you will lay awake every night, in a bed that is not mine, because I deem you—FILTHY."

In his eyes, she sees disgust. She could no longer look into them, no matter how attractive.

"And know that any man you ever associate with will be my lesser, that you will forever, and always, be the one that must 'settle,' for LESS."

Standing up he started to walk away from a now pale-faced and teary Satana, she tried clinging to his leg but was only kicked away.

"Oh, still wish to cling and find a way in? Unfortunately for you, I find you UNWORTHY of me, and I gain nothing of substance by accepting you, a common succubus."

He continued walked to a side door. Reaching it he turned his head, looking back at her.

"Unworthy—for NOW—at least. Whether you remain so has yet to be seen."

Hearing this, her eyes regain their focus and slowly brighten once again.

She knows her only chance is to become more—much more—than she is now or would have become.

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'And so, I have given her hope and planted a seed of chaos. I wonder what will happen.'

Pausing my steps, I mutter, "The fuck did I just do?"

'She's a demon, so I don't care about toying with her as she would likely kill innocents without batting an eye. And maybe, I'll get something good out of it at the end.'

Shrugging, I continue to my office through the side passage.

'Whatever it was, it felt damn good! I guess the demonic aspects from the unlocked genes gave me a sadistic side.'

Sporting a sadistic smile, I think back to what I just did, 'A human woman would never be so smitten after one meeting to do much, but she, Satana if memory serves, is a succubus.'

'What will happen to a young soul sucker if they heavily imprint upon someone who outclasses, soul wise, anyone they will ever meet AFTER being bathed in said person's soul energy for days straight, then being injured, thus more vulnerable, at the same time?'

'Add the fact that I'm literally the pinnacle of what God ever created, even if my soul was shit, she would still have a strong impact.'

'Oh, I can't forget that the eternal attribute probable got her rocks off too…'

"Ooh—I'm such a naughty little angel."

"Or whatever it is, I am now…"

--- [Full body specs in the notes.] ---

I'm standing in front of a mirror inside my office.

"Why—did you have to like sevens and threes so much, God!?"

I'm 7' 7" tall and weigh in at 777 pounds due to my higher body density.

'I'm exactly seven-foot without the horns.'

My wingspan is 33'.

'I can still fly without magical assistance because my muscles are stupidly strong.'

But worst of all was down below.

"God—why didn't you just give me a battering ram? It would have been easier to use."

My 'third leg' is 14" long.

'I guess he thought seven just wasn't enough this time and decided to double it.'

What makes it truly unusable, though, was that it's 3" in diameter.

'Fourteen inches could be overlooked since I'm a big dude now, and a female of whatever I am could probably take it if she's close to my height.'

'But three inches in diameter! That bigger round than a damn soup can!'

God probably just didn't want us fuckin, and what better way than to make it physically impossible.

"He was always a stickler for stuff like that."

I looked at the thing currently wrapped around my forearm.

'I also have a long ass tail, though it can shorten if I want. I guess God wanted me to have seven limbs too.'

My eyes are gold.

My skin is white but almost looks like ash.

My teeth, especially the canines, are a bit pointed. My nails too, but if trimmed they look the same as normal.

My feathers are still red, but the shafts are golden now.

My horns are red too and have golden veins. They come out the top of my forehead at a forty-five-degree angle, point forward, then immediately whip backward, pointing up in the center.

'The horns, just like my wings, act as an energy conduit and aren't just for decoration.'

My hair is still black, as is the hair on my tail, though it becomes extremely sharp if I charge it with energy.

Sighing, I dress in a standard black suit and white dress shirt as I am too fed up to bother.

'Oh cool! I never noticed until now, but—I don't have a belly button.'

Sitting down at my desk, I push a button that turns a light above the entrance green.

"Best deal with them now, so I can go to Earth and chill for a while."

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//Notes//

Physical characteristics:

Build: Bulky Slim

Height: 7' 7" (7' + 7" Horns)

Weight: 777 Pounds

Wingspan: 33'

Tail Length: Variable

Schlong: 14" Length and 3" Diameter

Eye Color: Gold

Hair Color: Black

Skin Color: Ash

Feather Color: Red w/ Gold Shafts

Horn Color: Red w/ Gold Veins

Tail Color: Black

Unique Feature(s): No belly button.

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Reference Pictures(Colors don't match, so reference the spec sheet):

Wings:

Horns:

Face, Hair, Ears, Skin:

Build:

Tail(No Spikes):

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P.S.

The last part was an info dump, but it had to be done at some point.

I want to get Loki and Doom done with the next chap and then go to Earth for some fun.