Chapter 492: Love in Hell
Malachi didn’t know very much about demon physiology; however, he was at least somewhat certain that it was not physically safe for him to be this erect.
Anna was... incredible. The woman who he believed could not become more perfect in his eyes had seemingly done just that.
He fell in love with her all over again. Every emotion they’d ever shared came rushing to the forefront of his mind.
However, it didn’t take him long to remember what being a demon meant.
He turned to Lilith, enraged.
"Undo what you did to her right now! My wife is not going to be a member of the demon faction!"
"Oh, relax. Your bride is fine, and her life is still her own. I just helped her draw on her blood a bit so that she would be safe here." Lilith curled her lip. "I was extending an olive branch to you in order to make up for our... first meeting."
Translation: Lilith was scared that Malachi would tell Nyx some unflattering things about her.
Nyx and Lucifer were very nearly equal in terms of power. If the night goddess came down here with an axe to grind, there was a non-insignificant chance that the devil would not be able to completely protect her.
Malachi wondered just what his mother was like in divine spaces to have all of these powerful figures quivering at the mere mention of her name.
"I feel... kinda good." Anna looked down at her hands. "It’s weird, it’s like my body is... buzzing."
Lilith stuck her chest out proudly. "Yes, you should be safe to move around down here without anyone discovering the truth of what you are. You should also notice your abilities are quite-"
"You look... really fucking good."
Anna gazed past the demon queen toward her husband. She raked her eyes over the tight black shirt he wore that seemed to emphasize his sculpted arms and chest perfectly.
She could smell his favored cologne. The way it melded perfectly with the sweet-smelling oil in his hair nearly made her mouth water.
Malachi barely recognized the look that Anna was giving him. But he was pretty sure that he could tell what was on her mind.
Her gaze drifted down his shirt, then dipped below his belt buckle.
She traced her tongue over her lips as she pushed past the demon queen.
In an instant, her lips were on Malachi’s, and the two were locked in a passionate embrace.
Malachi started to place his hands on Anna’s waist, but flexed his arms to prevent himself from getting too lost in the kiss.
His wife was different now. Her body smelled incredible. Her lips and tongue were sweeter than a bakery. And her skin was... so unbelievably soft.
He was absolutely certain that if he gave in to Anna now, he wouldn’t be able to get himself off of her until Sei woke them up in the real world. Maybe even then, he still would hunger for her.
But Anna had already been denied once today. And with her body feeling more needy than ever, she would not be refused a second time.
She grabbed her husband by his wrists and placed his hands firmly on her ass. She broke away from his lips to run her tongue from his neck to his ear.
"Don’t think, just take it... It’s already yours..."
Malachi’s will crumpled like a tin can underneath a blue whale.
He didn’t remove Anna’s clothes so much as he tore them off. Anna had not become bolder but she had embraced a more submissive sexual aspect.
She let her body go limp in the embrace of her husband and surrendered to him completely, allowing him to fold and torment her as he liked, while she goaded him on with her screams and crass language.
The two of them became reduced to animals mating. They held onto each other tightly, their wings coming together to form a cocoon that obscured hell from their love.
Lilith had already excused herself from the library long ago, though she was amused by how quickly she had been forgotten.
Sei was supposed to wake her husband and wife after just one hour.
But an hour in hell is so very different from an hour on Earth. Anna and Malachi stayed emroiled within the library’s dark corridors for an embarrassingly long time.
They only snapped out of things when they received a loud reminder that they were not in the comfort of their home, but rather the burning depths of hell.
*BANG!*
The doors to the library were suddenly thrown open, breaking Malachi and Anna out of their lust-fueled daze.
Demons poured in, already breaking cases and looting whatever looked interesting to them.
"Take anything that looks valuable! We can barter with some of the archdemons in the sixth circle to get some- Eep!"
The horde of demons came to a halt when Malachi’s heavy gaze landed upon them. He held Anna’s body close to him, covering her figure with his wings.
He unhinged his jaw like a serpent, and a stream of dark lightning burst out.
Every demon standing dumbly before him was either instantly turned to dust or sent flying out of the library.
He growled for a moment before he looked down at his wife. "Sorry... Let’s finish this at home."
Anna barely registered a thing that had been said to her. Her body felt so unbelievably good that she could hardly think. Could hardly stand.
Malachi placed her atop their clothes and then covered her in a blanket made of shadow.
As he pulled back on his pants, he summoned a small army of beasts from the darkness. Though they were not technically real, the danger they posed was great enough.
"Kill anything that steps into the library. Torture and eat whatever tries to come near her."
Malachi flew out of the library and shut the doors behind him.
When he emerged in his corner of hell, the first thing he noticed was the heat. It annoyed him to an unreal degree.
His bare feet landed on the face of one of the demons struck by his initial attack. The demon screamed as he applied more force into his heel.
"Mercy, my lo-"
"Shut up."
There was a loud crack of bone, and Malachi crushed the demon’s head like paste.
A small shriek came from the mouth of another demon, one who was crawling away with broken legs.
Malachi held out his hand, and the demon came floating toward him.
"No, no, no, wait, I did not want to break in, my lord! Y’see, I was talked into it by this guy named Duma, whose innards you happen to be floating over, because you just blasted him a couple of seconds ago, and- ACK!"
When Malachi wrapped his hand around the demon’s neck, the creature instantly went silent. The demon lord’s voice sounded indistinguishable from Death.
"You are not going to open your mouth again unless it is to answer one, simple question..."
Mal applied more strength in his grip as he brought the demon close enough to bite out of.
"Where the hell are my legions..?"
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When demons have no one to curb their behaviors, they tend to run a little wild.
And whether they know it or not, they have a very large tendency to go to places that have some semblance of order. The belief at large is that demons do this to cause chaos.
While that may in some part be true, the heart of the matter is that lesser demons desire to be dominated.
They crave strict hands upon their necks. They take immense pride in knowing that they serve a great and terrible master because it gives them a bit of room to get away with mischief.
Demons love to throw names around. Those who directly serve the 72, or even better, one of the seven princes, have quite a bit of free range in Hell.
With that being said, there are stringent limits to just how much they can get away with.
Demon lords take the use of their names and authority very seriously. As a result, they are very careful about how they choose and how they manage their direct aids.
If in the human world a supervisor manages their employees by the use of the carrot and the stick, in hell, demons are managed by the stick, stick, stick, spiked mace, stick again, and then the green inedible part of a carrot.
If you are too kind to them, they will think you are soft. They may not immediately betray you, but they will begin planning an opportunity to exterminate you at whatever moment causes you the greatest inconvenience.
With all of that being said... demons are very similar to misbehaving children.
When they lack structure, when they have no one around to curb their negative behaviors, they will always make it someone else’s problem.
Marquis Neberius is number 24 of the Ars Goetia.
He wore the form of a well-dressed man, clad in a black suit with a white shirt. Instead of a single head, he had multiple that all resembled shadowy hounds with glowing red eyes.
The demon stood atop a peak of jagged rock, watching as a legion of infernal cockroaches threw his domain into upheaval.
His voice came out as a deep, gravelly sound. All of his teeth were bared in anger.
"I... Am going to murder that new blood..!"
