(Raven) A challenge.

All three of you looked out to the crags of the underworld, scouring the fiery hellscape for an approaching worthy foe. Fucking some lower monster like a hellhound or a small group of abigors would bore you. Besides, they'd probably try to follow you or something. The only thing you wanted was riches and unwilling prey. The strugglers were by far the best fucks.

Besides all three of you got enough company out of each other. Well, Wren certainly agreed. Dove on the other hand was more fond of the smaller meats. She always gets a little to lovey dovey for your comfort, especially for the little hellhounds. Wren was much more attached to the treasure you wrestled out of the weaklings.

Bright side about Dove's more romantic side, some hellhounds were eager to stick around and guard your admittedly small amount of treasure.

Anyway, you rushed down the slope of your domain, rushing past the explosions of lava, molten rock, and spikey terrain for the hellish planes below. Swarms of imps and the beezlebubs **** their cute, little slut asses scrambled to get out of your way. You laughed, wren roared in irritation of their presence, and Dove scoffed. They weren't even worth her attention.

Finally, you crashed through a patch of hell's bramble, thorns and vines not even fazing you, and all you went into track mode. You sniffed the air, Dove watched out for signs, and Wren focused for certain sounds. All three of you were devoted to a certain task in order to track some choice prey.

Most likely you'd find something small. And small things attracted bigger things...