A chance for negotiations with Lucifer

The Great Fly, Beelzebub, sat in the darkness of the void, a prison she'd been thrown into long ago. In the void, there was nothing to do but watch others and collect their tales. It was a lonely existence-- a prison brought on by her misdeeds, so sinful that even demons were **** to acknowledge their sin and judge her accordingly.

Only, right now, it wasn't so lonely. To her surprise, the Helltaker had followed her into the prison by conducting a special ritual-- a relatively time-consuming one, compared to how quickly he'd finished the rest of his quest. Ever since then, they'd been eating chocolate pancakes and playing chess against one another. He seemed to have practiced for the inevitable outcome that he'd face at least one overblown, theatrical demon who finds joy in the rigors of mental competition like chess, which meant he could provide an enjoyable game, if not much of a challenge.

Still, after years of sitting by herself and watching people's tales unfold, it felt blissful just to see someone else's face so close.

Even as she sat with a cool smile, watching the Helltaker seal his own doom with another careless move of his knight across the board, Beelzebub took the moment while his eyes were down to bring her handkerchief out of her pocket and dab at her forehead.

She couldn't stop thinking about sex.

To have a visitor inside this abyssal void was rare. Unheard of! If one can understand how excited she'd been made, simply by gaining someone to wax poetic with and play chess against, one can further understand how impossibly horny she felt watching him thinking over his pieces. She didn't think she'd been touched by another living being since Lucifer had slapped her all those years ago. Her body was warm and feverish, craving the introduction of some kind of physical intimacy.

But the two could be trapped there a while. She didn't want to come off as slutty. She had to keep their charming predator and prey relationship. "Play it cool, Beelzebub," she thought to herself, dragging the handkerchief across her painfully heated, freckled face. "He's like a fly trapped in honey. Your charm was enough to bring him here and that's when you were an over-sized fly. He wants to be here. He probably wants more..."

The lady demon moved her own piece in a fraction of the time it had taken the Helltaker, then took his knight. Smiling, she held up the piece between two pinched fingers. "Looks like you're on the road to another loss. Personally, I can't get invested in any game without stakes. I imagine the lackadaisical pace has slowed your own wits somewhat as well. What do you say we up the ante a bit?" She pressed one gloved hand holding her kerchief elegantly to the breast of her coat and extended the other forward dramatically with the palm upward, trying hard not to look as horny as she felt. "I propose a wager. If you lose this game, you'll follow a special request of mine, to the letter. What I want from you is naught more than a trifle. Do you fancy another deal with the devil?"

"Sex?"

Beelzebub coughed into the handkerchief she'd been using, watching the Helltaker with wide eyes and bumping the table with her elbows, nearly scattering the chess-pieces from their game. He'd said it so easily! How did he know what she was thinking?! Internally, the woman struggled with how to answer that straight-forward proposal.

Before she could answer, a portal opened up in space; the haughty face of Lucifer frowned through it, though the demon didn't stick her head inside or anything so foolhardy. "Beelzebub. What a distinctly distasteful non-pleasure to see you again," the CEO began, her tail whipping back and forth with agitation as she greeted her old nemesis.

"You're the one who called me, dear," Beelzebub recovered, thankful for the distraction. This helped her get back into her element! "What's gotten you **** enough to reach out after so many years of the silent treatment? To what do I owe the surprise?"

Lucifer narrowed her eyes, then tilted her chin up. "You've trapped the Helltaker in with you, haven't you? That man doesn't deserve to suffer for eons in that prison we made just for you. It's time to release him back to the surface."

Beelzebub returned a smiling chortle, then gestured across the table. "He seems quite happy here. Remember: he performed the ritual and came to me. I had nothing to do with luring him here," she spoke confidently, finding great pleasure in one-upping her captor even from "beyond the grave," so to speak.

"How long are you planning on keeping him there?!" Lucifer growled, her fists shaking at her sides. "You can't keep him imprisoned there, when everybody's waiting for his return!"

"... I've had him in here for one single day," Beelzebub commented dryly, raising one eyebrow.

"Y-Yeah?! Well that's too long! It's breakfast time and there's nothing to eat!" The CEO stomped one foot and then began to shake the one-way hell-portal that the Helltaker had opened in his living room. The view of her jostled back and forth, without really bothering the two trapped inside the dimension at all. "Let's open negotiations! What's it going to take to get him out?!"

"My own freedom would suffice," Beelzebub responded, idly inspecting the fingers of her tight red gloves with an aloof smile.

"... How about if we just open the portal a little, so he can reach his hands out just enough to make pancakes? Would that work?" Lucifer bargained, hoping against hope.

"Obviously not. My initial proposal is also my final offer. If you want to bring the Helltaker back, all you need to do is open the gateway. When you do, I'll stroll outside with him. That's all." Beelzebub shrugged, then grinned broadly in a challenging manner. "Or, you can leave us here and we'll simply play chess and munch on pancakes for eternity. A refined and satisfying eternal existence, hm hm hm..."

She was talking big, but she knew that if this deal fell through, she was going to jump the Helltaker before they finished the chess game, just to load up on that skinship she'd been denied all of these years. The demon crossed two fingers behind her back and, ironically for a demon, prayed that Lucifer's need for the Helltaker and his pancakes would be enough to break the age-old terms of her imprisonment.

The man looked between the two with a stony frown, but a smile in his heart. Who cares if it means imprisonment and losing at a ton of chess games? It was nice to be fought over by two of the most powerful demon hotties. He was living the dream.