Bad End

Eve stepped up to the host, and reached out for the fruit. Lucifer tensed, this was the outcome he feared the most. All of his beautiful wickedness undone. He felt a feral urge to survive surge through him, beg him to strangle and kill her there in the spot, but he resisted. A greater part of him was resigned to his fate, and didn’t wish to avoid it with some crude flash if ****, that was just so…. Human.

Eve hesitated her unwavering determination wobbling at the last moment. “Despite all my strength and perfection…” she looked to the harem, and the many colorful heroes within. “It was you kids who saved us, destroyed the producers, healed Skylar, made the devil love you…” a lesser woman would sound jealous talking like that, but Eve was beaming. “Every mother dreams of the day her children will grow past her.”

Though she said it with pride, the sadness was undeniable as well. “Of course once that happens we have to stop looking to raise them, and start thinking of their inheritance.” She pondered her life, and the faces of her many children. “The only thing I left behind was sin and a broken Earth, and I would not take away the lessons and struggles that have made my children great… so I’m just going to have to leave them the house!”

Everyone braced themselves.

“I wish the world was restored to Eden, so they can sin to their hearts content!”

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It was a well meaning wish, if nothing else.

Ultimately the great test of Mankind was if they could control their urges and instincts in order to avoid destroying themselves and the earth.

crisis adverted, fire alarmed pulled during testing, but did they really learn anything?

In a world without, predators, without disease, without danger, mankind was all of those things.

They hadn’t yet learned the lessons needed to return to Eden, and so when they were thrown back into its embrace, they destroyed it.

Who would you trust with Paradise?

And Eve was the architect of all of this. Convinced in the superiority of man, and the lessons they’d learned in their hard millennia, she allowed the predatation of Eden to continue unabated.

Satan approved of the new world, and of Eve. He’d only ever turned against her because she wanted to undo his work. Now he knew how to live, and very quickly the student and teacher were reunited. They were bound now as the master and mistress of the harem, but this would have been the case for any winner. For them their tender feelings went back to the dawn of time.

With nothing left to argue about they quite easily fell into a deep and sinister love. She was an absolute toy for him. Her perfect body, the perfect bimbo body gave him little reason to play with his other toys. She was perfect and she was his.

She may have put up a fight, may have resisted becoming his demon queen if he did anything to stir humanity to their **** of Eden, but he did not. As he said from the very start, humanity could be trusted by now to keep the mill if sin running. He had no hand in any of it. He was satisfied, he had his prize.

Together they watched mankind ravage the world, and develop ever more sinister ways to exploit the innocent land. Eve watched with nothing but pride, what parent favors a house over their child? She was mother of Sin, and her precious children were making the most of her inheritance.

Thanks to Cleopatra’s intervention Eve was now able to make three clones of herself, who took her negative traits with her.

One clone was a useless drunk, who held Gluttony’s traits, mainly the addiction to **** Eve had found so crippling in the later half of the game. She didn’t do much else but drink. Though occasionally she’d pass out in such an alluring way that The master or one of her harem sisters would use her body for a little relief.

She’d tried to return her body to perfection, by expelling lust from her being, but the devil wasn’t having that. He pouted and begged for a return of her massive mammeries, and she eventually gave in. Opting instead to expel envy. Her cuck trait didn’t affect her at all as the queen, but her clone could be affected. Satan quite liked having a skinny, needy version of his wife wandering around, and desperately horny.

The final clone was created with good intentions. Eve expelled greed, and all of Cleopatea’s influences, which instead just made a clone consumed by those greedy desires. She had the desire to corrupt, and a fully upgraded tainted tailoring trait.

A horny Eve who could turn clothing into living, molesting creatures with graze of her finger? It was destined to go poorly.

With Eve and Satan so enamored with each other the Harem broke apart, and went to live in their own separate realms, only returning to the palace when they sensed their master’s need.

Each sin considerably more powerful under Eve’s care than they would have on their own. It was her wish that humans could sin freely in a world that welcomed it. This served to fuel all their developments.

Helen of course became her masters loyal guard dog, and jealous pet. She was filled with unbearable envy for Eve and her rampant love making with the master. Her lands surrounded the great palace, and her canine hearing could easily pick up the panting and moaning of her betters. She was perpetually in a state of annoyed lust. Her treks through her domain were easy to track by the thick trail of lust she left in her wake. Two of her heads gave conflicting advice for how to win her masters favor. And when either failed they of course had plenty of reasons for why she was a failure. The constant chatter, and lust eventually broke down even Helen’s hefty mind down until people rarely heard anything from her but barks or whines.

The demons of her realm, after a time took on her traits, becoming furry dogs themselves. They pined after her, like she did her master. They were left just as unfulfilled. The realms of envy became dangerous places to travel, packs of these desirous dogs would hunt down travelers either for their bodies or treasure and drag them back to Helen in hopes of earning some reward or favor. The big red Cerberus cared for little outside of the attention of her master, but occasionally a toy would produce some amusement in her, and one of these demons would find themselves basking in Helen’s brief and fickle favor.

She kept all invaders away whether it was angels or her other harem members. This earned her the ire of everyone. Her jealousy couldn’t bare anyone else sleeping with her master so she fought tooth and nail to keep them away. The sins with wings easily stymied her efforts by flying through the bedroom window, which left her howling miserably into the night.

With humanity helming the ship now Satan didn’t need a secretary. So Cleopatra was clear to wind down her eternity with Mark Anthony. Her realm was the Styx where she and her demons sailed and raided everything within reach of the shore. She relaxed on her vast treasure barge where demons would toss more and more gold at her feet. She valued the treasure of course but what she and her king loved more than anything was the slaves.

Together the two would delight in corrupting these poor souls into hideous monster, before dropping them on shore and sailing away. True menaces but ones favored by the queen. Eves Greed clone visited Cleopatra more than any other sin and together they just had the best of times. Their bond became so strong that Mark Anthony was allowed to get hard when she was around. A gift the three made good use of.

The land wasn’t any safer. Boudica wasn’t much for ruling, and so controlled no land in hell. Instead she was at the command of an ever moving orgy. An army of sucubi and Incubi who moved across the land leaving well fucked victims in their wake.

Boudica’s strong personality was at last buried under the weight of the sin she commanded. She became Queen sucubi complete with hot pink skin and a spaded tail. Appropriate for a woman who’d given up her past. She had nothing to drive her but lust, and no brains to achieve anything greater. She was at the mercy and manipulations of her advisers a council of sinister sucubi who worshipped her like a god for her sexiness, and knew she was incapable of resisting whatever plots they set against her.

She was a happy vapid idol. Whatever succubi had earned her attention that week would send her and her barbaric horde against whatever target they chose, without knowing the why of any of it, only that “there’s sexy stuff over there to fuck!” And that was good enough for her.

These victories were short lived of course. She’d soon find her wandering gaze attracted to a new target, and would give them whatever it was they desired. This of course always left the old flame **** and heartbroken. They’d realize the beauty and pleasure they’d lost, and throw themselves back into worship of the sucubus queen with a new fervor.

Boudica and her Amourous army traveled all of hell wreaking havoc where they could. But they always found a safe haven in the lands of Pride. That final confrontation with Olympias, that double knockout had left a **** respect between the two.

Olympias normally would have been happy with the arrangement Satan had set up. Freedom to do what she wanted in hell with only occasional compulsions to return to him for pleasure, was a fine deal.

Her pride, could not stand it. She was a mistress with no harem. She wanted a set of rules to enforce for her master and mistress but she was left with nothing. Nothing but a pride she couldn’t indulge in, what was there to be proud of when these demons were not at their master’s beck and call?

It must have all be a test… to prove she was worthy.., yes of course! Eve and Satan wanted her to prove she was a proper mistress capable of bringing even the sins to heel.

It only made sense that she conquer all of hell in their name, and drag the sins to the palace in chains.

Boudica had been easy to recruit. Unfiltered access to her master’s cock was enough to justify centuries of unholy war.

A good catch for her, since Olympias’ own demons made for poor soilders. The demons of pride had warped to resemble her. Towering, muscular Demi-gods a match for any demon in hell, and too prideful to actually make use of it. They were natural rulers of course, and each thought themselves born with the right to hold dominion over other demons.

Each considered themselves just below Olympias in the rankings of demons, and each waited eagerly for her to contact them for advice and council, Olympias was scarcely aware of any of them.

It was difficult to make an army of kings.

Each demon had a natural instinct to collect a harem of their own. They sought out a demon from each realm to train and command, just as their queen would. The Pride Lands became the center of all slavery in hell, with demons of all kinds being sold between Pride demons like Pokémon.

These ‘Harems’ made fine enough units but pride demons would balk at given orders by any demon but Olympias herself, and even then they would soon develop their own interpretations of her orders.

This often lead to humiliating defeats that would send Olympias spiraling into lust. Often she’d slink to the palace, whimpering about her unfair treatment, and begging to be fucked.

Her greatest rival was Mary, of course. Praise to the viewers for tampering her violent soul. In this hellish new reality who knows what she would have become?

In Eve’s hell, the circle of **** became a misty, shrouded swamp. Those who entered would be lost for days, and once on the brink of thirst, starvation, or exposure would find themselves wandering into an ancient mansion.

There a cheery, red maid would attend to all of their needs. Pampering and caring for them with all of her heart. But eventually, they’d be bathed, fed and content. At this point the demonic maid would have nothing to clean, cook, or care for…

This was a dangerous state for the new masters, as the maid would use them to make more messes and create ever more violent reasons for the master to need care. This was done in Mary’s usual way.

The Masters would often wake from these first encounters surprised to be in one piece, and naturally rush for the door, only to find it, and all exits closed to them.

The masters now had only a few options. Submit to an eternity of **** by their maid. Or they could constantly trash and destroy the mansion ensuring their never sleeping maid had plenty of work to keep herself busy. A third option was sending invitations to friends and family to join them in the mansion, more bodies to keep the maid busy… for eternity.

No one knows the nature of the curse Mary placed on her realm. Some suggest that there is but a single mansion, and that Mary is the only demon of Wrath left in her realm, that she murdered all the others. Different people suggest that the whole realm is dotted with mansions each with their own staff awaiting a master, and that their demonic nature has simply changed them to match Mary’s.

The latter seems probable, as wrath demons exist in other places, but these are all hold outs from before Eve became Queen. No pride demon has yet to capture one of these maids, though it appears the opposite is not true at all.

Whatever the case, the mere transformation of a ring of hell was enough to make everyone shudder, and look away.

The indolent lands of Sloth were under Erica’s control. Torn between her redemption at the hands of Joan and the draw of Eve’s demonic influence Erica ruled an equally inconclusive hellscape. She ruled over a crusader state within the circles of hell. A pocket of resistance in a mire of sin.

The slovenly demons who flocked to Erica believed all that she preached, it wasn’t hard to realize that hell was evil, and that it had only gotten worse since Eve took over. Under Erica they United and became her paladins, priests, crusaders and flock.

She was their virgin queen, their holy maiden in modest robes, and habit, who only kept the company of women. Her great black angel wings were all the proof anyone needed that she was divinely inspired.

The demons warped under her command, molding themselves to her ideals, but ultimately remaining beings of sloth. They became beautiful maidens who whispered prayers to their saint on sleeping lips. stooped drowsy angels swerved through the sky, yawning between holy declarations. Paladins paraded about on stooped neck creatures too tired to even lift their heads up.

In many ways they were your average religious cult. They had their promised day, their great crusade that would be happening any day now, any day, any day. They had plenty of fervor up to the point where it would take any risk or work to accomplish any deed of importance, and which point they’d retreat to prayer and perpetration again and again until the opportunity was gone.

Erica did not help this along. Her Whatever trait made her fickle as the winds she soared on. All it would take was a stern word from her mom or dad and the little devil child would ink back to her crusade, and tell them the holy day had changed.

She really did want believe that waging war against Hell would be for the good of all, that it would put her back into contact with Joan. But as the years went on, a part of her kept her lands going just to get Satan’s attention. He was so in love with Erica’s mom that he didn’t have any time for his slutty little girl. Him summoning her to punish her was some of the only quality time she got with him, and it goes without saying that it was the best sex too.

That left all hope with Elizabeth, the twofold queen.

Such scant reward for the woman who taught Satan to love. But it was inevitable wasn’t it? Of course he’d fall in love with another woman.

Elizabeth fled from her evil half, and left the dominion of gluttony for her. It was just her and Vernec. Together the vampires traveled far and wide seeking some kind of salvation. She stayed with each of her harem sisters but watched as the influx of sin drove them mad. She watched Eve’s clone draw each of them deeper into sin. She ran from each.

All the while her stomach growled louder and louder. Demons of gluttony would flock to her wherever she was and offer her food. She turned them away, but more would come the next day,

They begged her to return home, to rule them, and she resisted for as long as she could. She consumed only the most blan food her taste buds useless for anything that wasn’t humiliating.

For years she scraped by as a peasant in the lands of the other sins, denying her hunger, until one day it was too much. An apple falling from a cart, the strands of sanity snapping. After years of unsated hunger she lashed out and ate everything in front of her. She did whatever she could to make it flavorful, humiliated herself in any way her tastebuds demanded. She ate and gobbled, and slurped, and sucked, and swallowed.

This went on for weeks. There’s a scar in hell that follows the path she took, consuming everything within reach as a parade of gluttony demons led her home.

When she came to, a slobbering bloated mess she was at the feet of her other self. Also a bloated, demonic mess, but one with years of consumption under her tight fitting belt.

Elizabeth expected mockery, or scorn, but all she got from her other half was a welcome. This more than anything broke Elizabeth. Kindness from the woman she hated most, the only thing in all of creation who understood her hunger.

So Elizabeth waddled up the steps to the throne her other half had prepared, a massive thing that made Elizabeth look like an ant sitting upon it.

It had room to grow.

That throne has since been filled, and then some. The two bloated bat queens sit there like tumors on creation, while a never ending procession of servants wait to throw spoils or themselves into their mistresses waiting maws.

The whole of their territory dedicated wholly to feeding their appetites, so in a way not any different from the others.

Eve oversees all of this. Though her daughters think her far away and aloof she witnesses it all, from her palace. Every crime, every atrocity every disgusting act of deprevation. Her heart filled with nothing but pride, more loving than any god. She judged not, hated not.

Even as tears flowed down her eyes, even as lust dripped down her legs, even as all creation screamed for mercy and salvation from humanity, she smiled the smile of the insane, and ignored it all.

What wouldn’t a mother do for her children?