Bad End

Helen couldn’t help it. The selfish wish jumped out of her throat as if it had a mind of its own. “I wish I was the ugliest person in the world!”

Don’t be surprised, she never lied to us. This is what she wanted from the start. To be free of the curse that were her looks, and so she was.

Her face seemed to inflate as her nose, ears, and even teeth seem to grow. Her ears became large and doofy sticking out from her head like dumbo. Her nose became crooked and looked like that of a witch. Her teeth did their best to replicate a pile up of cars, while only her top two teeth stood proudly straight, but bucked as a bunny rabbit ever was.

“Shit.” Satan sighed and shook his head. “Isn’t that just my luck?”

Hellen smiled a crooked yellowing smile. “Now you’ll have to love me for whafths on the inside.” She lisped.

“Yeah, I really don’t have a choice…”

——-

Truer words had never been spoken. With the fruit consumed the binding of the harem was completely. With Helen becoming his infernal queen now as wise, and smart as she was ugly. The Host’s magic truly did bind him to fall in love with the ugly Helen and raise her above all others.

Of course this was a selfish wish, Helen had broken down and decided she’d be satisfied with a wish so base, while all the universe suffered. What happiness could come of this? None at all.

Perhaps she misunderstood her situation, or maybe she just failed to really understand herself. Either way despite her newly diminished looks, Lucifer loved, or at least desired Helen. The same supernatural love she’d hated in Troy. Her wish gave her no reprieve from her own self doubts, and left her no better off for it.

Her dissatisfaction only grew as her influence over the harem began to manifest. She was Envy, the green eyed queen. She stood above all beings, all demons, so where was the envy to flow? Straight to her of course.

The harem became fixated on Helen, and grew more envious by the day. They wanted her power, and intelligence, but most of all they desired her beauty.

Twisted, isn’t it?

Helen faced the perfect storm needed to make her utterly unhappy. Despite the host doing her worst, Helen still had the face to launch a thousand ships. Madness had infected all of hell, and she was the being desired above all.

The hosts of hell launched wars and invasions to claim hideous Helen as their own butter-faced bride. None would succeed, but they were annoying all the same. Helen found it all terrible to see her legend played out again and again before her when her only desire had been to be free of it.

Worse yet she had to watch it claim her friends. Each sin used their own skills, and magics, and methods to disfigure themselves so they could obtain Helen’s beauty. A standard that was out of reach for them. Each new wart, and character flaw Erica or Olympias would jealously assume, would just drive Helen’s looks further south.

It was a race to the bottom, and the drivers were out of control. They were sins, and so were not bound by human bodies. The horrors at their fingertips were gut wrenching. Each a self inflicted abomination they showed off proudly, as they became more and more grotesque, less and less human.

Helen was powerless to stop any of it, she was a victim queen. Mutated and devoured by the frenzied lust of her own admirers. Satan never stopped desiring her, not for a minute even as she began an unrecognizable thing. His enchanted heart belonged to her, always.

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The palace seems so empty now. Short of staff, and half ruined by the constant wars to claim Helen. Demons scurried about just to hold it all together. The defense of the palace should have been easy with the sins inside, but they’d all mutated themselves into immobile mounds long ago.

Now it was just Lucifer rushing to the throne room to steal a few precious minutes with his bride, all the time he’d be allowed before the next attack.

Helen waits for him in the throne room. A pulsing, oozing tumor where a woman should be, and the greatest treasure in hell.