Hell, apparently.

A couple of blinks later and you find yourself standing on cobblestones, in what appears to be a somewhat narrow alley between two gray stone buildings. The demoness it seems, recovered a tad faster than you and has dislodged the spear from her midsection, and while there is blood, she seems remarkably uninjured. In an equally surprising turn she is also at your feet, on her knees, with hands pawing at your legs saying something that almost sounds like she is begging. Shaking your head your hearing comes back and you hear her, “Tie me up, please. I'll be your ****. Make me your ****. Please tie me up. Do something, don't let them have me. I'll do anything you demand, just make me your ****. Tie me up. I beg you.”

Not sure what the hell she is going on about, but unable to resist such a request you say, “Bind.” Imagining her hands tied and mouth gagged, but nothing happens, in fact your knees buckle with the effort of casting a spell. The base of the spear impacts the ground with a clang and you are able to keep standing.

Her eyes look around and for a second you are sure she is going to attack, but instead she grabs the coil of cord from your quiver and begs once again, “Make me your **** quick before I am taken from you. I don't want to be here.” Not sure if your decision is yours or her magic, but you quickly loop the cord around her arms and bind them together behind her, tying them what you are sure is uncomfortably tight. Form the end of her now wrapped hands you then loop it around her waist twice, then up through itself up between her amazing dd breasts, pausing with a bit of porn inspired action, to wrap each breast tightly with a double loop before then looping it twice around her neck, then tying it off to make a leash. She looks at you pleading and adds, “You must gag me as well.” Not wanting to disappoint, you bring it up the back of her head, looping several times around her hair to form a long braid that now stands out a bit, then around her head, pulling it once again uncomfortably tight to gag her completely. Last you run it through the loops around her neck to create a nice leash, and tie it to one of the holes on the grip of your spear, letting the remaining length trail back, and hook it in place on the quiver.

With her securely bound, you yank the spear, prompting her to follow, and head down the alley and into the city you now find yourself. Once out of the alley you can see you clearly aren't on earth as once again there is no sun, and the sky burns like fire far above. A glance to your wrist tells you that you are close to your destination, which by all accounts means you are now in hell. “Why do you bring a demon here? I demand you explain yourself.” A booming voice asks. The creature clearly wasn't there a second prior, but with the knowledge you can yourself teleport to anywhere you have been, it isn't all that odd. The creature is humanoid, 15' tall, and covered in spikes. His skin is deep crimson with black in parts and his head looks like what you might imagine a dragons to look.

No real idea what you could possibly do, considering if it wasn't for the spear you would certainly collapse, you decide to simply answer as she would want you, “She is my ****. I took her in battle as a trophy.” His look tells you that it isn't good enough, so you decide to add, caring more about surviving than a demoness that was trying to kill you, “If it displeases you so, or if you are so afraid of it, kill it. But I still claim the head.”

The creature towering above you seems to think over his next act for a bit to long to be normal. He then lets out a billowing laugh, gives you an evil smile, and pats you on the head, “I like you. Come let me buy the little warrior a drink.” You are then led, massive hand on your shoulder like a parent might do to a child, down the stone street, past eery looking buildings till you arrive at what is instantly recognizable as an inn or bar. He ushers you in to a rather large crowd of creatures, all human in shape, but of varying sizes, colors, and different degrees of natural weaponry. In amongst the masses you see at least 5 of what must be fellow erinys, or possibly even humans. “Two bloods of the virgin for me and my new friend.” He bellows to the barkeep, a rather normal looking fellow, dressed in a simple white shirt and brown pants. A metal goblet is placed in front of both of you, and he fills each with a reddish brown liquid that smells of beer from a white wax crusted large brown bottle. The creature hands you yours, and clanks cups with you proclaiming, “To glorious battle, trophies, and **** or subjugation of all our enemies.” Drinking with him you hear his toast is met by a roar of pleasure from the crowd. You follow his lead and down the entire, rather yummy obviously strong alcoholic drink, and slap the cup on the slightly to high counter. He orders a second for each of you, and while they are filled he looks to you and asks, “What will the mighty warrior like to do now? I am off duty till morning.” The gem on your wrist tells you that you are less than a mile from your goal, but very tired.