Part Two Prologue

Belial, the King of Gehinnom, sat on her throne, deep in thought. A long table stretched out in front of her, with equally spaced out chairs on both sides. Various demons of different shapes and sizes sat at the table. There was an uncomfortable unease between them; these sorts of meetings weren't exactly something they've done before. They were more used to just being ordered by the old kings, but Belial insisted on doing things differently.

Belial eventually spoke. "So where do we start?"

One of the demons suddenly shouted out. "Fuck what the angel said! We're demons, we don't listen to them! It's their fault we're here in the first place! Lets just keep on killing and fuck-!"

The demon was abruptly silenced by roaring flames that swallowed him up, turning him into a small neat pile of ash on his chair. Belial lowered her gauntlet, sighing.

"Idiot. Does anyone have anything actually useful to say?"

They all shook their heads. The King sighed again, grimacing.

"Alright, maybe what we all need is a refresher of our current situation. So Samael, that big fella' covered in eyes, the angel who watched over each King practically since this place was created, up and left. It even spoke, which it normally didn't do. Or ever in fact. I can't seem to find any mention of it ever speaking before, but then again, you idiots don't exactly keep perfect records around here." She paused and looked to make sure they were all listening. "Samael said that something was about to happen, something so big that it **** the angel away from it's eternal vigil. And then it said this: to gather my champions, seven plus four."

Silence once more hung over the throne room. One would be able to hear a pin drop. Belial reclined into her throne, eyeing her court intently.

"I figure that what it meant by seven was the seven deadly sins, that much is obvious. The problem is that NOBODY FUCKING KNOWS WHERE THEY ARE!"

"That's not entirely true, we know where Lillith is," one of the demons said meekly.

"Alright, fine, we know where Lust is. But Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony and Pride... well, lets just say that with hell being in such a state of chaos for so long, no-one has been keeping tabs on anything."

"That's the point of this place! This place is supposed to be in chaos!" The demon winced as he expected his punishment, but it didn't come.

"Yeah, well it stinks! As long as I'm King there's gonna' be some order. Heck, maybe that's what we were supposed to do from the beginning, you ever thought of that? No, course ya' didn't, not as long as the chaos was in your favour, you self centred gits. I have half a mind to just throw you all into the fire pits with the rest of the sinners. Bah!"

Belial sunk into her seat. In that moment a succubus came in through one of the doors behind Belial's throne. She was wearing a long, pink, frilly apron that hid her front assets, much to the disappointment of most of the demons in attendance. She smiled, and served Belial a saucer with a teacup of steaming blood on top. The teacup was pink, and had a cute floral pattern on it.

"Aw come on, no need to be tense. Here's your tea."

"Naamah, do you not see I'm in the middle of something? Don't embarrass me like this..."

The court snickered, but then stood up in attention when Naamah slammed her palm on the table, pointing her finger at them menacingly. "You fuckers better not make me mad, or else." Her horns seemed to have momentarily grown an inch. Belial sipped from her teacup. Naamah then happily walked back the way she came, her plump bare ass shaking from side to side with each step of her hooves, her tail almost seemingly pointing towards it as if with a mind of it's own. Everyone peeked at it from the corner of their eyes, even Belial.

"...uh, well, enough of that."

"So my King, would you like me to search for your champions?" It was asked by one, but by the looks on their faces it was a uninimous question.

She thought for a moment. "No, I think I'll do it myself. It's been too long since I've been up there in the mortal plane."

The demons murmured amongst themselves.

"Plus I don't trust ya'll to do it right. Or at all. You'd probably take the opportunity to try to run off or somethin'. No, ya'll are staying right here."

She flicked her hand. Instantly the seats the demons sat on grew like roots, twisting and tightening against their bodies, immobilising them much to their cursing and struggling.

"I'll let you go once I'm back. Maybe. We'll see. Ya'll might be more useful to me as decorative ornaments, haw!" She stood from her throne, her high-heel-like feet taking her down the steps. She went around to the back and through a door that the succubus entered in and out of earlier. It was a kitchen, and a grubby one at that. Naamah happily stood by a counter bent over, her ass sticking out. Again, it's important to point out how rounded and good of an ass she has. She paused from her cooking and looked at Belial.

"Oh! Is the meeting over with already?"

"Yeah. I think they'll sit for a while and think aboot what I told them. So, uh... what do you think of taking a trip with me to the mortal plane?"

"Really? I haven't been up there since... well, since my mortal self died actually. What for?"

"Just need to find some demons that have been off the radar for too long. I could use the help of someone I kind of trust."

"Well I kind of trust you as well I guess."

"Exactly! I trust you more than anyone else!" She placed her hand on her waist. "Maybe we can also drop by our master and say hi."

"I imagine he wouldn't be very happy."

Belial chuckled. "No, I guess not."

She considered for a moment. "Sure I'll come. It'll be nice to see what the mortals are up to. But who'll look after the place while you're gone?"

"As long as I don't take off the crown, everyone will know who the big honcho around here is. And that's me, I'm the big honcho, heh."

They both made their way to the portal. It was behind a door, shut with chains and a lock and key. It swirled black and white.

"Royalty first," Naamah bowed.

Belial stepped through it.