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Chapter 3 by bluebeak bluebeak

How does Monica fare at level one?

She takes it cautiously

Monica felt her first touch of nerves when she saw the Devil was guesturimg at an ancient looking wooden door set in a crumbling stone wall. Where the hell had that suddenly appeared from?With a deep breath, ignoring the jeers and catcalls from the demons, she stepped forward and through the door.

Immediately everything went quiet. She was surrounded by tall red rock piles that blocked her view. The air was colder on the other side and she felt her nipples stiffening under her t-shirt. She had never understood how clothes worked in hell - something about mental self projection - but she was glad she had never been the kind of girl who went in for pretty summer frocks. Her leggings and t-shirt would be much more suited to the trials ahead.

Her breath came out as steam. Warmth wasn't ever something she thought might be a problem down here before.

The ground was rocky and treacherous, but her sneakers were more than a match. She snuck forward, wondering what the danger was on this level. She was a quick sprinter and competent at kung fu, but sneaking definitely felt like the best approach.

She emerged from the rocks into an open area. Ahead of her, about a hundred meters away, she could see another doorway in a crumbling wall. This was presumably the entrance to Level Two. The path to the door looked clear.

It looked a little.... easy.

Hell's demons watched her progress with great anticipation. They knew which creatures lurked on this level, and grinned in anticipation of their attack. "Here they come!" announced the Devil, to excited applause.

Monica stepped forward into the open area, and the shadow of something huge and twisted fell across her. She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. Descending rapidly out of the sky was a flock of horrid winged creatures, each with a glistening, fat cock nearly as big as their bodies. They made a horrid chittering noise which drowned out the frantic flapping of their little wings, and their little clawed talons were stretched out towards her!

Monica turned and began to run.

Does she get to the door in time? Or is her adventure due to come to a sticky end?

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