The demons quickly beat the shit out of him

The bum soon lay bruised and bleeding on the alley floor, **** and with his arm bent weird. The two demons made quick work of him.

"Heh, I guess some things never change." Belial dropped the body into an empty trash can.

"Aw, did we have to beat him up so badly? He was kind of cute."

"No he wasn't. He looked like his ballsack was grafted to his face by mistake."

Naamah chuckled. "Yeah you're right, he really wasn't, but I'm getting kind of horny just being near a cock."

"Come on, we shouldn't get too conspicuous. Try to restrain yourself. We're here for a reason."

"What was it again? I don't think you actually properly told me." Naamah asked.

"To find the seven deadly sins. They left my kingdom a while ago. We're here to reign them in. I'd explain it to you but I don't want to bore the readers." (Writer's note: see prologue for the full exposition.)

"Oh okay."

Belial looked towards the end of the alley, where people passed by without even a glance towards them.

"I think we'll need disguises."

"Hold on, let me see what the people out there are wearing." The succubus glanced at the padestrians. She then suddenly spun, and the demon that stood there a moment ago was no longer there. A human stood in her place. She looked like a secretary of some sort; a white shirt with a black suit jacket, a black skirt, a pair of black stockings, and a pair of black high heels. A pair of black rimmed glasses sat in front of her eyes. She looked human, but retained her buxom form. Her demonic sexiness definitely shined through.

"Whoah, they really dress like that nowerdays? I don't know what it is about it, but I like it!" Belial circled her, appreciating her from every angle. It made her wet just looking at her.

"Glad you like it. I just saw a woman pass by wearing this."

"Hrm, but what should I dress like... Hm hm hm..." She tapped her finger against her chin. "Not many people my size around here... ooh! Not what I had in mind, but it should do the trick nicely!"

One moment she was an imp, the next she transformed herself into a dog. A small Pomeranian with peach fur to be exact. The only thing differentiating her from a regular Pomeranian were her black eyes, and one of her front legs being replaced by a golden metal one.

"Really? A dog?"

"Hey come on, I didn't see anything else my size. It was either this or a little girl, and I've met enough pedophiles in hell to know I never want to be a little girl." It was strange to hear such a intimidating voice coming from such a small dog.

"Hm, I guess so. Your disguise is missing something though. Good thing I always carry around one of these."

She procured herself a leash and collar from thin air, as if by magic. They're both cherry red leather, and the collar sported spikes. She tightened it around Belial's neck.

"A leash and collar huh? Well alright, I guess that makes sense. Just don't forget who's really in charge here."

"I wouldn't dream of it for a moment, my king," she flashed her a playful grin and a wink, "if you're a good girl I'll put the muzzle on you."

Belial looked at her with a face of utter contempt.

"Come on, lets get a move on."

Belial led Naamah out of the alley, and onto the busy streets of New York. They were both awestruck by how big everything was and just how small they were. Hell was big, impossibly big sometimes, but this was different. It was... comprehensible. Cars blared loudly, honking like the wails of the dead. It was a human version of the Styx, except all the souls were incased in iron. They all headed to a fate worse than hell however; corporate office jobs.

"What peculiar beasts they ride." Naamah felt every eye of every passerby on her. They looked away when she looked at them. She liked the feeling very much.

"I think I've heard some souls claim they've died in so called 'car accidents'. Guess these things are ca- whoah whoah whoah! Hold on, I smell something!" She sniffed the air, her tail wagging from side to side.

"Really? What?" Naamah bent her head down.

"Something delicious."

"Oh for crying out loud."

"Oh let's look, it'll only be a second."