A Journey Through The Hells (Mortica & Seraphyna)

[Seraphyna]

𝕬 𝕵𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖞 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘


𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏: 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝕷𝖚𝖘𝖙​

Excitement roared vehemently through the lingering depths of a subterranean cave, tremors shaking its entirety as stalactites fell hundreds of feet to the ground, shattering within an instant. Unlike a battle cry, the sound remained urgent, excitable and profound in nature. At the root of it all, grand creatures known as Minotaurs were boasting of their prized possession, surrounding one another with enthusiasm. Brawls held firmly within the background, forcibly charging creatures who dug their hooves into the ground and hurled their entire bodies forward causing severe bloodied impact. Entertainment during the aftermath of a raid or happenstance was often celebrated through injury or death of their own clan. From duels to group disputes that rang throughout the hells themselves, the Minotauri were above all else sharing a victory thought impossible. Known for their daunting aggression, overpowering rage and ruthless savagery, they won the smallest prize but celebrated through great barbarity.

The Minotauri were known for their raiding attempts upon the Pandama layer, the thinnest and closest to the veil beyond hellish understanding. The brutish creatures could hardly comprehend the idea of what a world beyond theirs looked like and how pure it may be, but what they did understand was the higher they climbed, the more pure the demon's appearance reigned. Unlike the Minotauri who were animalistic in nature, remained far different from the prey they held within their grasp; the Aversakin Succubi. What delicious demons they were. They had no fur, but they did wield deadly claws, especially that of The Lash; the huntresses that could easily fend off a foe as large as them, though mostly only in pairs. Surprisingly, the Minotauri would often lose the fight to enticing eyes of a Supplicant; a mage-like Succubi who charmed and allured the large beasts. It was rare to find a minotaur off on its own as they oftentimes travelled in groups, strength being within numbers. Though there were few times within history in which the Aversakin would be found alluring them with every bit of charm they held within their grasp. A powerful magic that they didn’t quite understand, as brute strength was their gift. Though they’d been stubborn beyond reason, minotaurs were spiteful at the previous loss of their kin whose minds became twisted and enslaved, far unlike them.

Their victory remained firmly established upon their return, for they won over the rarest gift of them all, an Aversakin Supplicant of all things. So the minotaurs raged violently within the background from their successful venture, though it wasn’t quite due to their own volition. While some were a part of a much earlier attack, the remaining beasts stuck to their corner of the layer. From one celebration to the next, they caused an abrupt earthquake, quite common within their species, only to find stalactites falling from the ceiling above and atop the head of one brute in particular. Red eyes sought above, assuming their own cause for such a fall or perhaps an imp at work, yet daringly and strikingly so, an Adversakin remained within their sight. Excitement erupted from within them, their rage beyond measure as the petite creature attempted her escape only for a spear to launch straight into her wing causing her to plummet down to the rocky ground below and into their grasp. Enthusiastic cries echoed loudly from the group, gathering around the defeated beauty laying ever so helplessly upon the hard ground. Piercing eyes took to

the small form, so delicate and yet filled with delightful curves. She would be of good use to them, without a doubt, her body and mind would reign a specimen to their desires in no time.

Captured, blindfolded and bound, just the way they preferred their prey. It was sheer luck they stumbled across such an addictive demoness within their pillaging and yet, their stories would be passed down for this one particular victory. Torn fabric from their attire had been used to blindfold her urgently, assuring those eyes couldn’t gaze into their souls and force them to bend to her will. While defenceless, it didn’t mean she was helpless. Succubus were formidable foes not to be trifled with. Their elegance was one thing, but their power was another, and quite the cruelty it was. Thus she was taken into their custody, unable to use her eyes to her advantage all while they used forms of infernal chains to bind her. Like a slave, she was theirs for the taking, and they were more than elated.

It wasn’t long before they had taken her back to their home deep within the labyrinth, surrounded by dishevelled architecture once stolen during a war, surrounded by lava and brimstone alike. Despite the heat, the caved walls were damp, adding a thickness to the air their kin were used to. Before long, a group of them stomped and stumbled their way past one another, pushing, shoving and fighting one another for the prize at hand. Each of them fought for who would be the first to take her, their voices and bellows ringing deep just the same as their cuts irrationally brutalizing their bodies. Mercy was lacking within their clan, yet one of the minotaur's was the first to step forward with demanding intentions. While the minotaur's present placed down their prey onto her back upon an obsidian slab and a low growl was all that could be heard, silencing the three as their attention shifted to their formidable leader with defiance lingering within their eyes.