Life in Hades (PatricioINTP & Succubus Schoolgirl)

[Perlin]

Before he died, Patrick had no real opinion at all about God or the afterlife. He was too busy with his current life being a cop for a major metro city and before that a soldier. Sure he thought about death a lot and the fear of it from those who fought or worked beside him. But his solution was to block it out and not think about it, not find religion. Then at 32 he was shot and later died.

Hades took some time to get used to, and its only been 6 months. Restarting at the very bottom, the people gave Patrick some time to adjust. Society seemed similar enough, but the people on the other hand was something else. For one, the government assigned him to security at a small high school. Not asking what he wanted or qualifications, they just did it, which irked his desire to choose his own path. He got a chance to observe the place before starting, and wondered why they even have the position.

A teenage human, stuck for eternity at age 16, brought a gun to school to vent his 65th year as a senior too young to go to college. Arrested, the paperwork required was by itself an obstruction to justice. The teen is still attending. Meanwhile crimes or inappropriate behavior which is deemed victimless was not considered criminal here. Seeing humans and demons, students and facility, having private sex in the bathroom or public orgies during recess was just part of life. School uniforms were required, but some ignore it while others, especially succubi and incubi, put their own slutty design on it.

Now it is the start of a new school year, and Patrick arrived early for a meeting with the principle. The demon was large, his muscles has created rips in his shirt, and had an alligator like mouth. After signing - of course - a mountain of paperwork he was handed a gun. “Don’t be afraid to use it”, the demonic principle said. That made him wonder, can you kill someone who is already dead. He tried not to think of it, as he might find out anyway. “You are replacing the one from last year, and do to our small school, the only security guard we have for school hours. We requested for one more, but its being held up for a couple of years now.” Well that was just jolly, Patrick thought, wondering what he will need to do if he needs backup or questions if something will come up. Going to the doors, he waited for the buses to arrive so he can watch the students come in.

 

[Succubus Schoolgirl]

When Evelyn entered the high school, her linage as a succubus was quite obvious to any observer. Her walk was more like a model than a high school student, swinging her wide hips with each step. Her uniform was a lot lower cut than the rest of the students, the skirt long enough that a light breeze would show her lacy black underwear to any observer. Her raven black hair lay in gentle curls down her shoulders, ending above her breasts in the front and right below her shoulder blades in the back. Her uniform ended only a half inch above her areola, showing huge amounts of her tanned breasts. It cut low all the way around, in the back ending just above her shoulder blades. A few inches of sensual skin separated the shirt from the short skirt, showing her belly button, which had been pierced. Her body held several other piercings, including two on the cartilage of each ear, and a stud in her nose. Several tattoos also covered her body, including a large half-black, half-red star on her upper back, the top point of which could be seen over her low-cut top. Down her left leg was the tattoo of a snake wrapped around a rifle.

Most of the succubi at the school dressed similarly, some much sluttier than she. Some of the demons dressed like they were in the dead of winter, in capes and things like that, but the sexually-driven succubi and incubi dressed to show what they were instinctively looking for. A lot of the government was upset with them, with their clothing and general distrust of the government. She had been arrested 3, 4 times in the last few years, but Evelyn wasn't phased much by it. Demons seemed to like exercising authority over others, but they don't like anyone exercising authority over them. Violence, anger, manipulation, rashness. A lot of words with negative conotation could accurately describe the personalities of the average demon, and succubi held a few more; hypersexuality, seduction, smuttiness.

When Evelyn swaggered into the school, the eyes of several damned humans moving over her curvature. Her heels clicked on the floor, and he casually held a small bag in the slim fingers of her right hand. School was always fun for her, not in the normal sense, but it gave her a chance to get out a little.

 

[Perlin]

As Patrick watched the group of what might as well have been Halloween costumes march in, he wondered which will be the biggest troublemakers. And in addition to that, who will receive suitable justice or even if it well be deemed as needing it. The over dressed might have who-knows-what under their clothing, while the succubi were nothing but an eye candy distraction. He figure - especially since sex was not considered bad - they were the smallest threat. Still, some hardly had anything. One that was more ‘reasonable’ had a distinctive tattoo on, and his brain subconsciously filed that little fact.

Early on the day went nice and boringly. He chatted with a fast talking paper pusher about the last security guard, and the boy who brought the gun in. “Oh, they sent him to the army”, she replied. On the back of his head he considered why now, and worse, what they are doing with him. He got in trouble for the gun, which he brought in after spending decades in high school, and his punishment was to get out of it. Either, as he saw it, driving discipline into him or using the fact he wanted to use a gun. Perhaps both, and he itched to know which.

Patrick was hopping to eat along with the less threatening students during the lunch hour, but risked getting delayed when, the hour before, a bomb threat came in. While checking for the bomb, word got out in one class and apparently had good reason to use it as a field trip in case someone gets blown up. Alas, it was just a smoke bomb and was exploded outside. Everyone, students and teacher, were upset that was all it was. Patrick took the device, curious how it worked, and kept it for private study himself. He left then for the cafeteria, getting a combination of hisses, dead silence, and some female hugging him from behind while letting out fake orgasm sounds. Not having to pay for his food, he darted ahead and looked around, seeing that distinctive tattoo again. Half of a star, part black and part red, was able to be seen form a succubus’s revealing clothing. Seeing whoever was behind him as less threatening than being hissed, he sat next to her, initially saying nothing.

 

[Succubus Schoolgirl]

School remained fairly normal throughout the day, the new souls staring at her sensual body as well as some of the other students, including a few who Evelyn had fucked before. She may have had sex less often than some of the succubi, but she still definitely got around, her sensual body attracting a large amount of people to her. She got along with more of the outcasts of the school than the popular girls, who many of the succubi of the school hung out with.

When information of a bomb threat reached the student body, things became pretty interesting. People in Hades tended to love the idea of death and destruction. It was normal to them, and was a fascination to many. A shooting was fascinating, not something that people considered a tragedy. Sex, drugs, and death all changed from sins to parts of life in the underworld.

When lunch break came around, she had a momentary point to decided if she should go and fuck, but in the end she decided there were better things to do than take a dicking from some guy. That could be saved for later. Evelyn took a seat at a fairly empty table, and was thinking to herself more than anything else when she heard a man sit down next to her. Her blood red eyes glanced over at the man, and moved back forward. "Haven't seen you around here before. You new here?" Evelyn said without looking back at the man.

 

[Perlin]

Somewhat glad she did not just offer herself right then and there, Patrick answered, “I died less than a year ago. And your government decided here is where I should be.” He was not really focusing on her. Rather he was keeping his eyes out for any who might be troublemakers. Other than two different sexual acts, all seem to be acting normal. “Cannot really say much about the position yet. Seems protection of property is more important than anything else.” He spied on two using a plastic spoon as a way to fling food into the other person’s eye. Nope, not a concern according to the higher ups.

“Back on Earth, people complained and complained about government inefficiency and middling in private affairs. They should get a load of this place. In one way, it seems you all can get away with anything. But if the higher ups says something, you have no freedom but to comply. Obnoxious oxymoron. Everything is game unless we say so, and that can change from day to day.” He starts actually eating before continuing. “Take whither someone receive punishment or awards. That bomb threat? School property was at stake. That’s all. I bet if they find whoever set it, he would be awarded. But if there was damage, who knows. Burn his stuff, I guess. Now consider the bomber. Does he want the reward given to him or would he rather see a proper boom? Not that it matters. The paperwork will stop anything from happening.”

He stop, realizing he may see to be ranting. Which he was. Freedom of choice was taken away from him, yet these students are getting away with misbehavior like it was the norm. Which it was. Sighing, he mumbles, “This is not of interest to you, right? I can just bet what is according to your appearance.”

 

[Succubus Schoolgirl]

Evelyn stared ahead as she listened to him talk, nodding slowly in response. Newly dead men often seemed to be more concerned about the sexual acts that go on around them than this man seemed to be. The few men who didn't were generally people who had seen it before; cops, sex workers, criminals, and homeless men. This man looked too intelligent to be a homeless man, too orderly to be a sex worker, and too calm to be a criminal, unless he was a psychopath. "Well, if you like being molested by demonic girls who look younger than you and telling jocks to shut up, the government would have picked the right job for you." Evelyn commented, her eyes still unmoving from ahead of her.

His political ramble was something she had heard many times, from anarchists, communists, libertarians of all stripes, and even some nationalists. His analysis of the system was something that was often spoken in the shadows by people who wanted to do something about it. There were a lot of people who were upset about it, but the amount of people who actually did something about it were few. It was hard to attack the government when you could barely avoid them.

His final mumble at the end finally made him glance and look at him. "Yeah, a girl who doesn't cover the top of her breasts could never care about the system." The succubus said, sarcasm thick in her voice. Evelyn turned away and pulled back her shirt to reveal the rest of the half-black, half-red star. "I've been arrested several times in connection with anti-governmental activities and my association with small anarcho-socialist terrorist groups."

 

[Perlin]

Patrick’s fork paused in mid air. His eyes darted around wondering who might have heard that. No one seemed to, or at least if they did, showed no response to it. Finishing, and swallowing too early that he had to force it down, he put the fork down and folded his hands as though he was about to pray. “Tell me then. Why? Is it all in your very nature to desire to be in authority and if not fight against it? Or is it more for a certain cause?” He himself was a minarchest libertarian and, while having some sympathy for anarcho-capitalists (with disagreements), socialists was another deal.

Now more interested in getting information out of her, he pulled his plate back and shoved a bunch of questions at her. “Over there is a succubus on top of another guy sitting on a chair, already dripping with semen and wanting more. Is she only interested in sex or does she to have anti-government desires? And if one is caught, what then? Is there executions? Is there any in government, being dictators, called themselves in the past anarchists?” He turned back to his plate to resume eating, adding, “History is full of anarchists who are really power hungry dictators.”