Seeking Freedom

Each realm was separate, but there was passage between them. Demons of immense power who lived in each of the hells warred for ruler-ship of their hell, while demons of other levels of power sought to carve out their own fiefdoms, or acted in service to those more powerful. But no demon, no matter how meek, was below a human soul. The seven hells each housed souls of the damned, with the hell one was consigned to being determined by which sin filled their heart the most.

Originally, each hell had been ruled over by a being of power, who acted as a semi-sentient gate keeper, so that nothing spilled out of the hells. Demons did not exist. But hell was not eternal for the souls housed in it. While those who earned the right to heaven would exist forever, as heaven was eternal itself and could house the masses, the hells were of finate dimensions. And so, after a hundred years of torment, human souls would begin to disintegrate. The more evil in the soul, the longer it took for them to disintegrate, as they had earned longer punishments, but all souls introduced to a hell would fade away within three centuries. And, rising from the remains, the first demons.

Ever aspect of a person, everything good and bad, kind and cruel, strong and weak, that was part of their character, remained, when their life escence was gone. And the remains pooled together. As the current of the pool brought attributes from dozens, hundreds, even thousands of souls together, new life would come forward, and demons would be birthed from the dark centers of their respective hells.

This unique form of creation saw great variety in the spawn created, but each hell had unifying factors for their particular inhabitants. The sin which saw a person go to a particular hell was the most prominent component in that hell’s pool. As such, each hell was filled with demons that were primarily composed of that sin, with other factors included.

Demons were not evil. At least, not as a whole. As very few human souls were comprised of all evil and no good, there was good, in significant quantities, in the pool. Yet do to the complicated nature of how aspects from so many lost souls mixed, sometimes the entire remains of a soul, and sometimes just pieces of it, while other pieces went to other demons, there were bizarre attribute combinations that, while very uncommon, could happen. Some demons were known to be good, of a level that human saints might aspire to and never reach, save for a single trait, such as deep, unabating sadism, and they simply exist, with these conflicting parts of who they are, as their natural state.

Shattria had spawned from the pool a century earlier, and was blessed to live in a hell that was, save for the wailing and torment of the humans trapped within it, at peace. It was the hell of lust after all, and the current ruler, of nearly a millennia, while uncontestedly being the most powerful being in that hell by a wide margin, was also an oddly peaceful, and civic minded incubus. There were even rumors that very little actual list resided in him, though he had a customary harem and was known to roam for new candidates for it regularly. But he maintained a strict order, allowing for domains within the hell, implementing rules for violence (that saw rare but terrifying reactions from the ruler when violated), and had led to an existence that allowed for the thinkers in that world to think, artists to create, and young succubi like Shattria to be bored.

In truth, she would have been bored anyways. Her soul was not a cruel one, but it was filled with a need to explore, do discover and to experience knew things. And the hell simply didn’t allow for it. What was worse, however, was that she had a kink in her. Of course, most demons in this hell had some kink that was a part of their being, but hers seemed unique. She was believed, incorrectly by the others, to be completely frigged. A soul composed from the lake of lust, and gifted a form to suit that lust, but without any sexual desires of her own. It was often whispered, whether mockingly, or sympathetically, that she was still a virgin.

And she was. Most spawn from the lake found something, and copulated with it, within hours of being born. Some demons even habitually waited by the lake for new spawn, just for the prize of being their first fuck. Shattria sought no such activity, and rebuked the demon who had approached her hopefully. It was then that her strength was shown. It had not backed down, eager for its

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