Warning: kind of bloody scene ahead
Anastasia appeared at the gates of hell. Not the actual gate, there was a gate for visitors. Satan was such a misunderstood introvert, the only visitor was Anastasia or occasionally her family. As the saying goes; birds of the same feather, flock together.
The demons guarding the gate nearly freaked out seeing a leg hanging midair, they only relaxed when they realized the leg belonged to the princess. The demon guards opened the gates and Anastasia thanked them. "You're welcome, your highness."
There were guards only at the gate but not at the door which confused her. She shrugged, whatever. Her best friend may have given them a day off. Being close to the door, she noticed the palace was awfully quiet. Normally, Satan would scream for his life while his wife would do crazy ass shit.
Maybe they have gone to the hot tubs! She could wait till then. She'll just witness Satan crying and his wife consoling him while laughing. She'll record this good content to show his future kids.
She didn't bother knocking and opened the door. Stepping inside she heard and discovered something indecent. She regretted it the next second. She threw her bag at the couple. She closed her eyes and covered her ears. "Get a room!"
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Anastasia and Satan were in his bedroom. The bedroom had a living room of its own. His wife was sleeping from the *cough cough* exercise *cough cough* they had. Satan was blushing like crazy. He expected her to come in a few days but never expected her to walk into them.
Anastasia was blankly staring at him, making him even more embarrassed. He tried to start a conversation, but that made him more shameful. She kept staring at him blankly. He felt so accused.
Satan couldn't take it anymore. If he gets mad, she'll destroy him to a content where he'll have no words. "I'm sorry. That me and my wife were banging at the door. You have all the rights to be mad at me." After a few minutes of silence, Anastasia spoke up. "You dumb fuck. I should be the one apologizing right now for unexpectedly turning up at your door and find both of you banging? Do you have common sense or intelligence? You should be mad at me instead. Do you think I'm a toxic person?
"You dumbass. Your mother's toxic behavior is still affecting you. And that bitch ain't your mother at all, I'll kill her when I see that good person of an angel she calls herself as!"
Satan was expecting an entire speech, but this speech made sense. Why was he expecting everything like that? He knew the reason was his mother; she was still affecting him. That toxic bitch. Anastasia patted his shoulder. "Come on, you dumbass wear actual clothes. We're going to the dungeons to play."
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Mafia bosses and gangsters have a suit on while torturing people. Well, guess what bitch? We're in Satan's realm, be lazy as fuck and we ain't caring. Anastasia was wearing the same clothes as before and Satan was in his pajamas. Well, he's the king of hell, demons, and created the seven sins. What would you expect?
Turning off nearly all the lights, closing the door, and going down the hallway, anastasis pulled down the nearest candle holder. The wall cranked as it was sucked down to the ground level. A dark staircase appeared, leading down to the dungeons.
The dungeons in the palace were a special place for souls who did the worst crimes a human can imagine.
Satan doesn't care if you became a good person or were a good person before, did a crime? You're welcome to the party. Steal or rob a person? Meh, fuck them, he doesn't care.
The guards opened up the door to the dungeons, Anastasia, and Satan nodded to them. Passing each cell with a soul begging for mercy and screaming, Anastasia couldn't help but laugh. These criminals had no mercy for their victims and now they're begging for mercy was too funny for her.
Satan ignored her, and they reach the last cell. Behind the bars, a soul was bound to a chair. He didn't seem tortured, just sleeping with a few bruises on his face. Satan opened the door, "he's all yours to interrogate." with that he left her alone.
Anastasia stepped into the dimly lit cell. It smelled like blood and gore. She found a switch and a bulb lit on just above the soul's head. Torture devices shone under the light.
Slapping him awake would be a waster of energy and dumb, she thought. She picked up a pair of pliers and forced open his mouth. She attached them to his molars. With a bit of strength, she pulled it out. Blood came along and the soul, at last, woke up.
He started screaming in pain, and his tongue touched the place where his tooth was before. He looked up to see a tall woman with glowing grey eyes. A chill passed through his spine when he found blood lust in her eyes while laughing. She got serious after a few minutes. "What's your name?"
"Huh?" She gave him a bored look and took a pair of hot tongs. "Your name. Are you nameless fucker?" she started circling the chair. "Kelvis."
"So Kelvis, do you know where you are?"
"I'm bound to a chair in a torturing dungeon?" She came close to his face and creepily smiled. "Wow! You're so smart! Your answer was close enough, you're bound to a chair in a torturing dungeon located in the basement in a palace belonging to the king of hell!
"Do you know why you are here? It's because you nearly raped a woman and according to the law. You would get away with it because mortals are fucking dumbasses and narrow-minded since they'll need probably 55 photos, 67 videos, and 45 audio tapes to clarify if you did. But here in hell, Satan doesn't care if you nearly raped someone or not. You attempted to rape her." she took a pair of wicked scissors and Kelvis panicked when she started playing with his hands. She started cutting each part of his fingers one by one. Not each finger at once. A joint cracked under the scissors.
Once he was fingerless in both of his hands, he fainted due to pain and fear. Anastasia smirked and lit a blue flame in her fingers. She placed her finger on his forehead and Kelvis cried. He started gasping, and she grinned. "Why are you sleeping, honey? The show's about to start."
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Satan brought forward a file. "What's this?" Anastasia asked while wiping her hands. They were currently in his office kinda room. "Read it." It didn't seem like a request, it was an order. Anastasia took it in her hands and read the cover. "'Kelvis Candlefluff' what the fuck?" He glared at her and she started reading it.
Name: Kelvis Candlefluff
Age of death: 107
Parents: Not determined
Species: Half fae-half mortal
Anastasia's eyes got wider and wider while reading Kelvis' life story. When she was done, the file fell on the table with a thump. She buried her face in her hands in shock. After a few silent minutes, she spoke up. "You're thinking what I'm thinking?" Satan hummed in response. "When we found his body, we did some tests. Ya know the old procedure to find out the crimes, we also found something more interesting. His memories were gone, and we also found traces of someone controlling him."
"So someone is now targeting Scarlett? She's a mortal, the only time she offended an immortal were those assholes. And it happened in front of me."
"But what if one of the asshole's family had traced their steps and found they got insulted by a mortal, now they're taking petty revenge?" Anastasia closed her eyes, feeling an upcoming headache. She got up from her seat. "Let's talk about this matter during the morning, I'll take the same room as before."
Satan also got up and turned off the lamp on his desk. "Okay. You know where it is?"
"Yes, I know where it is. Right beside your and your wife's room. And if you two are going to bang again, just let me know. I'll be in the attic."
Satan's face turned red in anger and embarrassment. "Fuck you."
"No thanks bitch!"