The first thing to greet Trevor after he entered the room was veils of black curtains followed by the sound of a whip and then the screams of a tormented man.
"I'm getting an uneasy feeling," muttered Trevor before exiting the row of endless curtains.
"Oh, stop screaming like a little girl and take it like a man! This is the punishment you deserve for crossing my beloved brother!" venomously yelled the ginger haired woman. The red dominatrix outfit she donned looked ridiculous on her.
Suspended in the air by his arms with a blindfold covering his eyes was a man. The upper part of his body was left bare, revealing the gruesome sight of his back which was covered in blood and whip marks.
The man could do nothing but weep from the hellish anguish he was forced to undergo as punishment for not paying his debt. This person was none other than the gentleman Jerry seized from the base.
From the bed, a pair of firm yet slender-looking legs crossed the threshold and someone embraced the woman from behind.
"Mistress, isn't that enough? Why don't you come and play with us?" A beautiful man with long light pink hair strung up into a high ponytail was whispering seductively into the crude woman's ear. The loose garments he wore revealed his legs and the sculpted muscles curved into his abdomen.
The man possessed bewitching features that stood on par with Rin. The man was without a doubt an incubus, judging by the horns on his head. Possessing looks that allured others into his arms, he could capture their heart with a single smile and honey dripped words of false affection—a true male temptress in the flesh.
"Oh, my darling! Don't worry. Mommy hasn't forgotten about you!" Her cheeks blushed a deep shade of pink, a fond look in her eyes
Trevor stared at the scene happening before his eyes, not knowing how to react. Identifying the shameless woman standing before him as one of the critical figures responsible for Tricia's death. "Martha!!!" he roared with blood boiling hot anger.
The woman flinched from hearing her name screamed with such intensity and turned her head where she met in direct eye contact with Trevor. "Oh, now isn't this interesting? Jerry said he ran into you, but I'm surprised to see you managed to make it here."
The woman removed herself from the incubus's arms and laughed at the pool of rage rolling off of him. "Oh, Trevor, don't give me such a mean look. Tricia and I were friends! Besides, it isn't like I killed her. I only gave her a dose of an aphrodisiac."
Trevor's rage brought Martha joy. From her hand, a small pink cloud formed, which she blew in the pink-haired incubus's face. Instantly, he reacted as he began tearing at his clothing; a crazed lust-filled look entered his eyes.
"Mistress! Please touch me! I want you so bad! Please, I need to be inside you! Let me at least kiss your lips!" He begged the woman like a man addicted to drugs, reaching out to grope and kiss every inch of her skin. Such actions caused joy to sparkle from Martha's eyes, giggling at how the beautiful incubus lusted for her body.
"You see the reaction a single dose of my aphrodisiac can do to a person. So you can already foresee the reaction it must've had on sweet and spunky Tricia. Then, again, Jerry liked that about her, and he only wanted a little taste of her. But even I must admit he went a little too far by killing her after sampling her. Trevor, do you think you could forgive my brother?" she colily asked the man, knowing what to expect from him.
"How about you both rot in hell!" Raw power radiated from Trevor, causing cracks to form on the ground from where he was standing.
"Yeah, I didn't think so." Martha summoned a red cloud that she blew at the lust-induced incubus, whose hands were busy fondling her underneath her dress.
"Despite how much I would love to have fun with you, dear, I need your strength, not your hands and lips. After all, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your dear mistress, right?"
Martha watched as the man, regarded as a beauty and one of her favorites, screamed in pain as his body began shifting to resemble a horrible beast-like creature. Standing two meters tall covered charcoal fur was a hulking and menacing-looking minotaur.
"Beauty and the Beast. A title that suits you well, my pet. Despite my contempt towards this ugly form of yours, it's needed in this situation. So go and protect mommy, my dear~!" Martha ordered the beast, who, with mad red eyes, roared before charging straight at Trevor.
"Bring it!" shouted Trevor as their fists clashed. The aftershock of their punch created a crater in the ground from where they stood.
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The army of monsters was evenly matched outside, a sight that made the succubus twitch with annoyance. Especially when she saw one of Kris's skeleton warriors destroy one of her monsters. "This ain't gonna work." The girl clicked her tongue and flew down. Stealing a scythe of her defeated monster, she charged at Kris.
Kris saw her heading for him and picked up a sword from one of his fallen skeleton warriors. The sound of metal hitting against metal echoed as both weapons clashed. The girl kept sending out attacks that the young man managed to block using his sword.
"You're not an easy prey! I'll give you that! Soul Hands!" The girl swung the scythe, and ghost-like hands shot out and tried to grab Kris, which he dodged, but there were just too many for him to evade. Soon, he hit a tree, gasping for air, after a chilly hand grabbed his throat and began choking him.
"Give it up, boy! This is the end!" said the succubus as Kris's lack of oxygen caused him to blackout. Swimming in an endless mist of darkness, Kris heard a chilling, deep-sounding voice.
"My, you are truly a pathetic sight. Wake up, boy! I, the God of the Underworld, do not give my power to those who are weak. You are stronger than you let yourself believe. Allow my power to burn through your veins! Deliver those who dare go against you a swift and divine punishment! Teach them the definition of fear itself!
Decked out in a all black expensive suit, giving off the impression of a mob boss, sat an imposing man who face was concealed. The throne he sat upon was grand, encrusted with the rarest of gems the world could offer.
"I, Hades, God of the Underworld, do not make a wrong gambit." The man's golden eyes stared at the giant hologram, zoomed on the unconscious young man. A smirked show itself when he saw the succubus flinch with fright when the boy's eyes flew open, pupils glowing a golden amber that matched his own.
"See, I told you; I never lost a bet."