The Serpent's Cage

In the coldest and darkest fires of the hell plane, she waited in chains. Mindless and Soulless. Minuets had become like decades as the flesh trickled off her bones only to heal slowly as raw bloody scabs kissed by new flames and boiling at birth. Huge lurking Terrors of the underworld came to her each day and raped her immobile form. Her chains held strong as beast after beast tore into her and bathed her in their stink and heat. Her belly swelled again and again, as she gave birth once more, and as always she saw as the Terrors take her children and consumed their flesh and bones, roaring with laughter at the once mighty Princess.

When a Demon dies on the mortal plane, its spirit returns to the Hell Plane as it was before. Only the body remains and decays for the mortals to witness. But when the spirit is locked in the world of men, the body returns with no power, no rank, and no authority. Those who had ruled under her could only have dreamed of such sweet levels of revenge.

But they did not know what revenge was. She -the warlord princess of the demon lord Alhgarahn- knew revenge. And she would have it. The pieces were slowly fitting into place. The six drew closer together each day. Her mind had all the power it needed to complete the task at hand, and the pitiful shred of her tortured soul still floated around tormenting the blood of that foolish crafty Malvis. The thought of such a miserable human using his magic to create such a wicked fate for her made her blood run cold with rage. She let out a roar in the five tongues of the lower sanctum as a chorus of terror. Without any warning one of the chains that bound one of her six arms gave the slightest creak.

The roar attracted the attention of one of the largest and cruelest of the hulking Terrors. He saw she was awake and with a twisted smile paced his way towards her. His burned and twisted excuse for a phallice began to swell as he drew near her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh hyoouuu muuuzzttt beeee hhhunggarrryy foohhrr mooaaarrr mmyy zweeet phrinzheeezzz" His lipless mouth bleched.

He placed one huge hand around her head and began to twist. She felt her bones and muscles snap and tear as he began to force himself inside her. His laughter and smell flooded over her like a swarm of spiders.

There was a crack that sounded like thunder splitting a mountian, and a choir of voices joined together as Malixars hand tore free and found its home gripping the Terror's jaw. With a roar and a twist his mouth burst apart as she threw the lower half of his skull into the fires. He let out a wet gurgle of a shriek, but her now free hand had already found another grip on his fat hanging tongue. She began to pull. She began to laugh. She joined her voice to the choir of devils as the Terror was pulled inside-out. Guts and bones began pouring out of his broken frame. A fraction of her strength had returned.

The pieces were fitting into place.......