Tales From Hades...

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Read at your own risk, for the following tale is not for those weak of heart, or young of age. At one point, this tale may include Lemon scenes, but for now there will only be violence, swearing and sexual situations.

“Talking”
’Telepathy’
Thinking

Book I, Chapter II

Guttural laughter and inhuman shrieks of giggling could be heard echoing from the cavern, as dozens different forms began crawling from the red stone, emerging from the polluted streams, and descending from the bleak skies in swarms, all of them making their way to one place: The Stygian Dream

The infernal bar floated above the largest sea of boiling lead in the Nine Hells, taking up three floating mountains of red stone, held together by chains, which additionally held platforms for the infernal masses to congregate for meetings, celebrations, etc. The three floating mountains were hollowed out and sculpted to resemble three massive screaming skulls, sporting various tiers and landings, within and on the outer surface of the mountain. Within the already crowded bar, thousands of nightmares given life mingled and danced to hellish music, while many sat at round tables playing games of chance. Vast chandeliers held multiple succubae dancers, while flocks of imps and lesser demons swarmed about, delivering drinks and meals to larger demons. Across the sky above the bar, in fiery letters, was a single message:

“Happy Birthday Ranma Saotome”

Sitting on a smaller tier with a small bladed demon, sat a small wiry human with a black pigtail, who seemed to be drowning his sorrows into the beer, much to the Spinegons dismay.

’Come on Ranma, loosen up.’ Shrilled the Spinagon. ‘Your acting like I crawled up your ass and made camp.’

Ranma shuddered at the perverse thought and resisted the urge to crush the miniscule devil. While he knew it would only mildly cheer him up, he didn’t think it would go over well with the rest of the crowd. This is one place that I do not want to be if a bar brawl breaks out.

’Pugna, I am not in the mood to party, so if you could keep it kind of tame tonight...’ Pleaded Ranma. ‘And please don’t put such images in my mind. I know that you are supposed to torture humans and everything, but please.’

Grabbing a drink from a passing Succubae with his tail (while caressing her ass/groin in the process), Pugna just shook his head at the melancholy youth.

’Just because you are an infernal, doesn’t mean you won’t be tortured dear friend.’ Pugna whispered while leering. ‘In fact, that is what tonight is all about, though I made sure you would enjoy it.’

’Wha...?’

Ranma couldn’t finish his statement as he was hefted off of his stool by a flock of Spinagons and brought towards a carved out balcony that oversaw everey room in all three mountains, before being dumped roughly within it. Ranma stood up and began swearing at the chuckling mob of quilled vermin before noticing that he was not alone in the balcony. Looking over, he groaned as he realized that this was going to get worse before it go better.

Two men stood by Ranma, one on each side. Both were extraordinarily handsome, with golden eyes and flawless features, accented by a pair of horns sprouting from their temples. Waving behind each of the men were a pair of bat-like wings that twitched with excitement, along with a long, sinuous tail that roiled about at a lazy pace. Neither one wore nary a strip of clothing, but neither seemed to be to worried, nor embarrassed, about the fact as many of the female demons looked longingly at the hairless groins of the two Incubae. Both moved to flank Ranma as he stood up.

’Ranma, tonight you shall be treated like the Overlord himself.’ Said the one to his left while clapping a clawed hand onto his shoulder. ‘Happy Birthday dear friend.’

’T-Thank you Hiroshi, but you and Daisuke don’t really have to do anything.’ Ranma stammered quickly, hoping to stomp out the two Incubaes plans for him. ‘I just want to relax before...’

’Oh, don’t worry Ranma, we didn’t go to any trouble.’
’Yeah, Pugna set this all up. The Succubae sisters owed him, and he got them to give you this night as a present’

Looking down, Ranma could easily see the young Spinegon sitting on the laps of two well-endowed Succubae. He was leering into their exposed cleavage as his split tail pumped into their skirts through their splayed legs, much to the amusement of many of the patrons. Noticing Ranma was watching him, he winked and flashed him a thumbs up while increasing his tails tempo into the two women, causing them to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure as pools of their ow excitement were forming beneath their stools..

’Attention patrons of the Stygian Dreams!’ Broadcasted the Incubus on Ranma’s right. ‘I am Daisuke, second class Incubus, limited, and I am your host this evening.’

’And I am your other host, Hiroshi, second class Incubus, limited.’ Shouted the Incubus on Ranma’s left. ‘And we are here tonight to celebrate the birthday of our good friend, Ranma Saotome, first class Incubus, unlimited.’

This earned a roar of excitement from the gathered demons, along with cackles, gurgles and other assorted noises, as innumerable appendages pumped into the air with excitement. Ranma inwardly groaned at this. These demons don’t care about the cause of the celebration, just that there is one. They probably would have blasted us if the guys didn’t announce our ranks to the crowd.

’So lets party down in his honor, and make sure everyone in the Nine Hells has something to remember until next year.’ Daisuke punched into the air upon finishing his statement.

Once again, the crowd cheered for the (now panicking) Incubus. Before he could find a way to escape, Hiroshi signaled to Daisuke, while Daisuke waved up a few dozen Succubae. All were near nude (barring the birthday bows in all the right places) and immediately began lavishing attention upon the young martial artist. Now normally, Ranma was all for an orgy, so that he could store more energy and have a little entertainment in between jobs, but he was currently too pre-occupied by the scroll that had been delivered to him earlier today, and the following meeting that had occurred. He began to think back on it as his clothes were torn away and a pair of moist lips began caressing his now rigid member.

Ranma had been fearful of entering the domain of the Overlord to start with, but when he saw all of the commotion going on amongst the court sorcerers and scribes, his panic had doubled and he honestly thought about running. But before his thoughts had earned fruition, he was grabbed by the shoulder. Spinning around, he let out a sigh of relief as he came face-to-face with the Overlords Vizier and his teacher, Yellow Eyes.

Ancient was an understatement when describing Yellow Eyes, and so was wise. This ancient demon had lived longer than written records were kept, and he knew more about existence than the rest of existence had forgotten. Being an Illithid, he gained wisdom by meeting people and copying their memories psychically into his. Despite his shrunken stature and near gnomish appearance (mainly due to his infamous conical hat and miniature spectacles), Yellow Eyes was one of the most powerful fiends in all of Hell. His power was only rivaled by his eccentric behavior, which generally involved torturing his apprentices. Ranma could fondly remember having to re-grow several limbs due to his masters newest form of training, which involved leaves, flint, and 18 pounds of salt peter, all of which were supposed to form a miniature elemental clock, but instead melted flesh.

Today he seemed different though. Without the usual greeting of him assaulting Ranma with that blasted extendable cane of his, he escorted Ranma into the main chamber, where the Overlord of Hell resided.

The main chamber was always dark, being made of dark marble with only a few souls for light. The Overlord was always heard and never seen, and this chamber aided him in this task greatly, due to the echoes. Ranma knew that this was going to be bad news. The Overlord never gave good news in person, and rarely gave any news not in person.

Not much was known about the Overlord, except that his power rivaled that of the Almighty. Contrary to popular belief, Hell and Heaven were not in an eternal war, and had not been at war for several thousand years. True, their had been several police actions made by both sides when lone goddesses and rogue demons had crossed the line when on the mortal plane, but most of the battles that were waged were waged by man against the lesser demons and rogue demon lords.

The Overlord however was a different case. He usually sent lone or small groups of powerful demons into the mortal world to perform a certain task or deliver a specific wish. His intentions were never really known, but nobody dared question him.

’Ranma Saotome.’ Echoed a deep voice from all directions. Ranma knew to act formal, so he bowed and responded quickly with a ‘yes master?’ in a quiet tone.

’You will be venturing to Earth to meet with your parents at the Tendo Dojo in Tokyo, Japan.’ Rumbled the Overlord. ‘You are to marry within five years time and return to Hell. Is that clear?’

Ranma twitched at the word marry, and fought down the anger that welled up, before stammering a ‘Y-yes master.’
While thinking Marry? Who does he think he is, dictating who I will marry, or when? Without hearing further orders, he quickly left the room. He had quickly gone to the bar, to drown his sorrows, when the party had started in his honor.

Ranma’s train of thought was cut off as he erupted into a Succubus’s warm mouth, were she began to take deep gulps in hopes of garnering a small amount of energy.

This is my last night in Hell. God, I am going to miss it. Ranma thought as a Succubus wiggled her ass in his face while groping another one. This went greatly unnoticed by Ranma, whom just sighed and drank from his bottle. This went greatly unnoticed by the rest of the bar, seeing as they had resumed partying and did not care what Ranma was doing

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Boon the Butcher