After a lot of confusion Martin Christie found himself deep in the crowd that had formed under the big evil's finger. He had died and he was in a place that he regretted ever going to or ever even believing had existed for that matter. All that surrounded him now were lost souls who lived in a dangerous state of morbid bliss feeding upon one another every waking moment. They were of the most evil kind and deep down he knew if he was noticed that he would be next on the menu and that scared him to no end. Martin had sinned badly and he delved deep within himself to cling to whatever light still protected him from the evils that his corrupted soul seemed to be consumed and devoured by in this ungodly place. Naked and vulnerable he drifted weightlessly and endlessly in a darkness that seemed to have no end to it.
Off in the distance sometimes closer than others he could hear the cries of the other tormented souls that spent their eternity here. The sounds they made were of anguish in the most resigned tones fully accepting whatever fate had befallen them in their end days. It was a pitiful sound to hear as they moaned and often screamed broken and utterly defeated in the torment that was their eternity. Then there was that other sound that echoed throughout the cursed realm; a sound of pure malice that had to have come from whatever dark demons frequented here. Those sounds were ones of lustful ecstasy and whenever they grew louder and fiercest was usually when the souls here would chime in with their sorrowful moans.
Martin had no desire to make those sounds himself and desperately hoped he would go unnoticed as he drifted alone in the depths of the abyss. He was a fighter at heart and always managed somehow but this was an endless nothing where he was drifting and there weren't any things to be had and that was what truly frightened him. He was a pragmatist in life and was full of sneaky ways out of things and other ways to always cut his losses to the minimum but here he felt as if some piece of bate floating for the taking of the vilest of demons to make bad on. It wasn't fair he thought; he had been a devil himself in life to many people but he always kept it sporting enough so that anyone involved still had some kind of chance to win too if he let his guard down. In truth he liked to live solely for sport of things and some of the best fights he had in life were the ones that he had lost and the fact that he'd been killed in the prime of his life to come here was proof of that.
Suddenly he felt a wave ripple in the air that seemed dangerously close to him and he felt that another presence was somewhere near dark and foreboding. There was a presence that seemed to be lurking all around him all of a sudden and fear started to run rampant in his addled mind. He felt like one time when he was a member of the living, he was deep sea diving and a shark had found him and started to circle him. He had never felt so helpless in his surroundings as he did then as that shark would disappear into the murky water from sight only to reappear terrifying him back and forth... this by far was worse. A cool chill ran down his as he could sense it moving all around him though he could not see it then it spoke to him in a female voice with a wickedly seductive tone that made his skin crawl, "My, my, what a succulent soul you are... such a morsel", making him fear for himself all the more.
Martin simply prayed to himself in his head or was it out load? He said, "God, I know I have sinned, I'll try to be better and I wish I wasn't so bad at being a Christian... I really mean this! But what am I to do as a mortal with the weakness of the flesh anyhow... PLEASE forgive me and I've really tried and keep the evil off of me here... HELP NOW PLEASE I'M BEGGING!"
Martin trembled as he looked around in the darkness that shared so many other twisted souls like his own. He could sense them and what they did but he had managed to keep away from them up till now. "It's a little late for that now isn't it?" the voice said again this time with a hint of tease. "The final hour for redemption passed a long time ago for you... God doesn't want you anymore... no I'm afraid he won't have you now... you are going to be mine now... mine to play with... he won't bother with you now... poor, poor little lost soul all alone with an evil temptress to use him as she pleases." The voice said exuberating with tease and malice as she started to laugh wickedly with the cruelest intent.
"Please just leave me alone! I want no part of you!" shouted Martin with tears starting to run down his terrified face. The voice seemed to come from all around him to the point that he was afraid to even move his eyes in fear for what he might see. This just wasn't right by him, there had to be something he could do to muster up some kind of defense he thought to himself.
The voice purred right into his ear from behind him leaving a chill cold dark and eerily soothing, "You should have thought about that before you came here... mmmm... now you're going to be Eseltra's little slave yes you are." He felt a set of soft slender feminine hands rest upon his naked shoulders as a full set of lushes lips pressed into his ear and breathed something warm into him. His body reacted with thousands of little tingles that spread feverishly throughout him making his mind fuzzy and his body reel intensely breaking into goose bumps. It was like nothing he had ever felt before and it felt amazing; but deep down it also felt like something had invaded his very being intrusively in a dark and corrupting way. Martin wasn't a fool and realized the danger he was in and forced himself to focus.
"Feels good doesn't it my little lamb?" Eseltra said as she embraced him from behind pressing a full set of warm breasts onto Martin's back as she slid her arms around his chest as she enveloped his body tightly. Martin squirmed a bit but she was far stronger than any mortal woman and he could not pull her arms away from himself. Realizing that resistance was futile he went very still trembling ever so slightly in her tight alluring embrace. "But my you are trembling." Eseltra said snuggling her face into the crook of his neck resting her head there and biting him gently. "Whatever are you afraid of?" she said with mock innocence.