Flames erupted and spread across the ancient wall of stone. The magnified image of the Great Lord's face appeared.
Abalix knelt.
"The intruder has taken the fourth seal of the Demon Realm. And now she comes for the fifth."
The prior guardian had failed! Now it was her turn!
"I will not let her have it," asserted Abalix.
The Great Lord's blazing eyes narrowed, "Make sure you do. Do not attempt to beguile your way out of this responsibility."
"I am ever loyal my lord," she said. For now.
"Spare me. I have no patience for your deceitful ways. So I will make this simple, if you fail, and somehow survive, I will ensure that your suffering will be everlasting."
"Yes my lord."
The flames faded, and the demoness rose. The Great Lord expects me to run?, she thought. No, no, no, she was glad to be having a guest!
"Muhahaha!" she laughed. Abalix had waited a millennium for this moment, and she was ready.
*****
The shining crusader, armored and bulky, tore through the dark temple. Nothing could stand in her way.
"Rrrrr," the skeleton growled as it jumped out from around the corner, its saber raised, ready to strike.
Sonia was ever vigilant, and in a blur she bashed the skeleton with her shield and sent it slamming into the wall where it crumpled into dust. She quickly followed up with a wide swipe from her glowing sword, vanquishing a steady stream of the monster's companions.
She pushed deeper into the dark tomb, passing through tight corridors. Repeatedly creatures attempted to bar her way but each was vanquished in turn. The path became tighter and tighter until the passage opened into a large rectangular room.
In the middle of the room sat a giant undulating sack of flesh.
"Ooo!" the pile moaned, and turned toward her. The ball was vaguely humanoid, but its legs and arms barely stuck out from its bulbous and freakish torso.
Unique, she thought.
She didn't wait for the giant 'thing' to finishing lumbering toward her. Sonia sprang forward and buried her sword deep into its core. And in a flash she pranced back, raising her shield for any possible reprisal.
But none came. The creature moaned in pain as it rolled awkwardly on its back, seemingly defeated with one blow.
"What the?" she said with a start as green smoke began to pour out from the creature's wound. She coughed and heard a loud bang. She turned to see a large slab of rock had fallen in place to block the entry way.
"A trap!" She raced to the other end of the room, her coughing growing worse as the green smoke filled the room.
"Damn!" she said as another stone slab slammed down.
The creature deflated, and the air grew thick and hazy. Sonia pushed at the slab desperately, but to no avail.
She felt her strength fade, and in a fit of coughing she slumped to the floor.
*****
"Time to wake up my dear."
I'm not dead, Sonia thought. That was good, albeit surprising. Demons were never known to use sneaky traps or take captives. But she was clearly a prisoner, stripped of her armor, and a series of leather straps held her down onto a table.
Her captor was an oddly shaped demon. It was a tall shadowy pole, maybe eight or nine feet, and inhumanly thin. It looked as feminine and delicate as most demons looked gruesome and ferocious. In its black dress looked almost regal. But Sonia could feel the evil aura of a demon lord radiate off it.
"Did you enjoy my creation? It took many years to get the internal stability of the gas just right." Its voice was high pitch and mocking.
"You mean your trap? Let me go, you coward!"
"Let you go? No, no, no!" the tall demoness laughed, "I have plans for you!"
"You need tricks like this only because you're weak," Sonia said as she struggled against her restraints. Demons never turned down a direct challenge. "Face me, and I'll defeat you. I don't even need my sword!"
The shadowy creature paused, then laughed, "Oh see now human, goading me won't work like it does on the other demons. I'm not like them! No," and the demoness raised two long shadowy tendril 'arms' into the air and declared, "I am Abalix the Creator! I care little for base destruction, I revel in true invention. And... you've yet to see my greatest creation!" The demoness looked around.
"Prime! Come here my little imp!" the demoness called, beckoning something with her paper thin fingers.
"Yes yes, I'm here mistress, I'm here!" The 'imp' bounded to its master's side. The imp was green, and small, maybe three or four feet tall, tiny compared it master's towering form. It was bald, and its ears were pointed. Between its legs slung a large green cock, which was way out of proportion to its body.
"That's your greatest creation?" scoffed Sonia in disbelief. Was this little thing supposed to intimidate her? Rather tame for a demon, she thought, not at all deadly. Yet the demoness seemed proud of it? "You can't be serious."
"You mock now, but you'll see soon," said the demoness as she daintily motioned to a large gear. It responded by clanking into motion.
The ground appeared to rise around Sonia as the table was lowered.
"There we go," the demoness said as the table became nearly flush with the ground, halting with a large clunk. Then she turned to the imp and pat him on the head, "Prime, give her a better look at your weapon."
"Yes Master!"
"Get off me!" Sonia yelled as the small green imp sat on her flat chest. It pushed its cock in front of her. Up close it looked even bigger.
"Get this foul thing out of my face!" Sonia said as she squirmed her head away.
"It's wonderful isn't it?" the demoness asked. It pointed out hard, fully erect, and very green.
"Wonderful? Its disgusting!" Sonia cried. She hoped that once the imp finished its lewd display it would get off her.
But the imp didn't move away. Instead it gripped its dick, using both of its hands, and began to slowly tug up and down.
Sonia couldn't believe it, the imp was jerking itself off right in front of her!
"Stop that! Get this fiend away from me!"
"Oh don't worry," cooed Abalix, "You'll love it!"
"What is this madness?" Sonia couldn't understand what kind of bizarre notions motivated this imp and its mistress.
As foul and evil creatures, she thought, was this some plan to humiliate her? To shame her? It was the only thing that made any sense. They were toying with her in order to disgrace her honor.
"You're making a grave mistake by not killing me," Sonia said, "I vow as a Crusader of the Holy Order to end you both! I will never stop until you both are dead!"
The demoness and her minion only laughed.
The idea that her captors were this arrogant, and thought so little of her ability, so much so they wasted time with such games enraged her. They did not even give her an honorable death. But that would be their undoing.
