Davariel soared into the sky once more, after having secured safe passage for Luciel to her home planet, Earth. Over the ancient forests of the planet, he flew, looking for a reflective surface. All was dark and quiet below. Still, he could feel eyes upon him, staring in stark terror at the angel of destruction.
Over a cluster of hills, he spotted a lake. The big, golden moon reflected upon its surface. He circled once, whispering an incantation that would allow him to open a gateway back to Megdoluc, then plunged head first into the black waters. Through the chill depths, he breeched the portal, resurfacing in the frozen hell that was Megdoluc. The biting cold stung his naked flesh as he walked out of the small pool of a thermal spring that bubbled up between two boulders.
Ice and ash covered the surface of the demon planet. The few trees that remained were now devoid of the little greenery they once possessed, their blackened limbs twisting up toward the smoke choked sky as if in agony. The roiling sulfurous clouds the four super-volcanoes spewed into the atmosphere had long ago smothered the life-giving rays of the twin suns.
He found a cave and began his descent into the bowels of Megdoluc. Davariel circled around vents of heat coming from the deadly rivers of magma beneath the planet's crust, a stark contrast to the frozen surface. The deeper he descended, the more lakes of fire and liquid rock he encountered; a descent into the antechamber to hell.
He finally arrived at one of the main chambers. Glowing rocks illuminated the cathedral-like cavern, creating strange wavering shadows upon everything. Slumbering devils clung upside down, wrapped in their multicolored bat-like wings from the cavern's vaulted ceiling. A few others, that skulked around on the ground, snarled and whipped their long tails at each other, only to wrestle for a brief moment, then end up fornicating in unrestrained violence. They weren't used to being trapped in physical bodies and their weak natures made them succumb to the body's basic instinct...fight for survival, eat, and fuck.
He had once thought they were beautiful creatures, created by the fallen angels to serve. Now he saw them for what they were; vile, ugly, disgusting things.
Again, he felt the ache in his chest when he wondered if this was how Luciel saw him. With a dejected sigh, he leaned against a large boulder, rubbing at the bothersome ache in his heart.
She thinks I'm ugly.
Tears burned his eyes and nose.
"Why haven't you sacrificed the girl and opened the gates? Lucifer is waiting!"
Davariel turned with a start to stare at the burgundy demon that had defiled him in the cottage. The memories of what they did to him came rushing back.
Davariel had to bite his tongue to keep from snarling at the demon. Still, he bared his fangs, wanting nothing more than to rip the creature's throat out. "Her full moon is upon her. She'll be sacrificed during her new moon," he answered, thinking up a quick lie. He knew Luciel was going through her monthly flow and thought that perhaps he could use that to their advantage.
The Demon didn't understand.
"Lie to me and I'll torture the bitch before your very eyes till she begs for death."
Bile rose up in Davariel's throat. Images of how this foul being abused him, laughing all the while, turned his blood to pure poison. He would never let them hurt his Luci. Davariel never knew he was capable of feeling so much hatred. He knew the demon would follow through on his threat.
You just signed your death sentence, demon.
"I don't give a fuck for the bitch, as you say." He could no longer control the deep growls that emanated from his throat. "Do whatever you want, but know this... it took nearly half a siglon to find one as worthy as she. I guarantee you that powerful virginal Master Guardians don't abound in this realm."
The demon continued to growl also, but made no movement. Instead, he studied Davariel's face with narrowed eyes. "You want to fuck her."
"Why wouldn't I, imbecile? She's beautiful."
