by T5
Hell is divided into different regions, where lords, loyal to the Fallen One, have earned the privilege of ruling the lower demons and their slaves.
One such lord currently sat on a rock on top of a rather large volcano, from which a huge pillar of sulphuric smoke rose to the heavens of crimson light, sulking and contemplating about how to retake his throne that some upstart seized while he was cast out into the realm of mortals.
Lord Kwaiziel had been trapped within a mind, packed with other psyches from different levels of reality within the being called Naecken. He shuddered at the thought.
No, this wasn't the time to grovel in past mistakes. He needed a plan and some allies. Retaking a throne wouldn't be easy.
He gazed out onto the dry wasteland and the beautiful, everlasting sunset, and smiled to himself. He had a plan.
The bellydancers were mildly entertaining.
Lord Khung's stomach felt like it was about to turn itself inside out, and the stupid warrior demon to his left had just spread a great fart-cloud, sweeping over the sofa where Khung was trying to relax. This party had to end here and now.
He stood up and bellowed, "GET OUT! All of you!"
The demons and human soul-entertainers scattered through the double doors.
Lord Khung was miserable. Even though his competition had been eliminated through a twist in fate, the territory he had fought for now seemed nothing like it had before. He needed a challenge, something different.
Contemplating the different ways to find new challenges, he was suddenly interrupted by his personal servant, Wend.
"Excuse me, O miserable one... I have some entertaining news for you."
Scowling at the freaky little servant with its yellow, skinny body, he muttered, "Uh-hmmm?"
"It seems a vortex has just opened into the Realm of Dust, and a certain trantranceulantuan lady has emerged from its mouth."
Lord Khung sat up with a lurch. Zveidi, here? He stood up and walked over to the window overlooking the chain pits, where hundreds of souls lay writhing in pain on red-hot chains that criss-crossed a volcanic opening.
The challenge had come, a great opportunity to prove himself in the eyes of the Fallen One. He gave the servant orders to send out the hounds to find her and any followers she might have with her. Their bodies would be a feast no demon had ever even dreamed of.
Continued in Chapter 3: Another Fight over Supremacy in Hell