~Zeraphim's Tail~
He soared over the warped, heat-blasted landscape that made up this particular region of hell. Through the thick protection of his demonic skin, he felt the terrible sear of flames from below and revelled in it. He was a demon first class, one of only a handful, and he was essentially free to do as he pleased within the confines of hell. Sure, he had his duties, but for a demon of his calibur, those were mere pittance.
At the moment, he had a moment of 'free time' and was spending it in a wild, uninhibited flight over some of the further regions of hell. It pleased him to see the damned souls suffering, and being a demon he fed upon that pain. He dropped lower, delighting in the mad scramble the damned souls made to get out of his way.
Making a large loop, he began to make his way lazily back toward the centre of hell where he resided with the other high ranking demons and their Lord of Evil. He had his own little set of suites in the south wing, tended to by a variety of lesser demons and a few damned souls for servants. As with most lesser demons and damned souls, they weren't very good at pleasing their masters, but that made punishing them all the more delightful.
He frowned as he neared his favorite landing spot, thinking about servants. Just last month he had incinerated one for pulling his hair one too many times, and now he was without someone to brush his long purple hair. Given that having his hair brushed was one of his greatest pleasures, that lack rankled with him and made his day unpleasant.
Standing on the wide terrace below were two first rank demons and one second rank. He watched them curiously as he circled, slowing his descent, wondering what they were doing. He had reached an altitude of only a few meters off the ground when he abruptly felt a sickening maelstrom sensation and his whole world blurred in front of him.
Vaguely he could make out the surprised faces of the three demons below him before there was a gut-wrenching snap and he landed face-first on a dark blue carpeted floor. Disoriented, he took a moment to adjust to the sudden change of temperature, location, and plane of existance. When he finally managed to look up, he was confronted with the sight of two blond girls with cat ears who looked to be twins. The one on the left was wearing a purple t-shirt and underwear, while the one on the right had both shirt AND pants on. He growled.
They both jumped back with wide eyes, staring at him. He heard the clothed girl say something to the unclothed girl, but it took him a moment to realize that the words were in a human tongue and then to translate them.
"I don't think that's what we were trying for..."
The unclothed girl blinked and replied to her twin, "Nope. Not."
He was getting rather angry by this point, as their conversation only confirmed his suspicion that the two of them were responsible for bringing him here... wherever here was.
"Uh, he's kinda cute though... for a freaky thing..."
"Hmm...."
Not liking the way this conversation was proceeding, he lunged at them with his claws flexed and teeth bared. As expected, they scattered. He chased the nearest one, the one with only half her clothes on, until he had her in a corner. She screamed as he lashed out at her, and then he felt something hit him full on and he blacked out.
When he came to, he was upside down against the far wall with the two catgirls staring at him with wide eyes. He flipped over, snapping his wings open and growling at them. They took a step back, then the clothed one said, "Uh, maybe we should send him back?"
"How?" The other asked.
".... good point."
He crouched on all fours, summoning a cloud of darkness around himself to scare them a little more. It worked, almost too well, as the two girls promptly shrieked and went running out of the room as fast as they could. With a grin of sadistic glee, he followed. Maybe this bizzare exile wouldn't be so bad after all.
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