Steve Clarkson was tending the brimstone fires that kept Hellish pests at bay. He fumed internally. This was NOT what he'd pictured his first visit to Hell would be like. He was a fairly new recruit to the Iron Knights who had not yet been sent on any raids of Hell itself. He'd mostly been sent on missions to assassinate demons on Earth in search of spouses. Steve was proud to say he'd killed 27 of the supernatural bastards. The pride almost made him forget that he was now their slave for a moment.
It was the pain that reminded him. Not long ago, some female demon had looked at him and seemed to recognize him from somewhere. She'd said something about her daughter to the overseer, and the overseer had casually mentioned that Steve had committed several sexual assaults on girls ranging from age 14 to age 26. That had caused something to snap inside the bitch. She'd asked the overseer for a dagger, and he'd given it to her. She'd then walked up to Steve, shouted "This is for Rachel and all those other girls!" and cut his balls off! Steve still wasn't over the pain and humiliation yet.
Steve was snapped out of his reverie when he saw another demon approaching him. To Steve's horror, he realized that she bore a strong resemblance to he demon who had castrated him. "You're Steve Clarkson," she said with a furious glare. It wasn't a question.
"Y-Yeah," Steve stammered. "H-How do y-you kn-know me?!"
"I'm Lady Tenebra," the demoness glared, "but you probably know me as Rachel Church."
"Rachel Chur...?" Steve began before a fist shattered his nose.
"Yes, Rachel Church!" Rachel spat. "You know, the very first girl you raped?!"
Steve nursed his bleeding nose. "Rachel?! Rev. Church's kid?! You married a demon?!"
"As a matter of fact, I'm engaged to the Archdiablesse, the heiress to the throne of all of Hell!" Rachel said. She grabbed Steve by his shoulder and pulled his face toward hers, her claws drawing blood as they dug into his skin. "You can't hurt me anymore. That's what I wanted you to see: that you don't have power over me anymore."
"You're still mad over what happened?!" Steve gasped. "That was, like, eight years ago!"
"You really think that's something I can just forget?!" Rachel screamed, roughly slamming Steve's body against a stone wall. "For your information, I still sometimes have nightmares about you! You violated, humiliated, and beat me! And you got away with it because A, my dad hates me; B, he didn't want scandal within the congregation; and C, he thought you had Iron Knight potential! And he let you do it again and again, you sickening child molester!"
"Child molester?!" Steve choked, his face now covered with scrapes and bruises. "It's not like Emily was some four-year-old toddler or something! She was 14!"
"Doesn't matter," the overseer laughed as he enjoyed the spectacle of Steve's beatdown. "According to the laws of Heaven and Hell, a kid's a kid. And even if Emily had been 30, what you did was STILL a rape."
"Goodbye forever, Steve Clarkson," Rachel snarled. "Consider this little meeting my final fuck-you to you and my old human life!" With that, she tossed Steve's dazed body into the brimstone fire to burn.
"He had it coming," the overseer grinned. "Child rapists make turn my stomach."
"Sorry to waste one of your laborers," Rachel apologized, glancing at Steve's flaming, charred body.
"He'll regenerate," the overseer said. "All damned souls do until they've served their sentence and moved on to Heaven... which, in Steve's case, will be in 750,000 years at a bare minimum. Some serial rapists NEVER get out."
"It would take that meathead 750,000 years to get a moral lesson into his thick skull," Rachel scoffed before leaving to go find Maisy, Atargatis, and Astaroth.
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Hours later, Steve Clarkson began to regenerate his body. Still a little dazed, he felt clawed hands drag him into an alley. Still to weak to scream, all he could do was allow them to take him and hope they were somehow friendly.
"I'm an agent of Hell's secret police," said the demon. "I work for Lord Nergal. He's recruiting the souls of dead Iron Knights to aid the secret police, and he thought you might have a grudge against Rachel Church, alias Lady Tenebra."
"Yeah..." Steve nodded weakly. "I... I do."
"Good," the demon nodded. "Eventually, he'll send you to assassinate Rachel, but first he needs you to help him discover a way to resurrect his politcal ally Archduke Beelzebub."
"But won't people notice some dead human running around on secret missions?" asked Steve.
"Heh, you aren't quite as stupid as you look!" the demon laughed. "Here's the deal. Nergal's friend Lord Adrammelech (as well as several of the secret police's agents) is highly skilled in magic and can use it to disguise you as a demon. You'll be nice and unobtrusive as you help Nergal resurrect Beelzebub."
"And I'll get revenge on that Rachel Bitch in the end?" asked Steve.
"Yes," said the demon. "And you'll help us kill Lucifer himself. We have big plans for Hell."
"Then I'm in!" Steve grinned vengefully.