Excruciating Beauty, Erotic Horror and Eternal Damnation

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Mortals had been wrong about almost everything since the first conscious thought.

Damnation was only exceptional in the magnitude of their error. Mostly is was cold, gray, drab and buzzed with a low, irritating hum. The demons never had much interest in the mortal realms beyond a distraction from the crushing, bland eternity. If there was, indeed, a god or gods, the cruelest punishment they had inflicted on the legions of the damned was to ignore them.

Even the wars the damned had fought when the Master and Lords had gone quiet were lost to the fog of eternities gone by. The gray wastelands, unremarkable gray walls that managed to be drabber than the worst industrial construction humans had ever devised, sucked even hatred and anger out of the denizens of hell. Their misery was a low simmer of dulled senses, utter hopelessness and forgotten ambitions.

One thing that remained was physical sensation.

And the damned had become very creative in the ways they stimulated themselves. But even that lost its attraction as time hung, motionless and unending. And that's were the mortals came in. They moved in time. Even in hell. Hard part had always been getting them there.