Helen from hell
By Devilina Huntress, subscribe to my group: https://t.me/devilinah
The story of a demon who traveled from a distant cruel world.
Update: 16/05/2023 to 1misc42

There was no light. We crawled through the ancient tunnels like blind, deaf
worms. I was covering my nose with a cloth to protect it from the horrible
stench. Peter, this lying bastard, was sobbing all the time.
- I am not guilty!.. I'm not...
- Peter! Shut up!
- I don't want to... I don't...
- Nobody forced you to spy for Nevada, right? We are at war, you, dumbass!
- Are we?..
We crawled deeper and deeper until I groped a smooth rounded stone carved into
a wall.
- Shut up! It seems like...
I touched it again - it was spherical with a slight peak resembling a nipple.
We were at the place.
- Helen, your devoted servants brought a gift for you.
A fire burst ahead and a tall woman appeared in front of us. It was Helen, our
mistress: a pair of her spiral greenish horns were shining, forming long
vertical shadows across her beautiful face. Her nicely shaped breasts were held
by a black leather tank top in such a way that the underside of her bosom was
visible from beneath. Her flat red (like the rest of her skin) belly was
covered in hellish symbols. She lazily slid her foot in black high heels
forward, waiting. I fell to my knees and kissed her toes.
- Forgive us, mistress.
- Silence, worm! Where is my gift?
I pointed at Peter. He cringed in fear, mumbling inaudibly.
- Good, mortal.
She looked at me with a mixed expression. I knew there were two souls still
fighting inside this attractive, yet monstrous female body: the good and the
evil. The Demon and Helen. One of them still loved me, staring longingly
through the eyes of the creature; another hated me as it hated all humankind.
- Thank you, - she silently whispered before stepping on Peter's neck.
- Ah!.. Please, mistress!.. Please, mercy!..
She watched him, lust and excitement firing up in her eyes. She twisted her
foot, making her new toy writhe. Crunches and cries echoed through the dungeon.
- Argh! I'm begging you! I'm begging you! Please!
She smirked and gradually applied her weight, grunting. The look of a suffering
man aroused her, made her body shake with excitement. Helen bit her lip.
- M-mph!..
She pushed harder and harder, bracing the cave walls with her trembling hand
until she finally pierced his artery with her heel. The popping sound was
followed by a burst of blood spraying across the room. She chuckled at his
attempts to stop the bleeding.
- No!
- Come on, don't be such a baby...
It was not lethal. Helen laughed, picked the man up like a puppy, and hugged
him forcefully, pushing him into her soft, hot body. After a few seconds of
silence, the absorption began: his skin, meat, and bones started to painfully
merge into her.
- Argh! Help, help, please! Guys! I'm sorry! No, let me out!
- Sh-h-h... It's going to be over soon...
Helen closed her eyes, concentrating on her pleasure. She was breathing
heavily, pressing him harder and harder into herself. She even let out a silent
moan as the man was screaming at the top of his lungs.
- Argh! A-a-argh! - his crying was becoming unintelligible as she was grunting,
puffing, rubbing against him, enjoying the last moments of her struggling prey.
- It's okay, darling... Ah... Come on... Give up...
My companion, Lee, turned away as I watched Peter succumbing to our mistress.
She caught my stare a couple of times, not minding it. After a while, they both
started to convulse violently. I assume she experienced an intense climax while
he was close to an agonizing death.
- Yeah! Die for me! Such a pure soul... Die!..
She arched her back and let out a long howl devouring him completely. Her head
was thrown back and her whole body tensed, twitching. Something flared up
inside her belly, emitting a soft light from her cryptic tattoos and her
gorgeous eyes, illuminating the cave. She stood there, stiff, like a statue.
After a few seconds, everything went silent and dark.
- Oh!.. Nothing like a righteous man for breakfast. I was so hungry this
morning!
She stroked her belly as if she had just had a meal.
- Do you know I can read his mind after the absorption?
- No, mistress.
- A moment, please...
Helen thoughtfully looked at the pull of blood on the floor and yawned.
- Hm-m... Poor Peter, he was so innocent. He didn't even realize the Area
people were watching him. And you obviously thought he was a traitor.
- Yes, mistress.
- Well, if you find more people who never sinned in their lives - bring 'em to
me. They are tasty. Now go! I'm going to digest his soul - it still tries to
fight...
She sat down on the floor and closed her eyes, eliminating what's left of
Peter.
Lee was silent on the way up. When we stepped on the soil under the sun, he
finally asked:
- Why didn't she kill you, after all?
- Didn't I tell you the story?.. Well, listen...

Before all this war-with-Nevada thing and waking up of the demons Helen was a
regular college student, and so was I. We were both bullied a lot in high
school, so eventually, we became friends. There was nothing intimate between us
at the time but I admit, I always admired her cute face and curvaceous body.
Once after a long experiment in the lab, we were coming home a little late. It
was a warm summer evening, and we went afoot instead of taking a bus.
- I'm quite hungry. You?
- I don't know, Frank. Everything is closed - it's 11 already.
- Come on, I know one place...
There was a Mexican bar down the street. I remembered there were tacos on the
menu - on those pages at the end that nobody ever read. Helen wanted to fill
her stomach so much she agreed with no questions. Soon we arrived.
Dim yellowish lights were emanating from the windows. We entered the warm misty
room with fat grease on the walls. The stench of sweaty drunkards already made
me want to puke; surprisingly, there were only a couple of guys barely keeping
their consciousness.
- What are you going to drink, amigo? - asked the bartender masterfully
juggling the glasses.
- One beer and a number five, please.
- And your companera? - he nodded at Helen.
She was still thinking, not sure if she is bold enough to eat there.
- Do you have soup?
- A soup? - he perked up grabbing the bowl and bringing forward a big, smelly
pot, - tonight we serve the Soup, not your regular broth-and-carrots, this is
for the bravest souls. It's called "El Diabolo"; do you know what it means?
Huh, fellow Americans? It means, "the Devil".
During his speech, the bartender managed to pour the soup into the bowl, add
some spice, cut an onion, potatoes, and an unidentified blob of meat, and put
the slices in the bubbling boiling stew. Helen hesitated for a moment but
hunger took its toll - she accepted the meal.
- This one is complementary, - the bartender grinned. His eyes were mad.
I swear, that bad soup had an ominous aura of some sort. It was surrounded by a
venomous green glow.
- Alright, - she smiled stupidly and dipped her spoon into the thick of a dense
viscous mash.
- Careful! It might be hot.
- Hm... Yeah... I like the hot stuff, though!
She was eating the soup rather fast as I savored my beer, slightly worried for
her stomach. I wondered if tomorrow she wakes up in a hospital with a peptic
ulcer - if only I knew this late dinner is going to have much, much worse
consequences. But it was fine then. It's only... Her eyes slightly changed
after the soup, becoming dreamy and cloudy. The bartender grinned, stretching
his carnivorous maw from one ear to another, staring at her. I vaguely remember
the rest of the evening.
For the next couple of days, Helen was acting strangely: she was stalking me;
every time I stepped up to her she was blushing and running away. Something was
wrong.
I couldn't help her so I got used to it, spending more time with my dudes,
drinking booze, and such.
One morning we were at the cafeteria and Sam was kicking my stuff like he
always does. Do you know Sam? He was bullying me since high school, and this
was okay - I got used to this kind of behavior and expected it from him. Helen
was there too, frowning at the noisy bastard.
- Frank! Hey, Frank! Suck my balls, Frank!
- Yeah, yeah...
- I'm kicking your stuff, yo.
- Blast you, moron.
Then at the lunch, Helen finally came up to me to say hi.
- Hey, Hel. Are you OK?
- Hello. Am I what? Why do you ask?
- I don't know, I'm just worried about you.
- Well, you shouldn't. Why a man such as you should take insults from this
joker? - she pointed at Sam. I was flattered, quite frankly.
- He means no harm, it's just his thing...
- Nevermind. Watch - I'm going to teach him a lesson.
She walked to Sam, picked up his bag, and threw it away. She looked at him,
smirking provokingly while he was just sitting there dumbfounded for a couple
of seconds. The man was so shocked he just stood up and walked away to pick up
his property. Helen whispered something and stealthily spat in his glass of
milk - nobody saw this but me. I was stunned at her insolence. She grabbed my
hand and led me away. We sat at a distant table.
- What was that? Hel?
- Don't worry. Watch! He is going for it.
Sam was confused. He looked for us in the crowd but soon returned to his table
and drank some milk. After a couple of gulps, he dropped the glass which
shattered against the floor. He clutched at his chest as a loud morbid scream
came out of his mouth. Everyone stepped back as he crouched on the floor,
vomiting.
- Help me!.. He-help!..
He was rolling on the floor in horrible pain. After a few seconds, I noticed
his stomach was growing very fast. He was spewing gallons of hot evaporating
black liquid; Helen was looking at him harshly.
- What the?..
- It's me, Frank. Oh... I'm doing this to him...
His giant stomach was already ripping his shirt. It was stretching impossibly
thin as black liquid, visible through transparent skin, was almost tearing him
apart from inside.
- Yes... Feel the pain... You, bastard, - Helen was whispering, alluringly
touching her chest and pressing her breasts together. It was as if she was
aroused, gasping for air in amusement.
Sam was already half-conscious and didn't understand what was happening to him,
screaming and vomiting constantly. Helen sighed sexually with her hands
quivering, and looked directly into my eyes:
- This was your wish, Frank. Don't turn away.
Finally, Sam squealed and exploded into a big crimson cloud, spraying
unfortunate bystanders with his insides. Everybody panicked. Helen passed out.
The same evening she came to my flat.
- Can I come in?
I nodded. After I made us some coffee she finally spoke:
- Frank? I need to explain something.
- What?
- It was me. I killed Sam.
- Bullshit. You weren't even close to him when it happened, Helen. Stop fucking
with me, my friend just died.
- He wasn't your friend. And I'm not Helen.
- The fuck are you talking about?
She sipped some coffee and sighed.
- I came from another world.
She glanced at me, waiting for a reaction. I raised my brow.
- Well, it was a cruel world, where such brutality is accepted. Now I
understand it's different here, despite all the things they show on television.
- Are you nuts?
- It doesn't matter. The question is: are you pleased with what I've done?
- Blowing up my buddy with your spit?
- Mhm.
- Are you serious?
- Mhm.
- Get outta here.
- That means no?
- Get out! Out!
She left me, genuinely offended and confused.
For a couple of months the incident was on everyone's tongue, but as time went
on people started to question their memories. The brutality of Sam's death was
downplayed, and eventually, people switched to other topics. Helen was back to
normal; we talked about Sam once but she didn't remember anything.
Anyway, there was another late job in the lab, and we were, again, coming home
together.
We were close to our homes when suddenly, a group of thugs appeared from the
shadows and blocked the alley. The guy from the bar was among them:
- Ha-ha! We've got a special meal for you tonight... Death! A-ha-ha!
We were surrounded.
- Don't hurt me, no! - Helen crouched and cried.
- We don't want you, we want him! - the bartender pointed at me. The bandits
pushed a giant pot of bubbling greenish stew in front of me.
- Eat, you scum.
I didn't manage to even realize when they pushed my face into the pot. I
couldn't get out, shutting my eyes and mouth so keeping this demonic broth out
of my body. I shook violently as they were holding me down, laughing.
- Help! Please, help! - I was screaming into the pot for what seemed to be an
eternity until something pulled me out.
I stood up. There was Helen in her demonic form, with horns, red skin, and
black eyes. She was larger - her shirt now was stretching over her giant
breasts and jeans were torn, revealing fragments of her red flesh. She was
holding me by the neck. I fell.
The bandits attacked us, hitting Helen from every direction. They punched and
stabbed her furiously as she was trying to push them off.
- No! Frank, they're hurting me!
The bartender pulled me away with unnatural force.
- Watch her! - he shouted in my ear.
Helen realized the attacks don't deal any damage to her new demonic body.
- Wow! Frank, look! I look neat!
She appreciated her height and invincibility, gazing at her new powerful body
in disbelief.
- Get back, you, shitheads!
She gradually gained some confidence, clumsily kicking the bandits with her
giant legs. They laughed at her, easily averting her sluggish strikes.
- Back off! Back off!
They finally cornered her. She was confused and afraid, covering her partially
exposed breasts.
- I said: back off!
She punched one of the thugs - his face exploded into small pieces from the
impact. The men were shocked, the bartender's laughter echoed in the silence.
- I'm doubling the payment! Kill her!
Men hesitated until one of them screamed, running at Helen with a knife. She
grabbed the man and shoved him between her massive hips, pressing on his neck
with her powerful muscles. He yelled in awe, striving to set himself free.
- She's got Dave!
- You bitch!
- Boys, I mean you no harm. I will let you go, just leave me alone!
They attacked her desperately. She barely blocked their feeble strikes,
grunting, and wheezing, focusing on Dave. She tensed her legs trying to crush
the skull of her victim. It was difficult, but something forced her to do this.
I noticed her hard nipples and heavy breathing - she was getting off from this
execution.
- U-uph... M-m-m... Please, stop distracting me...
She licked her lips and started to thrust her hips, grinding the man's head
with her crotch. He was screaming in terror and she, concentrating on the
rhythm, managed to fight back the attackers.
- Guys... I just need Dave!.. Go away!
She picked up the most aggressive one by his hair and punched him - his chest
caved in, bursting into a swarm of meaty bits.
- Oh yes!..
After dropping the body she grabbed another one's head and popped it with a
flick of her fingers.
- Yes! More! More!.. - she cried, beating the third man to a pulp with her
bloody fist.
- Fuck! Stop!..
The survivors ran away, the bartender disappeared and Helen could finally focus
on Dave. The poor man was almost dead; his head was swaying lifelessly between
her thrusting hips. She abruptly ripped her jeans, revealing her stretched,
nearly transparent, black panties. I came closer:
- Helen...
- Shut up, Frank! - she replied, continuing raping Dave.
- Is that you, Helen?
- What are you, fucking blind?.. Oh yeah, that's it...
She accelerated, her muscles tensed even more, almost tearing his head off. She
finally managed to fix his head and joyfully smothered him with her almost bare
pussy.
- Oh, oh, oh...
- Helen, let him go, please!
- Shut the fuck up! God... So good...
Helen shut her eyes, sucking her bloody fingers dry and holding him there,
pushing him into her more and more. He was barely alive and still tried to
fight, flapping his hands. I was just watching her, shocked while she was
humping him for a good five minutes until his head slipped with a loud crack.
She stood up, confused - the man's neck was strangely twisted. He was
convulsing.
- No! Not now, you shit!
- Helen, stop!
- Why are you still here Frank?
- He's still alive! Let him go!
- Fuck Dave! He deserves it!
- No!
- Okay. What do you suggest?
I looked at Dave. He was in excruciating pain, moaning painfully with his
broken throat.
- Shit, he's a mess. Just finish him off.
- Hm-m... You know what, Frank? I'm going to do it. Not a bad idea.
She stood above him, her hips on both sides of his neck. She pulled his head to
her mound, pressing him tightly to her swollen groin, looking into his eyes
dominantly, harshly.
- Ah-h, watch, Frank. You wanted this.
She slightly squeezed her hips together, pressing on his neck, throat, and
skull. He twitched even more with each loud intrinsic crack.
- Feels so good, crushing him there, sensing him squirm beneath me...
She tensed a bit more, crushing something in Dave's neck, deforming it.
- A-a-ah... - she gasped, kneading her giant bosom, pinching it, accompanied by
loud cracks under her excited, moist pussy.
- This is it... This is it! I feel it! Yes! Yes! I'm coming, I'm...
She squeezed, again and again, shaking and screaming from pleasure, crushing
the man beneath until his head exploded into a mess with her eyes firing up
from the orgasm.
- Wow! Phew!.. That was fantastic. Thanks, Frank!

- So, you're her friend, right?
- Yes, that's the story. The next week Helen declared herself the ruler of
Arizona, and the US government put a bounty on her head. The Area agents proved
themselves to be the most diligent of all, so she declared war on Nevada.
That's why we are not at war with the whole USA. She tried to be diplomatic.
Lee scratched his head.
- There must be a way to divide their souls.
- I know, right? And then what? Kill Helen and her demon?
- I don't know, Frank.
- Okay. Let's just find a way to lure the demon out of his physical form. Then
we will decide what to do with them.
 
We spent the next night in the library, searching through the old books.
Finally, Lee discovered something interesting:
- I found it! Frank, come here!
It was an ancient scroll made out of yellowish leather.
- It says here we can defeat her if we put this scroll inside of her.
- How?
- We can set it in a sacrifice. She eats it, she gets the scroll.
Me and Lee, being slaves to our mistress, had some duties; including bringing
her fresh souls to consume. Every day we had to lure unfortunate men like Peter
into Helen's lair.
- She sees you a friend, Frank. She won't eat you - I will do it. Just bring me
to her.
- No!
Lee shoved the scroll into his throat and swallowed it quickly.
- This is our only hope - he said with his mouth full of leather.
A tear ran down his cheek. I knew he was right and nodded.
- Your death will be avenged, Lee.
- Thank you, brother.

The next day we, again, crawled through the dungeon, only this time we were
alone. Soon our mistress appeared, greeting us with an arrogant facial
expression.
- What is the meaning of this?
- Forgive us, mistress! We didn't find any gifts for you tonight. I beg you,
accept Lee as a sacrifice!
- You, worm. Lee, come closer!
He stepped to her. Helen was more looking hotter than usual: lingerie made of
black ribbons covered her nipples, private parts, and lines of her sensitive
skin around. She looked into his eyes, squinting.
- Why do you want to be devoured? Aren't you scared?
- I'm tired of living in this world, mistress.
- Really? You hate me this much?
- No, I didn't...
- Don't lie!
- Yes, I'm tired of living... And of serving you, my mistress. Mercy, please!
Destroy me! I beg you!
- Ah, such a hatred. I appreciate this, my young acolyte. Okay, I'm going to
fulfill your request. Lie down. And you, Frank... Watch.
We obeyed. Helen was, as always, was eager to perform the execution, fondling
her laps. After teasing Lee for a minute with light touches of her toes, she
footed on his pelvis using all her weight with a loud crunch.
- A-argh!
- You are a worthless piece of shit...
She was twisting her foot, torturing him, and feeling delightful tingling in
her lower regions.
- You are going to regret this, Lee, my boy... Yeah, you will regret it... But
it was your choice.
She looked down at him in a triumphant manner, spreading out her massive toes
impatiently. She was playing with him, alternating pressing on screaming Lee
and lifting her foot
- Poor little boy, - she licked her lips, - why do you hate me so much? Tell
me, and I will end this quickly.
Helen was crushing Lee with her seemingly cushy yet massive foot, frowning,
trying to concentrate on his pain. She ripped his clothes with her black
toenails, leaving scars and bruises on his tormented body, then continued to
press, feeling his weak little body squashing easily under her weight.
- The same goes for you, Frank. Want to save your friend from unnecessary pain
- tell me, why did you bring me Lee instead of a proper sacrifice.
She leaned back her head and closed her eyes, sighing, reveling in his screams.
Something was cracking beneath her foot, and with each sound and each new
pitting, she arched her back a little, swiveling out of pleasure, pushing her
foot deeper and deeper, testing his feeble body.
- Oh yeah, sweetie, stay for a while... I want to try something...
Her foot fired with black flame. Lee cried in horrible pain - the flame was
devouring his flesh, eating away slabs of his flesh.
- Argh! Kill me! Please, for the love of God!
- There is no love for any God here, stupid... Didn't you see my horns?
Ha-ha... - she murmured, deforming her tortured prey.
- Helen, please... - I whispered.
- You know the rules! - she looked at me cruelly, - tell me your secret, and he
will die quickly.
- There is no secret! I swear!
She spat into my eyes, continuing to torture Lee.
- Tell her, Frank! I can't!.. I...
- Go figure! There is a secret after all! Tell me, you, little shit!
She gripped Lee by the throat and lifted him, to the cave ceiling, almost
ripping off his Adam's apple.
- The scroll... I swallowed the scroll...
He was bleeding and spewing blood.
- What kind of scroll?
- That is going to split you apart... Back... Now... Kill me...
- No. You deserve punishment. I'm not doing it.
- No! No-o-o!
His eardrum-tearing screams were choked by the scalding flame, blasting out of
her hand right into his horrified face. Helen moaned, starting to feel a warm
pleasure taking her over again.
- Are you watching, Frank?.. Huh?.. Answer me, you pathetic worm!
- Yes, mistress.
- Then listen carefully... I'm not killing him... Yeah... I'm going to absorb
his liquefied body and hold it in me, keeping his soul within it... That's
right... So he feels every bit of pain he deserves. And this is your fault.
- You're nuts! Helen, stop it!
- Ha-ha-ha!
She continued to drain Lee, twitching and moaning as her belly was slowly
growing, becoming tight and spherical. I wanted to run away but it was
pointless. I just stared at her, devouring my friend.
- Yeah, that's it...
She started to touch herself, stroking and kneading her expanding stomach and
bosom. She was feeling her belly gradually expanding, filling up with hot
viscous liquid, containing Lee's soul. His shrinking body was still twitching
in her mighty grip. It didn't even look like a human anymore.
- Oh, Frank, if only you knew...
She bit her lip and cried pitifully, begging for a climax. Lee fired up,
evaporating momentarily, and Helen felt a fresh influx of his warm, tasty
essence inflating her giant heated abdomen and gently expanding the sensitive
skin just next to her excited demonic notch.
- Ah! What a pleasure...
The flame went out. She ravenously licked the bloodstains off of her hand,
growling predatorily. She was stroking her tingling belly with her free hand,
descending lower and lower, down.
- Fuck... Do you hear him screaming, Frank?.. M-m... Do you hear him begging
for death? Do you?
She came close to me, grabbed me by the shoulder, and pressed me into her soft,
hot, round belly.
- There is your friend, Frank... Yeah... You don't hear him, but he cries
spiritually... I'm going to torture him for ages, keeping him here... It's
making me so fucking wet...
She pushed me down, and, when I turned back to her, she was sitting down on my
lap in her smaller, regular human-size form. She was so hot, even with her huge
inflated belly. I was hard already.
- I want you, Frank... Fu-uck, I want you so much...
She looked at me longingly, with eternal sadness in her ancient, wise eyes. I
couldn't turn away from her stunning face. She moved closer, pulling my dick
out with her trembling hands.
- My knight, my hero...
She was taunting me, rubbing against me with her mound, stretching, pinching,
squeezing her warm, aching tummy. I touched it too - she smiled at me. It was
tight and solid, filled up to the limit. I couldn't take my hands off.
- Satisfy your mistress. Now.
I nodded and lifted her gently, then slowly impaled her on my giant throbbing
cock, firmly entering her narrow cunt. She gasped surprisingly, then bit her
lip, lustfully peering into my eyes. Her packed vagina was clutching my dick
with unnatural force, gushing gallons of lube.
- Sorry I tortured your friend... I couldn't resist Helen.
- Who are you? Demon?
- Yes... It's me. For now.
She started to ride me, fast and harshly, accompanied by her guttural moans and
rough slaps. She gathered a handful of her juice and smudged it on my face. I
even licked it from her hand - it was so tasty and sweet. She pushed her finger
into my mouth - I sucked it, basking every drop of her nectar. I felt the
orgasm coming, my pulsating cock was ready to burst. She kissed me with her
tasty, soft lips.
- Relax, Frank, - she whispered, before licking my ear, - He's not coming back.
Forget him.
She hugged me tightly, forcefully pressing me to the ground so I couldn't move.
I was twitching, clenching my teeth, feeling the upcoming orgasm. I was ready
to explode. She smiled:
- Oh, poor Frank. It's the worst, isn't it?
- Yes... Mistress...
- Okay, now I want to talk...
- Please...
- Silence!
She was moving extremely slowly enough to drive me crazy. I couldn't cum or
chill, edging. I was in Hell.
- I'm not Helen. I'm her demon, Frank. You see, we still fight over this body -
right now I am in control.
- Please, let me cum... I can't...
- Yes, about that... You see, I came here to destroy this world. The first step
to Armageddon is to give birth to a demonic child. If you come, I won't be able
to stop it.
- Why do you... Ah... Let me choose?
- I see something in you... Maybe it's... I don't know... Something you call
love?
I could swear she blushed, turning even redder.
- So?
- I... I...
She looked at me dominantly. I couldn't stand this anymore.
- I want to cum! Yes! Yes! Yes!..
- As you wish... My master.
She slid down on my cock shortly and it exploded, filling her tight belly with
my hot semen. She was somehow pumping it out of me, sucking me dry with her
demonic pussy.
- Alright... Now to this other business.
She stood up and started to squeeze her tummy, making it smaller and smaller,
until Lee was no more.
- And now, the splitting of souls, at last...
The light fired up in the cave, almost blinding me, and two female bodies
appeared: Helen and the demon, both naked. The demon was in her giant form.
- Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I hate you all! You ruined it, you morons! -
Helen was screaming hysterically, running towards me. The demon stopped her:
- No. Don't touch him.
- I'm gonna fucking kill you two!
- I'm so tired of you, Helen. Leave.
- You, bitch! You stole my body!
- I am the ruler of this world, and your body already belongs to me. In fact...
The demon stepped on Helen, smashing her and splattering her blood all over the
cave.
- Well, maybe this whole Apocalypse-thing can wait. Huh, Frank?
- Sure, mistress, whatever you say.
- Great. Now stay with me and massage my back, please, it hurts like Hell...

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