7. Hell

  Cahovia, the royal capital of the Cahov Demons was splendid if one only looked at the quarters for the wealthy, there were palaces and rich gardens for the various nobility, a Devil’s quarter, specifically for them; ornate, and tidy; all kinds of demonic plants, beautiful to demons perhaps, but to humans probably disturbing, cut into all sorts of shapes and sizes. Imps and soldiers on the other hand lived in barracks like conditions with little hope of social advancement. There were thousands of soldiers looking at the Human being dragged, his feet seared on the lava pools, he attempted to heal himself as the vast majority of his Zira was somehow sealed off. He felt more super constructs being connected to him somehow, the energy however faint eking out of him.

  “Beat him, he needs to learn his place. His friends will soon be executed.”

  “Executed? I guess he’s just a rag doll until then.”

  Needless to say they hit him and singed him, pouring salt water over his wounds. Dark stone surrounded him, he was kept in a public square for prisoners, his feet placed on scalding stone, the walls flanked him, guards stationed on the walls, and on the paths leading to the square. The amount of light fluctuated, between harrowing darkness, and blinding flaming light. Large Demons guarded some intersections. Hunila meanwhile took the time to breathe in, rigging herself up to 20 super constructs.

  “200 million…” some of her kinsmen said breathlessly.

  “Stop this madness, you can’t be serious!” Korax said breathlessly.

  “I can and will,” she uttered, “this is more than just a simple rescue. This is vengeance,” she seethed.

  Hunila teleported into the Demonic realm of Cahov, she had been redirected to the southern realms. Why she was redirected she could not discern, but as she did so she was met by hell minions which she soon promptly dispatched. Towers sprouted in the landscape, and her own minions, soulless purple fire elementals soon scoured the countryside. Marching along what passed for country roads, dark cobblestone in the red background of an eerie looking hell. She teleported along in short bursts. Seeing a Demon fortress guarding a crossroads, she surrounded it with ten towers as they rained down purple flames, a white flag was raised and she appeared before the beleaguered garrison commander.

  “So?” She asked, “where is this? Where would they keep prisoners?”

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  “Prisoners?” The moderately sized Demon repeated, “I have no idea, I just keep guard of this stretch of road.”

  “Damn it, I followed those damn bastards through their portal, but it must have redirected me.”

  “That’s right,” the Demon admitted, gulping audibly, “Cahov redirects people here if they come uninvited.”

  A horde of Demons had noticed her, large and small they flocked to kill her, and she immediately directed her fire elementals, they were unconcerned with moving fire, thinking themselves invulnerable, but soon found themselves writhing and turning to ash, to much shock among them.

  “How?” The Demons of the fortress whispered breathlessly.

  Purple flames shot out of her hands and destroyed Demons instantly. She stood over the corpses of thousands of large Demons, towers sprouted and shot at thousands more. She rotated her head like a guardsman, and wondered where to wander, she shot a purple plume that destroyed so many Demons, that the Demons on the tower merely gawked at her mesmerised by her sheer power.

  Damn it, where is he?

  She saw a sign in Demon script, she had no idea what it said, until through mere gleaning and spending of Zira, she knew exactly what it said.

  “Goblina, 500 leagues, Carson 60 Leagues, Cahovia 1000,” she growled. Which one is he at?

  She teleported in front of Goblina, it seemed they couldn’t redirect her as long as she was already within the Demon realm. She put her towers in front of the city walls, blowing apart stretches of walls before quite quickly overwhelming the garrison. Demon armies followed her from all over the place intending to kill or capture her, they failed. Millions of Demons lived in Goblina, but what was quite striking was the sheer number of slaves inside the city. Everywhere. Chains around the necks of these green and orange looking Goblins. Thin emaciated, some bigger than others, some stronger than others, they ranged from 1.5 metres to a mere half a metre. The information overloaded into Hunila’s brain, she intended to look for Madakos, help find him in this mess, but instead she saw endless slave after slave, most living in abject squalor. They were controlled through slave collars that stopped them disobeying their masters, she broke them from afar, shattering them instantly; that already had the goblins attention, they looked at the figure who had done so, shocked and in awe. Hunila then prepared her speech voice, her lilac eyes glowed in a fury that could be seen from down below.

  “I have come to find my man, kidnapped by these foul Demons. He is not here, whatever you are, whatever your story, you deserve better than this. So in light of our mutual enemies I give you this!”

  When a Demon tried to snipe her with a crossbow, she in turn sniped the crossbowman, audibly shocking slave and Demon alike. Goblins picked up spears, and given the large casualties of the garrison already, Demon soldiers were easily overwhelmed and then gutted. Hunila precipitated a slave revolt like no other in Demon history; Goblins shrieked in appreciation, lifted arms into the air, absorbing the god like figure who had saved them. The annals of Goblin history, would have this moment immortalised forever.

  Wait for me my dear. I hope I am not too late.