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Make The Devil Cry (Fine Day In Hell 9)

Benny and I were taken into the land of the Hisskans, on the edge of the Under-City. Hisskan were cruel & violent servants of Demonias, whose scaley bodies rippled with muscle and sinew, and whose heads split with the maw of a lizard. Their eyes were beady and as black as their hearts.
I was close now.
“How can I be the key? I just got here,”
“Demonias takes his pleasure on The Hunt. Out of the millions of souls he governs, less than a thousand of us serve him as The Hunted.”
“I don’t think I like that sound of that,”
“It beats the alterative of being the kindling for His fires!” I smiled sardonically, enjoying the fear on Benny’s face far too much, “The Hunted are honored here, the untouchables. For to deny Demonias The Hunt is to bring down your own pain and suffering the likes of which you cannot imagine.” My heart sored with pride at that moment, and i could feel my chin and my lips tighten. “I will miss it,”
“The Torture? you are crazier than i thought!!” said Benny.
“No, Serving Him!”

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