Compared to Hell, perhaps this place was more like Hell at times.
And since you had summoned Hell, you ought to understand...
His hand stroked the head of the woman pleasuring him with such excited frenzy, so tenderly, as he watched the reveling cultists torment the people in the cages with abandon.
His fingers gently caressed the ends of her hair.
Like a lover bestowing his affection...
Crack-
The sharp snap of breaking bone.
The eyes of the woman eagerly pleasuring him instantly went blank. Her neck had been effortlessly twisted ninety degrees, and before any expression could even appear on her face, her body slumped limply to the floor.
Everyone in the hall who witnessed it was shaken, and the raucous revelry rapidly quieted.
As though they had never imagined it possible.
Their High Priest, who had been pleasuring him, had just had her neck snapped.
"Sorry."
Lynn took his Tails out of his system space. As he dressed, he covered his crotch and gave a smile tinged with pain:
"I misjudged my strength. She nearly tore my [beep-] off. She was biting far too hard."
The surrounding cultists stared stiffly at the scene.
Yes.
Their priest had been killed just that easily.
But their astonishment lasted only a moment. With that kindly expression still on Lynn's face, their shock never turned into fear. Instead, it became greater excitement and intensely sick fervor, and after that brief silence, they once again drove the atmosphere to a jubilant climax.
"Death!!"
"Death!!"
Because this matched all their fantasies about creatures from Hell even better!
Chaotic and evil, powerful and twisted, treating human lives like dirt!
Perhaps some trivial matter was enough for them to take a life without any reason. Those so-called social structures, those so-called ranks and positions, could only