Chapter 2: 2. At least Satan was a choice.

Horrors compounding as she reached the gates of heaven and found it's booth served by a man, a simple glance inside told her it world be worse than any hell she could imagine, the idea of eternity surrounded by the same self righteous pricks that had dominated her life previously filled her with a rage that would never properly abate.

 

For all time she would be a name talked about in confusion as one of the only beings to ever physically accost Saint Peter, who by all accounts should not exist yet, rip her name from the books of heaven and open the gates to hell herself. Into those very gates she would jump through laughing and crying an equal measure. It took Saint Peter a comically short amount of time to recover from this and continue working.

 

As sulfur scorched her eyes from her sockets and flesh blew off her body from the force of actively jumping into hell’s atmosphere rather than be slowly dragged in she was quick to understand the unique properties that only hell possessed. It was unfinished. A child’s toy box half made by a wine soaked father. It was not a place for punishment, though it had been repurposed as such. The greatest punishment of all was doled out here, neglect.

 

So too become the denizens here, unfinished and as they regenerated to be punished the flesh followed the mind which she realized as her flesh regenerated to match her will. Spikes on her wrist ensured she would never be shackled by rabbi’s for disobedience to her husband again. Her retractable fingernails having become dagger length combustible talons ensured no man who tried to mount her would remain a man for long. The first truly sexually appealing thought she felt she’d had in her existence for a man. Her mind was free at last in hell and so unlike those who regenerated more broken each time she became stronger.

 

Before striking the ground two beautiful sails of Aubergine burst forth from her back as bone snaked its way through them and she stopped dead in the air and a female muscle structure with beautiful aubergine bat wings walked as if on steps to the ground. Pastel pink flesh had wrapped around a form utterly unlike what she was before as she made contact with the ground.

An extremely muscular and wide set female form with pastel pink skin, pert breast and buttocks if a little on the small side given her frame. Her hair still rapidly growing to mid calf length. Nipples, wings, tail, pussy, anus and hair all the same beautiful aubergine. Her eyes glowing gold and her claws and bone spikes had the same coloration. A succubus beyond compare.

 

She was the most beautiful thing in hell barring one exception.

 

She found hell to be immediately more pleasurable than heaven given it’s greatly more proportionately female populace, but these women saw themselves as broken and filthy so that is what they became.They were grotesque or depraved, Hoglah found herself most attracted to those who were filthy with their fornications. She would indulge eternally, but first she had purpose and drive the likes of which she had felt at no other time in her life.

 

She would find Satan, reignite his rebellion and kill God, she would set right the wrongs of this world, or at least wrongs she wasn’t rapidly becoming sexually obsessed with. That was a rapidly narrowing list in her new mind. Her body had not reached anywhere near the perversions of her mind. She would silently free her daughters from their bonds! So quickly she would learn she’s forgotten the first rule of being a woman in God’s kingdom. You can always lose more.

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