His round face shape had taken on a sharper jawline, his eyes more harsh. There was a mustache on his upper lip and a noticeable bulge in the pants. However the attitude stayed and gave him away the first time he opened his mouth.

“What the fuck are you looking at, shitbag?” Eira said his voice deeper than before. This was a somewhat unexpected reunion, Gadraek was unable to get away from what he wanted and they had almost lost themselves to the indigo bar. Eira was standing there defiant, not only of them but of this place. Unless there’s something I’m missing here. Agazuul thought, the idea beginning to make him uneasy. Gileon went in for a hug, unable to contain himself.

“I didn’t think…after Gadraek…I’m so glad…” Gileon sobbed embracing Eira whether it was to grieve the loss of Gadraek by proxy or because Gileon truly cared for Eira that was uncertain. There was something certain however as Gileon’s bone golem fell apart. It was exactly certain that what was behind the double doors had already gotten its claws in Eira. Gileon’s body fell down, his spilled blood colored the hall a too familiar red.

“Is this retribution? Do you feel good after having done that?” Lixiss asked, the threat implied was obvious enough.

“We were so close, why him? You were mad at any one of us and all of us, not him?!” Carl shouted, confused by the whole situation. It was clear to Agazuul, a bargain had been struck. One that Eira couldn’t possibly refuse. He couldn’t say he wouldn’t have taken the bargain, one that’d grant his deepest desire. Agazuul couldn’t let this stand either, another ally gone. Gileon had been his to protect, it was a promise he’d never verbally agreed to but one he had made in his heart. He had failed that. Gadraek and Gileon were taken from him, both by the same entity. The one waiting behind that door. Lixiss had rushed over to Gileon, hoping she could heal his wounds and they did close but out of her mouth came those horrible words.

“He’s dead.” such simple words to carry such gravitas. The flames grew white hot, the hall carpet seared beneath his feet. The wooden walls turned black as he took steps towards Eira who seemed to lose corporealness with every step he took. Before Agazuul’s heat could even reach him, Eira was gone. Leaving behind only a strange knife. The knife was inscribed with demonic runes.

“That’s why my healing did nothing…” Lixiss said as if that was enough explanation.

“I am going to end whatever is behind that door.” Agazuul said determined.

“I’ve seen both of you have learned much in our time apart.” Lixiss said, her words coming with a warmth that steeled Agazuul.

“Let’s put an end to this once and for all.” Carl said, sounding more determined than he ever had. Behind the double door they saw quite the sight. A luxurious throne room with six pillars sculpted to depict humanoids of all kinds embracing each other's bodies; each body different and unique, two grotesque demonic statues next to a halfmoon pool that stood before the throne; and the throne in question was more of a bed with an endless sea of high quality silk. The Demonic Duke of Debauchery had paid them no mind as they entered as he was quite busy pleasuring a devilborn, a godblood, a sasquin and an aquagena while getting his ass eaten out by a dwarf. Next to the ‘throne’ stood a green devilborn, a smile upon his face, his eyes containing none of the lust that Scortas and his followers of indulgence seemed to share with one another. Agazuul momentarily found himself distracted by seeing a set of genitals he had never seen before; intersex so often discriminated against in society but here wild and free. None seem to be here against their will; some I must admit are better off because of it. This is the duke of indulgence, of vices and of freedom for those sexually oppressed. He was something else as well, something that immediately allowed Agazuul to see past the idea of the freedom he gave; he was Arathorn Sylgolor.

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“I thought you were…how?” Lixiss said, taking Agazuul by surprise. Scortas picked up the pace and synchronized their orgasms as they finished; he stood up from the bed and patted the androgynous dwarf on the head. He wiped some of the ejaculate of the sasquin from his lips and swallowed the rest before he spoke.

“You’ve finally made it. Do you like what I’ve done to the place? Orcus left this place so dull…” Scortas said as he made his way around the pool before continuing.

“You knew I was involved and you thought, what? That I’d been an easy thing to overcome? Even if you defeat me, or hells…kill me! What will you have left when you return? That attack, right at the moment you left? That was me!” Lixiss was visually sweating. She knew of his involvement and said nothing? What else was she holding back? Scortas had indigo skin, bright blue eyes and long wavy black hair, the body of an athlete strong and toned.

“I know what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to set us up against one another!” Carl shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Scortas.

“Oh no, now I’ll have to use glamor magic instead. Oh woe be upon me.” Scortas replied with sarcasm so thick it would’ve set Gadraek to foolish anger. As Scortas took his first steps into the pool to make a shortcut of going over towards them, Agazuul had made his decision. A quick cut across his arm gave enough blood for the spell, transmuting it to become a miniature storm. A dark cloud held between two hands Agazuul sent it out, electrifying the water Scortas walked in.

“You’ll regret doing that.” Scortas said, as fire and the smell of brimstone replaced his form. The humanoids which Scortas had taken to pleasuring were making their way quickly to the main door. As Agazuul traced the room for any sign of Scortas he saw there were six small doors. The two statues next to the pool transmuted into two large demons; there stood wrath made flesh garnet red skin, leathery wings, hoofs instead of feet, two large horns upright and curling away from one another, dual wielding maces and covered in spiked armor. The other was Demise&Devotion fiery orange skin, large wings that could wrap their body thrice, hands where feet ought to be, two heads, a skull codpiece and wearing nothing else, in one hand a staff of intertwining snakes with a skull at the end and in the other hand a macuahuitl; a wooden club with several embedded obsidian blades.

The green devilborn who had been overlooking the fight flung a powerful torpefying spell Agazuul’s way, sending him down on his knees.

They were tired, they were against impossible odds and Agazuul could barely get back up due to his strength being drained due to that spell, and yet.

“You think that’s enough to stop me?” Agazuul said, standing up defiantly, nodding his thanks towards Lixiss who had a hand on his shoulder.