On the first night

Once the formalities were over, it was time for the actual ceremony to start. Unlike on earth, this one was more intimate.

Basil opened the door of his private quarters. It was an 8-room apartment with two bedrooms, a large bathroom with a hot tub and most importantly – doors that she could unlock at any time.

Obtaining tradition, Basil lifted his bride over the porch and took her in. She looked around, seeing all of their wedding gifts stacked chaotically in the middle of the living room. The party was over, but the night was not. A guest waited in the main bedroom. A very important guest. Cassandra took a deep breath and proceeded to the bathroom. There, still dressed in the elegant bridal dress and with heavy make-up, she squatted to pull a cloth from her ass. It was dirty with fecal matter clearly visible. She held it up with only two fingers, with her face contorted in disgust. Carefully, she found the most smeared part and wiped it over her white, shiny teeth. Rubbing her fingers over it, she placed them on the inner side of her fangs, gagging as she accidentally touched her tongue. The smell alone was unbearable. Once done, she took a good look in the mirror and exhaled seductively with her mouth wide open.

Stepping outside, she went down the hallway into the bedroom, while her husband sat in the living room, going through the presents. The large red devil waited on the bed, slouching as the bride cautiously entered.

"Your demonic majesty, it is my honor to be here," she said with her head humbly hanging. The overlord of hell glanced at her and looked away solemn.

"Is something the matter? Do I not please you?" she said sweetly and timidly. She had gathered much information, learning a lot about him. She believed she had an idea what traits he looked fondly on. And being a dumb, naive bimbo was high on the list.

Letting out a deep sigh, that seemed like it was coming from the depths of a hallow plane, he uttered, "It is not that. Today was wonderful. So much anguish and despair. Oh, I can still hear their wallowing in my head."

With tiny steps, Cassandra approached, sitting beside the bed, looking up at him like a rescue puppy. "Would you like me to cry for you?"

The prince of darkness raised his upper lip iffy. "No, if I wanted that, your skin would already be shredded with tiny cuts."

"Oh," the girl lowered her head.

"The reason for my sad state is the loss of my beloved Big Bertha. As a joke, I agreed to the bet. However, if I knew that you would actually defeat such a magnificent creature, I would have never agreed."

"I-"

He raised his hand, demanding silence.

"It came as a devastating surprise. She was truly an artist in her craft. Even in life, I could see the talent. That woman could torture humans like no other. It opened doors, other women of her time could not even imagine," he declared, remembering her in her real life.

Bertha, looking much like she did in hell, marched through the dull hallways in an old-fashioned military uniform. Passing by narrow doors, she could hear the men being beaten. The prisoners of war pleaded with the guards for the torture to stop only to be struck down even harder. She walked through one entrance and sat down at a wooden office desk. There were three other men in the room. Two guards dressed in black and one prisoner whose hands were shackled to the ceiling with a pair of thin handcuffs. Blood poured from his shattered nose all the way down to his stripped pajama-like uniform as he dangled like a piece of meat.

"Has the prisoner talked?" she asked sternly getting her notebooks out of the back to make notes.

"No Ma'am. We have tried everything. The man is either clueless or has iron will."

Bertha gave him a sinister glare.

"Or you are not doing your job correctly. Stop hitting him in the head! You may dislocate his jaw and he will truly not be able to speak. Go for the knees. We'll see if that will loosen his tongue. Understand?"

"Yes, Madam Bone Breaker!" the guards saluted, obeying her order. Their supervisor watched calmly with a pen over her notebook as the man screamed in agony.

The mayor of Helltown concluded. "Now she is only a consciousness, trapped in the mind of a pitiful human soul. That is what happens when someone consumes one's insides, you know."

"Oh," she uttered, as if intrigued.

The devil made a short pause. "Through ages, I tried understanding why God was so fond of you sinful creatures. Humans are so weak, straying from their path, letting their bodily desires get the better of them in every possible situation. It is almost as if you were made to fail. And yet…" he uttered with a slight chuckle. "That is why I love seeing humans in pain! If I could, I would drag each and every one down here where they belonged!" he shouted with fire in his eyes. Calming down, he growled, looking at the scrunched girl near his feet.

Cassandra listened to the overlord's words with fake amazement. Moving closer, she gasped placing her hands over her cleavage. "If I knew she was such a legend, I would have let her disembowel me just for your entertainment," she uttered seductively.

The main man of Helltown puffed, not in the mood.

"Let's just get this over with," he said leaning towards her. She opened her mouth, moaning excited. The large demon lord took one whiff of her breath and moved away in disgust. "What is wrong with your mouth? Did you bathe before coming to me?"

"Oh course," she sang. "In fact, the girls told me about the spring at the back end of this tower. They said it was a very potent aphrodisiac. So I smeared myself all over just for you!" she said with a devotion of a crazy cult follower.

His upper lip moved, squinting to her words. "You do realize that is the sewage canal, right?"

"Oh," she uttered blinking a few times. "I… I did not know," she said as if coming to a very slow realization of what she had put in her mouth.

He watched her dry-heaving, slightly amused but mostly disgusted. "This story will go well at the next party," he said in a barrel-deep voice and left the room without saying another word.

"She's all yours minion," the devil declared slamming the door behind him.

Making sure that he left, Cassandra hurried to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, so fiercely she made her gums bleed.

"Honey, can we not do anything tonight? I'm a little exhausted," she said walking to the living room area. Stunned, she observed her new husband categorize their wedding gifts while making notes. Jane was sitting next to him, with a large black bow on her red, shiny hair.

"No problem, my love. I was going to count these anyway," he said picking up a golden tooth. "Huh! Haven't seen these in a while," he smiled noting it down.

Cassandra stared at Jane who waved back in a friendly manner.

"What is she doing here?" she asked her groom.

"Jane?" he said turning to her and placed his arm around her shoulder. Jane smiled leaning her cheek near his face. "Biff sent her as a wedding gift. Say hello to our new mistress!" he said happy.

"What?" Cassandra snarled, breathing rapidly.

"Yes, Biff thought I would make a lovely present for you guys. Surprise!" she said, smiling nervous.

Basil took a look at his enraged wife and added. "Don't worry. This does not change anything. You are still my wife."

She gawked at them both with murderous intent. "But we just moved in! Our honeymoon is not even over!" she screamed.