Glory Days

Tales of Six

Episode One

 Six groggily slipped out of her dream state during the alarm Bells from the Church of Satan, then slowly slipped her middle finger inside herself. She had been dreaming all day about her first murder victim and didn't want to let go of the erotic feeling the memories had brought her. The aroused Child of Satan was privileged enough to have her own room on the grounds of The Church of Satan, where the Children were raised, as a special reward for being in the official gang of six for the Hell's High Priestess, Lilly Kubrick. But that never gave her much time for privacy. Six knew damn well that the rest of Hell (especially the Hellspawn that resided so close to the Unholy Temple) would be in full swing soon and expect her Hellish services. Still, the presently horny Hellcat hoped she would be left alone long enough to flick her bean while she reminisced within her demented thoughts…

Remembering her First Kill!

Six let out a soft moan while she pushed her finger in past the knuckle, right to the hilt.

She never thought her First Kill could come soon enough. Six had been in Lilly's gang for over a year now, and although she reveled in the fear from the extreme mayhem she was causing, bullying and beating up Lost Souls just wasn't enough for her. Bludgeoning her victims with her bare fists and then having to spare their lives could only be described as the same feeling it would be to yank her middle finger out of her moistened vagina just before getting the job done.

So goddam frustrating!

Six pulled out and stroked her clitoris vigorously as if to bring the point home.

But then, last night, The Bells from The Church of Satan rang out. Not the same chime that was presently ringing to awaken Hell, nor like the chime that was used to gather Devils, Demons, and Children to Black Sabbath― oh no! This was the damning chime that was only used to alert Hell that someone was attempting to escape. Therefore, a Demonic Posse would need to be formed to track down― (and kill!) the runner or runners.

The Satanic Child slowed her self-abuse momentarily, savoring this moment and not wanting to get off quite yet from only remembering the sweet sound of the death-bringing tolls. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest now, just as it had been when she'd heard Hell's warning. Six's steady gyrations on her sex slowed nearly to a stop now that she remembered the hopeless fact at the time that a Demonic Posse only consisted of Devils and Demons. Only one Unholy member from each Royal Family.

Just as soon as Six's excitement escalated from hearing the Death Toll, realizing this fact destroyed all hopes of her involvement in The Hunt and the eventual kill.

But wait!

All hope was restored again when Six soon found out a whole herd of Pigs was attempting to make a convoy straight out of Hell. It was quickly decided that a second Demonic Posse was needed for The Hunt, and twelve Children of Satan were also added to the mix for good measure.

Six forced in both index and middle fingers now, stretching herself with ecstasy as she recalled the realization that she now had a slim chance to commit murder.

The wild herd of runaway Pigs was Hellbent on their escape in their horse-drawn carriages. Did they think there was safety in numbers? Was it the sufferer's plan to hopefully get a few survivors to the finish line and be safe within The Shield of New Hope? That's what it looked like, and all of Hell at the time had to respect their boldness and ingenuity. Most definitely, this maneuver was unprecedented and temporarily threw off the Dark Lord and the Hunting Parties. It even appeared that they might have a chance to get away. . .

But then the Campbells assured everyone that no escape would happen. They would head them off at the pass, destroy their means of transportation, and then await The Hunters so they could claim their traditional prizes.

But how was this possible?

Nobody asked because nobody ever questioned the Campbell's abilities. The only thing that surpassed their superhuman feats was their ability to keep their abilities secret. So, with no questions asked, the two Campbells from each Posse elevated themselves into the clouds and created a blinding flash of ball lightning that caused the overcast to glow temporarily. True to their word, when the Hunting Parties soon caught up to their prey near the outskirts of The Field, they were all cowering beneath the twin spiraling Demons amongst the wreckage of their failed escape.

The grand leader of The Posses, Lilly Kubrick, approached the puzzling scene and surveyed the carnage of toppled transports and slain horses. She shook her head, then half-congratulated the defeated Souls sarcastically. "Nice try, assholes."

The conquered Pigs could only weep uncontrollably and said nothing in their defense.

"Well, shit," continued the Hell Priestess disappointedly. "This kinda takes the fun out of it. Tell ya what. I'll give you idiots another chance again on foot."

The failed escapees looked at each other with flickers of hope and uncertainty.

"I won't give you a third chance," warned Lilly.

That was all they needed to hear. The desperate Souls bolted towards their possible salvation and never looked back.

"Are you sure that's wise?" asked Lilly's little brother, Maxwell, who was in charge of the second Posse and his gang of six Children.

Lilly scrutinized Max with her yellow goat eyes and a slight smirk on her angelic face. "Sure, why not?" replied The Priestess. "We all know now that the Campbells won't let them escape," however, the fuck that was possible! Lilly wondered. "So, how about we just let our little minions get some exercise this time. Since they're already here."

Maxwell eyed the hopeful dozen Children momentarily but didn't need much convincing. He still gave his goat-shaped head an uncertain shake, though. "Sure, fuck it," Max finally decided. "There'll always be more stupid Pigs for us to hunt down."

Lilly gave Six an almost motherly smile, then commanded her right-hand girl. "Leave a few meals behind for the Coopers, then heap the rest of them downtown on display when you're done."

 Six went back to town on her clit with both slickened fingers now. She was utterly soaked downstairs, thinking about the grateful cheers from all the Children after their Masters decided to release the hounds of Hell.

Without warning, Lilly Kubrick unclasped her crescent-shaped, stainless steel weapon and fired it directly at one of the runners. It whirled past the pursuing Children and cracked the closest runner in the back of its head.

Maxwell looked at his older sis accusingly.

"What?" defended Lilly. "I can't just let them have all the fun. . ."

Six nearly climaxed when she remembered the sound of Lilly's toy when it penetrated the back of her intended victim's head. She recalled it sounded a lot like a smashed pumpkin at the Benedict's farm, only this time there was a loud crack when it cracked open the Pig's skull.

The runners divided into separate groups after The First Kill. They must have decided then that their only chance of survival was to fan out and hope that some of them might be able to outrun their pursuers. The Children chasing them separated themselves into smaller groups, knowing that any escape would greatly displease their Masters.

Six broke off from her group of six, along with Rachel and Shiela in tow, to track down a young family that consisted of a mother, father, and a preteen girl. Six, being the sadistic Child that she was, automatically decided that her victims would suffer more if she slaughtered their child in front of them, so she put on an extra burst of speed to surpass the couple and tackled their helpless daughter. The moment they both hit the ground, the mother and father instinctively gave up all interest in escape and ran towards their only child. Unfortunately for the protective parents, Rachel and Sheila soon caught up with them and took them down with Hellish efficiency. They held their prisoners down at knifepoint, craning their necks in Six's direction so they would have a good view of what was about to come. The twin captives cried out for mercy, begging and pleading to spare their daughter's life.

Six glanced over her shoulder momentarily with a sly smirk while she relished in the mother and father's ultimate misery, then turned back around to look down at her victim. The not-so-innocent little Piggy squirmed beneath her captor, squealing in absolute terror. The now sexually sensitive Hellchild ground her dampened sex on top of the soon-to-be slaughtered Piglet to get off somewhat, but mostly to counteract its defensive movements. While she rode the mounted Pig, Six contemplated how to dispatch the adorable girl in front of her parents.

I need to do it slow, Six contemplated, to draw out their suffering.

Six stared her victim down through her elongated bangs, thinking. . . She looks around twelve years old, Six figured. The same age I was when I got my second six tattoo. The regretful Child pouted ever-so-slightly and secretly came close to tears. I was so stupid and trusting back then! She raged in her mind. Six extracted her handy butterfly knife from its holster, gave it a quick flick open, and then plunged the blade deep into the young girl's soft, supple neck. The formally frantic Lost Soul instantly gave up on her struggle momentarily from the shock, then immediately began its trashing afresh when her dying body switched over into full survival mode. She was unable to scream now; her gurgled pleas only came out in sickening coughs of purple blood. Six continued to stare her victim down while trying to hold the blade in place. She felt in her despicable soul the desperate need to ensure the Pig wouldn't bleed out too quickly, to make sure this family suffered to her utmost capacity.

Six secretly imagined she was killing her former naivety while she reveled in the tormented screams emitting from the traumatized parents behind her. Just for show, she twisted the knife a bit, causing the now convulsing girl to gag and spit blood onto her tormentor's face. The Hellish mount licked the corners of her mouth to taste the coppery-flavored liquid that had just recently given her a morbid facial. For her own satisfaction (and to further torture the mother and father), Six imagined the slightly opened neck wound was an ejaculating penis and tried to coax more of the slick warm fluid into her open mouth and protruding tongue. The murderous Child squeezed and teased her own small breasts as the blood trickled down her slightly exposed cleavage.

Six was close to climaxing now, remembering all her attuned senses at the time like she was reliving this pivotal moment. She reveled in the memories of the sharp tang of blood mixed with the smell of piss and shit when the dying girl evacuated her bowels. She vividly recalled the feel of the fresh warm urine when it emptied from the girl's bladder and began to soak Six's crotch and saturate her anus.

Six took one last look over her shoulder at the screaming parents who now begged for death, not wanting to live for another second in this Hellish world after what they were being forced to witness. The merciless Child gave the mother and father a final Satanic satisfied grin, then raked the knife across the girl's throat so deeply that it nearly decapitated her. Knowing that the gruesome show was obviously over, Rachel and Shiela mercifully began to cut the grieving witnesses down. The devastatingly bereaved parents didn't try to defend themselves, but they couldn't stop themselves from crying out in anguish and pain until they were both heaps of butchered flesh. In an act of pure depravity, Six continued to stab the dead girl beneath her in the eyes and face, mutilating the once beautiful creature's facsimile just for badness.

She was close to climaxing now. So goddamned close!

―But just when she was about to orgasm, she was shockingly disrupted by none other than Shiela and Rachel, who just barged in through her bedroom door. It was an embarrassing moment, only to be made more awkward because she was past the point of no return. Six now had to ride out her uncontrolled orgasm in front of these two imposing Children. She panted in uneven breaths and cringed her face while the pair stared at her contortions for a few ticks. Then, they both burst out laughing.

Thank Satan I have the covers over me, Six reasoned. At least I can try to deny what the fuck just happened here―

"Did we show up at a bad time?" asked Rachel sarcastically.

Shiela busted out in laughter again.

"Shut the fuck up, Shiela!" shouted Six, just before she tossed her sweat-soaked pillow at the usually bashful girl.

"What?" defended Shiela meekly. "I never said anything. . ."

Six hauled the covers off herself and yanked down her short-skirted robe shamelessly after she realized the jig was up. "Duh. . . I know!" accused Six in a mocking mongoloid type of voice. "You never say anything."

Shiela blushed from the accusation while Bobby Cut let herself into the room. "What's going on?" she asked to address the obvious elephant in the room.

"Oh― nothing," assured Rachel. "We just accidentally walked in on Six while she was trying to crack one off." She unsheathed her butcher-style knife and made downward stabbing motions. "Probably getting off thinking about the Pigs we whacked last night."

Bobby Cut nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders, causing her straight, black, bobby-style haircut to bend at the bottom. "So what? I did the same thing last night," she stated matter of factually and then asked more accusingly than curiously, "Didn't you?"

Shiela and Rachael glared guiltily at each other, but Shiela blushed much more profusely than the other. Finally, Rachael shrugged and admitted, "Yeah, I totally rubbed one out after my First Kill― as soon as I got home!"

"So― who the fuck are you to judge Six then?" accused Bobby.

"Because Six thinks she's better than the rest of us," arraigned Rachel with the point of her blade towards Six. "She pretends like she's not totally scared shitless to die on a fucking cross―"

With a burst of lightning speed, Six grabbed Rachel by the back of the head with her left hand and pushed the Child's knifepoint dangerously close to her exposed neck with her right hand. "I could prove I'm not scared to die on a cross right now by killing you―

"Then do it," challenged Rachel while she attempted to stare the other Child down.

Six was tempted beyond her own belief to push the knife in. Was it because she was still so pissed off at these girls for fucking up her climax earlier? Or was it because she feared nothing would ever satisfy her again until she spilled more blood?

She never had time to decide this because her bedroom door flung open wide again, followed by a pissed-off-looking High Priestess. "What the fuck is the holdup? My dad's gonna be downtown any minute to―" Lilly quickly assessed the intense situation in the room.

The two conflicting Children never moved and continued to stare each other down.

"Let her go," Lilly demanded subtlety.

The command made Six want to do the opposite, so she pushed the knife closer.

"I said let her go!" The Devil bellowed in a Satanic roar.

The Hellish decree instantly put Six back in her place. She relinquished Rachael and bowed her head like a scolded child.

Rachel tightened her jaw and squared her shoulders. She took deep breaths while she attempted to resolve her pride and composer. "I demand satisfaction, Master!" she behested, pointing her blade towards the other insulting Childs' direction. "I officially challenge Six to a duel!"

Both Bobby Cut and Sheila gasped in unison.

Lilly sauntered up to the challenging Child of Satan. "Put the knife away and shut your fucking mouth," she ordered. "I don't have time for this pissing match― bullshit right now!"

Rachel glared over Lilly's shoulder towards Six in an "I'm gonna fuckin' deal with you later" sort of look, then obediently jammed her weapon back into its holster overdramatically.

"Now. . . like I was trying to say. . ." Lilly took a calming breath. "My Dad is heading downtown to make a public announcement after that shit show went down last night. So, He wants every Demon and Child down there when He makes his little speech." The Priestess let out a frustrated huff because the two Children were still giving each other death stares.

***

The majority of Demons, Devils, and Children gathered downtown in Hell shortly after. They blocked off the heap of slain Souls that were piled not-so-ceremoniously in a gruesome pile to display a show of power. Many of the deceased friends and family wept openly for the fallen but were not permitted to remove the bodies for proper burial until the Dark Lord articulated the justification for this senseless loss of life. When it finally appeared to the Ultimate Ruler that the crowd was at its peak of grieving Pigs and curious onlookers, He began His fateful proclamation with a simple question. "Why must we constantly go through this?"

Six let out an audible huff from her apparent boredom.

The interrupted speaker gave Six a look that would have killed if it came from a Campbell from the rude interruption. She's trouble that one, the Dark Lord considered. Usually, I expect a bit of boldness from the Children. But for the life of me, I can't figure out why Lilly recruited such a brass Hellraiser into her gang of six.

Six stared back defiantly at the pissed-off Devil through her bangs but smartly kept her place.

The Dark Lord cleared His throat impatiently, gave His massive rack of horns a frustrated shake, then continued. "As I was trying to say. You all know that escape from Hell is impossible. It's been attempted so many times through the generations. Yet― you still get it into your stupid heads that you can just―"

So how did it feel? the floating Demon at Six's side asked her telepathically.

How did what feel? Six internally responded with another question to her best friend, Mazzy Campbell.

You know, thought Mazzy curtly. Your first kill.

Six allowed herself a slight smirk since the Dark Lord no longer had His attention on her. It was orgasmic. . . she answered whimsically in her mind.

During? Or after?

Six blushed slightly, wondering if Mazzy might have heard something about Rachel and Shiela coming into her room at the worst possible moment. Realizing she probably could have cared less if everyone in Hell knew about it, she answered jokingly. It was both, actually.

Mazzy let out an internal, infernal laugh, then thought, You're so lucky! Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever get to kill anyone. It's so unfair that both Roy and Stacey got to go to The Hunt. . .

But they never killed anyone, stated Six. They only fucked up a few horses and flipped over their carriages.

Still, it would have been nice to have been invited. . . Mazzy trailed off with evident frustration and disappointment.

Six took a side glance at the six skulls orbiting Mazzy. She knew the skulls were only specimens the Demon had removed from The Field to intimidate people. This was a secret that only the two girls shared. Six reasoned that most people in Hell assumed the head shells belonged to failed lovers, and she knew Mazzy preferred people to believe that. Oh― cheer up buttercup! Six eventually responded. I'm sure there'll be lots of other chances for you to be invited on a Hunt. These Pigs never learn their lessons. . .

Mazzy let out an anguished huff inside of their minds. I dunno, she admitted defeatedly. Stacy and Roy made it pretty obvious we could stop any escape. Even if everyone in Hell tried to escape simultaneously.

Six took a chance. So― how in the fuck did they manage to do that?

Mazzy kept her silence while she slowly rotated clockwise in mid-air.

Well, it was a nice try― thought Six briefly but immediately cut off her thoughts when she clumsily remembered the Demon could read her mind.

There was an awkward quiescence, so Six resumed listening to The Dark Lord's dire ramblings.

"― and if you think there's a better life for you in New Hope, then you're wrong," the disappointed Devil continued. "Do you seriously think that you'd be better off there? I mean, c'mon― seriously people. Most of them don't even drink there, and they have no recreational drugs at all―"

Mazzy invaded Six's brain again. I still think you and me should off someone.

Six felt a tingle in her loins from just thinking about killing again, but damn well knew better than to fantasize about it too much. What― we already talked about this! Even if nobody noticed any Pigs go astray― there's nowhere in Hell that the Pearsons wouldn't see us.

Oh, I'm not so sure about that. . . calculated Mazzy.

Six's libido picked up afresh from the bold statement, hoping for a window of opportunity from this new information. Wait― what? Where in Hell could the Pearsons not see us?

Think about it, answered Mazy reasonably. Nobody in Hell knows what the Inner Circle does. If we can find their meeting place, we just found somewhere nobody knows about.

Ya― except the fucking Inner Circle! Six belted out in her baffled mind. Jesus Christ! The Dark Lords' wife's their leader― for fuck sake! I think I'm more afraid of her than Him.

Me too, admitted Mazzy. But everyone knows that the Inner Circle only meets somewhere before Black Sabbath.

That's just one tradition that everyone in Hell knows about, countered Six. I would assume nothing about The Circle.

I wouldn't assume anything about them, either. That's why I plan to find out exactly where their meeting place is and if it's empty when they're not meeting there.

Six let out another audible huff but ensured it wasn't loud enough to interrupt the remainder of the Dark Lord's speech. Well, OK. Good luck with that… she trailed off sarcastically with very little hope.

Well, it's probably the only chance we got after this shit show went down. I'd be very surprised if anyone ever tried to escape from Hell again.

Six watched as the bereaved loved ones scraped up what was left of the runaway Pigs while they wept openly from the sheer brutality and their sudden lack of hope. While she witnessed the reactions from the extraction of her victim that she mutilated beyond recognition, she realized that Mazzy was probably right.

***

As per the Dark Lord's brilliant suggestion, while the anguished Lost Souls departed, the duel Posses and the twelve participating Children that formerly formed The Hunt were "requested" (but every request from the Dark Lord was a direct order!) to leave the scene together (another show of power) and reconvene at The Church of Satan for further briefing. The ten Devils and Demons, plus the dozen Children, slowly dredged their way downtown through Hell to The Church with the same thought on all their resolute minds.

"Well, I guess that's the last fucking Hunt we'll ever see in our lifetimes," speculated Maxwell Kubrick somberly.

Everyone in the Hellish gang stared at the two floating rotating Demons accusingly.

Why the fuck are you all staring at us like that? asked Stacey Campbell, who was only three months pregnant at the time but looked like she was already full term because the baby bump swelled out of her frail body like a dampened face cloth trying to conceal a grapefruit.

"Umm. . . because you guys just proved to everyone in Hell that there's a zero chance of escape," accused the deaf Demon Christopher Pearson.

Well, what the fuck else could we do? asked Roy Campbell. Just let a bunch of Pigs escape― and run wee wee wee― all the way to fucking New Hope?

That fact shut everyone up. But only for a little while.

"I dunno, man," injected the blind Demon, Richard Anderson. "Nobody is suggesting that you should've just let them escape. I just think maybe you could've been a bit more subtle about it. You know― instead of showing everyone how almighty and powerful you are."

If we wanted to show you how powerful we are, we would've killed all the Pigs ourselves.

That shut everyone up again.

During the uncomfortable silence that followed, Six had a lot to consider. Would the other night really be the first and last time she would get to kill anyone? She supposed she could always kill Rachel if she accepted that challenge to a duel. But killing a skilled Child in mortal combat wouldn't be the same. Six imagined Rachel would put up one Hell of a fight, and it was evident that the other Child had little or no fear since she had issued the provocation in the first place. Plus, Six knew that if she killed a fellow Child over something so petty as getting caught masturbating, she would be shunned by the Evil community. Besides, she knew killing a Child of Satan in good sport would never compare to slowly murdering an innocent Lost Soul.

Six pretended to scratch an itch near her breast and secretly brushed her fingertips across one of her now sensitive nipples. The sudden memory of slashing that little girl's face to ribbons was turning her on, again, hardcore―

Rachel suddenly broke out in uncontrollable laughter. When Six looked back to find out what the fuck could be so funny at such a depressing moment, she saw Rachel staring at her. The conniving, conspiring Child covered her mouth and whispered something in Sheila's ear. When Shiela looked at Six and began to crack up herself, Six felt her blood boil and was just about ready to fucking lose it. God dammit! raged Six inside her mind. Did Rachel just see me do that little nipple rub thing?

Rachel made an eroticized expression in Six's direction while she made circular motions around her own areolas, which caused Sheila to belt out laughter even louder.

Oh my fucking god! enraged Six internally. What the fuck is up with those two? Like― why the fuck can't they just leave me alone and mind their own business? Jesus― it's bad enough they just caught me finger-bashing myself earlier tonight―

 Roy and Stacy Campbell joined in with the boisterous laughter at Six's expense because they were listening in on her thoughts.

Oh no! Now the fucking Campbells know about it? worried Six.

Now Chad and Tommy Cooper started to laugh. Or at least tried to. Their attempts at normal human laughter sounded like wild dogs with their legs caught in restraining traps.

Cock suckers! Six's blood was starting to boil over. The Campbells must have just told the Coopers!

Six's world was slowly imploding and steadily getting ready to detonate. She felt like a stupid little kid again with that fresh six tattooed on her left cheek. You look like you have the body of a six-year-old! She could hear her past tormentor's voice ring through her mind like it was yesterday instead of four years ago. The laughter all around her by her present peers blended in together relentlessly with the laughter in her mind from her past so long ago. Six tried to cover her ears to block out the taunting laughter, but it rang in her head even louder from within. She grabbed her hair by the temples, seething, ready to explode―

But just before she snapped, Rachel and Sheila pretended to nudge their way past her and shoved her into a passing Soul. Six was shocked back to reality by the sudden impact with the Pig, but her rage didn't dissipate. Unfortunately for the unfortunate Lost Soul, Six's temper had just escalated to the brink.

"Pardon me, my Unholy One!" the Soul belted out for an apology.

Six wasn't accepting any apologies at the moment. Instead, the rapscallion responded by giving the innocent woman she just bumped into a swift upward kick to the vagina. The shocked Pig woman instinctively cradled her bruised box and fell to her knees in agony. Before the sudden recipient of the Child's frustrations could even register why she was being so severely punished for such a simple mistake, Six ostrich kicked her square in the face. The fury-fueled force from the blow smashed the woman's nose to a pulp and sent her flying backward until she landed flat on her back. Six offered no explanations and especially no mercy. She was in absolute kill mode now. She mounted her victim in a heartbeat and began to drive her fists down onto the woman's face repeatedly.

The H-A-T-E tattoo on her left hand came down, followed by the H-A-T-E on her right knuckles.

Again,

 again,

 again,

and again,

The crowd of Devils, Demons, and Children soon gave up at their laughter at Six's expense and instead began to whoop and cheer her on, suddenly forgetting their previous worries about never having another Hunt. Six had long ago tuned them out. This was all about her now. 

Left,

Right,

Left,

Right,

Left,

Six continued the bloody assault emotionlessly. The claps and cheers slowly died down until they stopped altogether. Everyone that was witnessing this attack was soon coming to the realization that this was no longer an assault. It was becoming a premeditated murder.

"OK, Six, she's had enough," suggested Lilly. But every suggestion from the High Priestess was a direct order.

Left,

Right,

Left,

Right,

The blows intensified rather than receding.

"I said she's had enough!" commanded the Devil's daughter this time.

Left,

Right,

Left,

Right,

The murderous Child was oblivious to anything else around her.

All the Devils, Demons, and Children (minus a stunned Priestess and an entertained Rachel and Sheila) beseeched the demented Child to stop this madness.

"C'mon Six― that's enough!" cried Adam Pearson.

"Jesus!" cursed Mike Anderson. "You're gonna fucking kill her!"

"Do you really wanna die on a cross over this?" warned Maxwell Kubrick.

Six let out a Hellish scream that came directly from her tortured soul. She suddenly whipped out her butterfly knife and began to slash her unconscious victim across her exposed face repeatedly in wide arcs. Dark streams of blood started seeping out of the fresh wounds.

Lilly suddenly had enough of this. She hoped her friends and colleagues could have talked some sense into Six, but clearly, the mentally fragile Child had gone into full retard-kill- mode. The Priestess marched dutifully to apprehend her disgraced soldier. Six caught the coming approach from her Master through the side of her bangs and pointed the blade threateningly at The Priestess to ward her off. The defensive Devil stopped in her tracks. She was completely thrown off by this sudden threat from someone who was supposed to be one of her most loyal minions.

Six snapped out of her blacked-out rage. She had just now realized what she had done― was still doing now! But she came to this realization too late. Lilly looked back and forth between the knife pointed at her, to the butchered Pig lying in a pool of blood, and then back to Six, who continued to point the blade desperately at her while panting heavily with her face covered in the victim's blood.

The shock suddenly disappeared as soon as it had started. Lilly kicked the knife out of Six's hand and then hauled the demented Child off the possibly fatal sufferer like she weighed absolutely nothing. The persecuting Priestess drew Six in close enough that she could see right through her bangs and directly into her merciless eyes. Lilly paused here for probably only a second or two, but it seemed like a lifetime. She looked deeply into Six's troubled eyes that were always so (shamefully?) hidden behind her overgrown bangs and was tempted (by Satan?) to kiss this tortured Child to ease her obvious (but questionable) suffering. Lilly knew that word about this unjustified brutality of a Lost Soul would soon spread all over Hell and eventually reach her father. Instead of cramming her tongue through Six's slightly parted lips (like she so desperately wanted to!), she commanded her disgraced underling condemningly. "Start marching your ass to The Church― right now! You got some serious fucking explaining to do…"

***

Oh Hell yeah. I knew this one would be trouble, justified the Dark Lord, while He scrutinized Six with His yellow goat eyes and twisted the long, pointy, greying beard under his chin. "What's the matter?" He finally questioned the bold Child, "Didn't you spill enough blood last night?"

Six shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and fixed her gaze on the Ultimate Ruler, completely unintimidated.

Lilly Kubrick gave her minion a sharp jab in the side with her elbow to entice the Child to speak up. Shockingly, Six never even flinched. She only continued to stare down the Dark Lord through her elongated bangs.

"Not much of a talker― is she?" asked Alex Kubrick, almost amusedly.

Lilly could tell her dad was in one of his rare, good moods. She considered the chance that she might be able to use this scarce opportunity in Six's favor. "Oh no― she's usually not this quiet," the Priestess mused. "I can barely ever shut this one up. I think you got Six confused with Sheila― she's the quiet one."

Alex unleashed a throaty, Hellish laugh. He found the joke quite amusing because He knew Lilly knew damn well that He knew every Child of Satan in Hell like they were His own children. He had to admire Six, in a way. The only Child the Lost Souls feared equally (or worse?) was the possibly more formidable B.B. He finally let out a deep sigh. "The Pearsons and the Andersons informed me that that poor innocent Pig is in pretty rough shape. I'm still waiting on the good doctor to update me on her condition."

The statement was addressed to Lilly, but Six answered. "She'll survive."

The Dark Lord addressed Six now. "Oh! I'm sure she will. But that's not exactly the fucking point now. Is it?"

"Isn't it?" asked Six, rather snarkily. 

Lilly gave Six another sharp jab in the midsection with her elbow. She didn't like the way Six was handling this possibly severe situation. Her tone was all wrong. The Priestess knew her father's good mood could quickly go sideways if He thought He was being disrespected.

"So, that's it. Is it?" He addressed Six. "You think just because you didn't kill that woman, I won't sentence you to die in The Field? You think I'm that predictable?"

"Go ahead and kill me if you want," said Six, dead seriously.

This time, Lilly kept her elbows to herself and turned to stare at Six, mystified. What the Hell is she trying to prove? she wondered. Is Six really that fearless? Or does she have some fucked-up death wish?

Her internal question would have to be temporarily unanswered because Six had clearly called her dad's bluff. "Alright― whatever― fuck it," He gave up.

Lilly was expecting a death sentence to prove a point. Instead, He shocked her by saying, "I supposed one more sliced-up Pig at a time like this isn't really gonna make much of a difference." He pointed a long, warning black fingernail towards His eldest daughter. "But you better keep a short leash on this one! I gotta fucking-funny-feeling she has absolutely no control over her god-dammed temper."

Lilly nodded her head with understanding just before Six turned about face and began to march angrily out of The Church of Satan. The High Priestess fumed while she attempted to follow Six's pace. She wanted desperately to lay into Six because of the blatant disrespect towards her father but didn't want to disrespect this Unholy place in the process. As soon as the attending Campbell opened the grand wooden doors and they were finally outside, Lilly let Six have it. "What the fuck was that back there?"

"What the fuck was what?" returned Six, without even turning to face her Master while she began to bolt down the immense concrete staircase.

"You can't just talk to my father like that!"

"Apparently, you can," stated Six, staring straight ahead while conversing down the stairs. "I just did."

Lilly had just enough. She caught up with Six, grabbed her by the bottom of her robe's sleeve, and then hauled the brass Child around to face her. Again, that burning question in her mind came up. "Are you really that fearless? Or do you just have some fucked up death wish?"

"Pick one."

Lilly gave up and rolled her yellow goat eyes. "I really don't need to put up with this crap from you― ya know? I could replace you with someone like B.B.―"

"Sure! If you could even understand what that bitch is ever saying."

Lilly let out a frustrated huff. She knew Six was right. The only ones that could make any sense out of B.B. was the other Black Faced Children in her gang. They all had that fucked-up ridiculous accent they shared from listening to that horrid rap music.

Six assumed her Master's sudden silence concluded this conversation, so she turned around again and all but ran down the remaining stairs. She was in a complete rage over her present situation. How dare they scold her for doing her job and stating the obvious facts? If anyone should be getting bent over the Dark Lord's knee― it should be Rachel and Shiela! Those immature little cunts are the ones that started all this! Six fumed inside her mind.

As if to make matters worse, a pathetic mob of Lost Souls was crowded at the bottom of the stairs to beseech the Dark Lord's forgiveness. The majority of the population clearly didn't want to be punished for one careless act by several of their brethren.

"Praise the Children of Satan!" proclaimed one that was practically blocking Six's way. He was smart enough to move aside slightly, his eyes averted out of respect. "May their Unholy cruelty continue to keep us in line," the Pig continued his admiration.

"Fuck off!" Six screamed within inches of the dirty Pig's face. She grabbed Lilly by the wrist and dragged her through the gathering mob.

Lilly winced slightly from Six's surprisingly powerful grip when her nails dug in. "Hey― simmer the fuck down!" Lilly ordered. "They're just a bunch of sorry Pigs― they're no threat to us."

Six refused to let go. "It's my job to protect you, Master," said Six, almost a bit too sarcastically for Lilly's liking. Still, she decided to let Six play the hero if that's what this was. The now-humored Devil girl was starting to think it was endearing. Maybe this is just what Six needs right now. Lilly considered. Perhaps this little escapade will remind her what her main focus should be― doing her fucking job! Lilly was almost turned on, guided by the adorable, would-be hero.

The partitioners were relentless. "We're not worthy! We're not worthy!" they chanted while they fell to their knees in absolute respect.

Six was in no mood for this shit. The frustrated Child took a sharp right turn at the first intersection because there appeared to be fewer gathering Souls crossing the bridge that overlapped Damnation Street. There was only a scattered Pig here and there, but one particular Soul came barreling towards the Hellish pair with his righteous praise. "Bless the Priestess!" he proclaimed. "For she truly is the mother of all Children!"

Six's eyes widened by the sudden proximity behind her bangs. You're getting too close for comfort, buddy, Six considered. She allowed herself only the slightest smirk. Not on my watch…

Lilly instantly picked up on Six's sudden change in mood. She had seen that sadistic little smile cross her lips a dozen times before she unleashed a Hellish punishment upon her victims. "Six― no!" Lilly warned, but it was already too late. Six suddenly clotheslined the poor bastard with such an unearthly force that he couldn't stop himself from flying backward, head over heels, right over a short dividing wall and down towards the street below.

"No!" Lilly cried out while she watched the man fall to a most certain death. The surreal situation appeared to be happening in slow motion to the shocked Priestess. But the reality finally set in when his fall suddenly stopped with a gruesome splat on the pavement below.

Six looked over the edge with that same sadistic (but even more satisfied) smile while she watched the Pig's blood pool around its fractured skull.

***

Six tried to forget her immediate past and instead attempted to steel her nerves for this clear and more present danger. There was no point in analyzing where exactly she crossed a line or what she may have gotten away with before she was sentenced to Hell's Penitentiary. There was no point in regretting any of her decisions, and she most definitely didn't want to recall the disappointment she caused her Masters after she was marched directly back to The Church of Satan to face more serious charges after so narrowly escaping a possible severe punishment. But most of all, Six never wanted to relive the humiliation of being stripped down, with her minuscule breasts exposed (which she was always so self-conscious of!) and being flogged publicly downtown in the center of Hell. The healing scabbed-over wounds on her back itched her immensely while the cell doors for the main range slowly clanked open. But she couldn't scratch at them because she was carrying an armload of her personal belongings, and most importantly, she did not want to show any sign of weakness in front of her new cellmates. Six had learned long ago that first impressions can sometimes last a lifetime.

"Come on in, New Meat!" one of the cellmates taunted her from inside her new home.

"Yeah― we're all waiting for you!" coaxed another.

The last remark brought on a bout of laughter that Six imagined came out of every cell on the block. After the hilarity died down with an eerie echo from the immense cement chamber, they all egged her on in unison.

"New Meat!"

"New Meat!"

"New Meat!"

"New Meat!"

Six inhaled a much-needed calming breath, then exhaled a more relaxed one, feeling some comfort from the fact that all the mocking voices were at least female. Although there was no segregation in the penitentiary between Lost Souls and Evil citizens, the previous Dark Lord had long ago decided to separate the two sexes. It was speculated that this wouldn't really affect the number of rapes. It was more of a means to eliminate all the unwanted pregnancies that were a significant inconvenience and a slight strain on Hell's correctional facility.

The frequency and volume of the invitations and catcalls intensified.

Six swallowed a sudden lump in her throat and stepped towards the mock welcoming committee, realizing that her hesitation might be mistaken for fear. The moment she stepped inside, though, she immediately regretted her decision and pretty much every decision she had made until this very moment. Upon her entry, she saw that every prisoner was out of their cell and standing behind the handrails along the halls in the three-floored open area. They all cussed obscenities while they spit, threw used tampons, handfuls of feces, and toilet paper balls saturated with piss at her. The easily-tempered Hellcat wanted to attack everyone, but she tried to control her disposition, knowing in this frenzied state, the sheer number of her opponents could tear her limb from limb if they made a group effort. Instead, she took mental pictures of the faces that were tormenting her and filed them into the internal revenge list for later. Oh! She would definitely remember that chick who just stepped right up to her and dorked on her face. And her first victim would surely be that cunt who just smeared an open hand full of shit across her face.

Six picked up her pace, not caring if it made her look weak. The smell and the taste of all the disgusting body fluids were making her physically ill, and she knew she wouldn't look brave if she barfed right here in front of everyone. She assumed the cell at the end of the hall with the two awaiting guards was her cell and put on a burst of speed. Did the Dark Lord possibly know about this ritual and arrange for her to be put in the farthest cell? Most likely, Six considered. She believed she had caused the Ultimate Ruler quite an embarrassment by her recent actions that landed her here for six months. It was apparent that Lilly's father was taking her punishment quite personally. He had even decided to whip her six times Himself. . .

The disgraced Child rounded the corner to her cell and backed against the inside wall for support. She breathed heavily despite the sickening smells that were wafting from her body. When she finally opened her eyes behind her piss-soaked, shit-caked bangs, she immediately noticed that her cellmate was lying on a bunk reading a magazine. Clearly, her new bunkie had decided not to engage with the welcoming crowd. Smart move, considered Six. It would've been easiest to kill you first if you'd done any of that shit to me.

Six's new roommate continued to read her magazine, ignoring her like she wasn't even there.

"So, where the fuck is the closest shower in this dump?" Six asked her, immediately noticing the three sixes tattooed on the fellow Child.

The elder Child never even looked at her. Instead, she flipped to the next page in her magazine and then warned Six. "Slow down there, princess. You don't wanna try to go into the showers yet. That's the first spot they'll try to gang up on you. You're better off washing up as best as you can in that sink over there until you find some protection around here."

The information benefited Six, but not in the way the other Child imagined. "I'm not trying to get all this shit off me in no god-dammed sink. So just tell me where I can find the fuckin showers already."

Now, the Child finally put down her mag and looked directly at Six, suddenly impressed by the Fresh Meat's boldness. Or stupidity? "Fine, it's your funeral." The girl sat up to give the directions. "Go out the door you just came in and make a left. You'll go through another main gate that takes you to a cross-section. If you turn left, that will take you to the showers. If you turn right, that goes to the cafeteria. If you go straight, that takes you to another range."

Six nodded slightly to show that she understood the simple layout of her new surroundings, then headed out of her cell and made a left.

"My name's Tiffany by the way!" the bunkmate called out in mock friendship.

"I don't give a shit!" Six responded while she wiped a bit of shit out of her eyes.

"Can't say it was nice knowing you," muttered Tiffany under her breath. "Stupid bitch…"

***

Six was surprised at how hot the water from the shower head was. She had to adjust the temperature slightly because the scalding flow was too scorching on her recently flogged back. She didn't back off the heat too much. She still needed a decent degree to cut through all the foul debris that covered her. While the disgraced Hell Child worked away at cleansing herself, she considered how lucky she probably was to have such a luxury as hot water here. But not overly surprised, though. She eyed the extra bundle of the standard-issued prison garb she was issued upon her indoctrination, conveniently encased in a waterproof sack. They knew I would need this after my little welcoming party, assumed Six. This isn't their first barbeque―  

"That's a good poppet. Make sure you get yourself nice and clean for me."

Six was suddenly aware of the presence behind her but chose to ignore it.

"Make sure you get all the important bits in between."

Now, Six turned slightly (more out of annoyance and curiosity than fear) to scope out the speaker. She merely caught a glimpse of an overweight, middle-aged woman with a teenaged girl latched to its waist.

"You want me to send lil Sweet Pea over here to give you a hand?" The other woman offered.

Six said nothing and continued with her purgative ritual.

"I guess she's not much of a talker," quipped the rotund woman to her younger companion.

That statement got Six's attention now because it reminded her of her first confrontation with the Dark Lord. She fumed from the fresh reminder of her past humiliation but remained silent.

"Everyone here calls me Momma," Sixes antagonist continued. "That's right. Just be good to Momma, and Momma'll make sure everyone else here is good to you."

Six immediately picked up on what this fat broad was putting down. So, this must be the top dog in this range, she considered. This is supposed to be that so-called protection I'm supposed to seek out. But at what cost!

As if answering Six's internal question, Momma replied. "Of course― I always like to break in my own girls first. And, I might need to get you to do the odd job for me here and there―"

Oh, I'm sure! Six continued to think internally. I'm sure you'll expect me to do all your little dirty work― and lick that fat pussy! "Fucking gross," she accidentally said out loud.

"What was that, poppet?"

Six regretted nothing, so she repeated herself. "I said you're fucking gross."

Momma was speechless. None of the other girls on this range had ever spoken to her this way.

Six turned off the faucet and then turned around to face her tormentor. She deemed herself clean enough for now and didn't want her back exposed to a would-be attacker.

Momma mistook the action as a show of respect. She eyed the new girl up and down to size her up. She was immediately turned on by Six's nearly flattened chest, the thin patch of pubic hair that came with youth, and the tightly closed labia that came from a noticeable lack of sex. She knew all too well from experience that many of the Children from The Church of Satan practiced abstinence in hopes that their virginity might land them a marriage to a Demon. The aroused woman was temporarily distracted by the Child's appearance but soon composed herself. "So, do you wanna be the mommy or the daddy?

Six cocked her head in confusion. "You already said that you're the Momma."

Momma feigned mock confusion. "Oh― that's right! I did say that!"

There was a moment of annoying silence, so Six broke it up by saying, "So…"

"So…" Momma idly caressed her little Sweat Pea subconsciously. "So, come on over here so I can stretch Daddy's little cunt!"

The girl attached to Momma burst out in shrill laughter.

Six wasn't amused. "Get the fuck out of my way."

Momma pretended to be genuinely concerned. "Look here, poppet. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way."

 Sweet Pea at Momma's side stopped laughing abruptly.

 Huh, Six just realized. That little treat of the week must have learned things the hard way. "I already warned you, Momma. So get the fuck outta my way before I move your fat ass. You clearly don't know who you're fucking with."

"Oh! On the contrary, Six. I know who the fuck you are."

"Then you should know that you shouldn't be fucking with me."

Momma gave Six a broad smile that exposed her blackened teeth. "Oh, I get it. You think you're a badass because you were in that Priestess's gang. Well, that lil Devil bitch ain't here to protect you now, is she? In here, you're nothing! You hear me? I'm a killer… and you're a clown."

Six unconsciously brushed one of the sixes tattooed on her cheeks, feeling a bit clownish in appearance suddenly. "I've killed before," she stated meekly.

"Oh, you're talkin' bout that defenseless little kid you slashed up beyond recognition, huh?" quipped Momma.

Six's eyes widened with shock behind her still-soaked bangs, but nobody registered it.

"That's right, poppet. We hear all about everything that happens on the outside. But you wanna know what?"

Six chose not to respond because she was sure she would be told the answer anyway.

As if on cue, Momma continued. "Nobody on the outside gives a shit about what happens in here." She gave that black toothy smile again, but a lot more menacing this time.

The falsely defeated Hell Child pretended to let out a long, hopeless breath. "All right, let's just get this fucking over with."

"That's more like it, poppet," said Momma with what Six believed to be general relief. "I really didn't wanna hafta hurt you." She approached slowly with her little satellite in tow. "We don't like to hurt people― do we, Sweet Pea?"

Momma's little bitch nodded uncertainly.

"We don't need an audience for this," stated Six, then headed towards the lavatory for more privacy.

Momma shoved Sweet Pea away from her with a force that nearly knocked her down, then followed Six hurriedly while she wiped her salivating stink hole.

The humorless Hellcat put on her most murderous grin while she opened the cubical door and then squatted with her legs spread open on top of a lidless stainless-steel toilet.

Momma continued to lick her moistened chops while she knelt before her victim and rolled up her robe sleeves as if planning to penetrate the girl in front of her right to the elbow.

Six let out a soft moan and ran her tattooed fingers through Momma's greasy, yellowed, graying hair, tantalizing at first, then without warning (and with a burst of Satanic-fueled steam), yanked the woman's face directly into the rim of the latrine. The sudden impact completely destroyed the bridge of Momma's nose beyond all repair. The remorseless Hell Child allowed her victim to pull back slightly a few ticks so she could register what just happened, then drove her face into the crapper between her legs a second time. The second shot rimmed out what was left of Momma's ill-kempt teeth, and then the third shot on her forehead knocked Momma out cold. Six was immediately disappointed by the lack of the other woman's consciousness. She wanted this fat, girl-raping piece of shit to suffer a lot more before her demise. In desperation, Six grabbed hold of Momma's greasy locks again and plunged her head into the toilet.

That did the trick.

Momma was still quite stunned from the unexpected attack but immediately flailed in response the moment her bashed-up face came in contact with the frigid water. The fat cow bucked like a mule and thrashed with the superhuman desperation to spare her own life, but it wasn't enough to overcome Six's Hellish genes and pent-up rage. Eventually, Mamma's struggle slowed after she had no choice but to inhale the water. Six continued to hold the woman's head down for good measure, then allowed the lifeless body to slump onto the slickened bathroom floor.

Six stood up and looked down upon the dead woman, who stared back at her with inert eyes. She flexed her hands in a show of power but felt devoid of the satisfaction that usually came from murdering― or even nearly killing someone, for that matter.

No, this just wasn't right.

In frustration, Six began to stomp on Momma's head like a child throwing a tantrum. The Child's bare heels made short work of the woman's cranium between the hard-tiled floor, but when the skull shards started to slice up Six's feet, she snapped out of her blacked-out fury. She looked down again upon Momma and now saw a bloody mess where her head used to be and a trail of thick blood snaking its way down the sloped floor toward the main drain.

That's more like it, relieved Six with that rush she typically felt after doing mayhem. She shrugged off the gruesome scene of violence as if nothing happened and then casually strolled over to the bundle of fresh clothes she had tossed on a wooden bench earlier outside of the shower. The recently incarcerated girl was feeling a lot better now. She even whistled a classic Driftwood song while she dawned her standard-issued prison robe and slippers. She was just about to leave and go back to her cell but decided she should search Momma's body for any contraband that might be useful here on the inside. After all, she was supposed to be officially in survival mode for the next six months and shouldn't waste this opportunity.

Upon a quick inspection, Six pocketed a pack of smokes, a box of matches, and a very impressive-looking homemade prison shank. That's a nice shiv, Momma, thought Six, then reconsidered. She must have taken that from one of the other girls. There's no way that stupid cunt could have come up with anything this clever―

Sweet Pea finally poked around the bathroom corner to inspect what she had already assumed had just happened. Her doe-like eyes scanned Momma's mutilated body, looked up at Six, then back down towards her cruel Momma. A beaming smile slowly crept in across her colorless lips. The liberated girl ran towards Six and wrapped her arms around her would-be hero and hopefully soon-to-be new pimp. She could barely imagine what it would be like to be in a one-sided relationship with this toned, beautiful young girl instead of that fat, smelly, sickening sack of shit that was lying dead on the floor.

Sweet Pea allowed herself a slight shudder from the horrific memories.

Six was somewhat flattered by the sudden affection. The slightly aroused Child of Satan ran her fingers through the young girl's hair to help soothe her. Eventually, the kid felt comfortable enough to look up to her protector. Being as shy as she was, Sweet Pea hoped her expression alone would show her undying loyalty to this fearsome newcomer. Six felt that familiar growing knot of tension building up inside her bowels. It was that same damn look of innocence coming from this girl below her. That same damn look that had set her off the last time when she slaughtered that young fleeing Pig. The same damn look of innocence she must have had on her face just before…

NO!

 She would never allow herself to relive that memory.

Six extracted the razor-sharp prison shank she'd pocketed earlier and drove it deep into Sweet Pea's abdomen. The stuck victim let out a tiny yelp in pain from the shock and unexpected aggression. In response, Six twisted the blade and shoved both girl and knifepoint into the closest adjacent wall. She ignored the pathetic frantic mewling from the adorable dying kitten and lifted Sweet Pea above her head off the ground. The Hell Child watched morbidly as the life slowly began to drain out of the young girl's eyes. To her unexpected, elated surprise, Sweet Pea let out one final cough of blood that sprayed Six in the face. She let out a tiny laugh before she slightly parted her lips to drink in the steady stream of blood that was pouring out of the now-dead girl's mouth.

Six was fascinated by her newly acquired taste for blood. Was this perhaps a sign from Satan that she might be destined to marry a Cooper?

No…

She would not allow herself to even entertain that thought just yet. Every Child in Hell knew that a marriage to a Cooper was the last resort. A final act of desperation to avoid dying on a cross on their nineteenth birthday.

Six finally tossed the dead girl's body over her head like a useless pile of trash. Ironically, Sweet Pea landed on top of Momma, a morbid picture of mother and daughter finally reunited by death. The amused Child gave a small huff from the hilarious thought, then sauntered to one of the sinks to wash off her bloodied blade and face. She resumed the playful whistling of the old Driftwood song afresh, then peered back at herself at the reflection in the steel mirror above the sink. Perhaps she might enjoy her stay here? Six considered. Nobody gave a shit who got killed here on the inside because The Dark Lord had no concern whatsoever about what happened to these dregs in his society that would usually end up back here repeatedly. That meant she pretty much had free range on her range for her particular brand of demented cruelty. Six put on that deadly smirk again. No, maybe it wouldn't be so bad in here. Not so bad at all.

After Six was all washed up (again), she dried her face on the oversized orange robe she wore and repocketed her freshly cleansed new weapon. Now, let's go back to our new home and set some ground rules for our smug, little new roommate, Six concocted. What the Hell was her name again? Tiffany, I think? She idly thumbed her blade's sharp side while returning to her cell.

The End

of episode one. To be continued in episode two

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