Hell's Hierarchy

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The skies above Hell were a burning haze of red and ash, casting long shadows over the jagged terrain. Amidst the cracked ground and flowing rivers of lava, a single figure stood in silence, gazing up at a dark, ominous structure in the distance.

It looked like a castle—if one could call that monstrous thing a castle. Massive towers twisted unnaturally toward the skies, carved from black stone, with grotesque statues lining its walls. From where Jason stood, he could feel it... a presence. One not like the other places he had passed.

"That's not just any stronghold," he muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes. "There's something important inside… and judging from the number of cursed signals… a lot of souls to collect."

He crouched low, sticking to the shadows.

Jason didn't charge in recklessly. Not here. This wasn't the kind of place you stormed blindly. He activated his stealth techniques, moving like a phantom between the warped stone pillars and molten crevices.

Two lesser demons patrolled the perimeter—both twitchy, snarling, stupid.

They didn't even see the claws coming.

Cleave.

With barely a sound, Jason erased them both. Their bodies dropped before they even had time to scream. He knelt and checked his soul count.

+7 Souls

"Nice. Let's keep going."

He crept through the side halls, assassinating more guards where he could, each clean kill adding more souls to his growing count. The deeper he moved, the clearer it became—this place wasn't like the outer ruins he had cleared before.

Eventually, Jason found himself near the inner chambers. A large hallway stretched before him, its ceiling towering high above. Strange, dark runes lined the walls, glowing dimly in red.

And then he saw them.

Not lesser demons.

No.

These were Demons—full-blooded, real ones. Each of them stood over two meters tall, muscular, armed, and radiating a pressure that made the air itself feel heavy. Their horns curled like crowns, their eyes glowed with malice. If Jason had to guess...

"Each of them… has at least twenty souls," he whispered, frozen in the shadows.

There were twenty of them, walking in formation. Ten on each side, forming two lines—marching in unison like soldiers.

But it wasn't them that made Jason stop breathing.

It was the two figures in the center.

They weren't towering monsters.

They looked... humanoid.

Tall, graceful, almost beautiful. A man and a woman—pale-skinned, with eyes like glowing embers and robes made of shadows. Their presence dwarfed the other demons, not in size—but in sheer pressure. The cursed energy they exuded was suffocating. Refined. Controlled. Dangerous.

Jason's instincts screamed.

Not yet.

He clenched his fists and slowly backed away, keeping his presence suppressed. It wasn't fear that held him back—it was logic. He could maybe take one or two of the regular demons. But all of them? And those two in the middle?

That would be suicide.

As the procession turned into another hall deeper inside, Jason retreated into the shadows. Once outside the perimeter, he marked the place on his mental map.

"Not today," he muttered, eyes cold.

"But I'll be back"

....

The heat of Hell never faded. Even after more than a month of roaming its lands, Jason still felt the ever-burning air crawling on his skin.

He moved swiftly across the blackened wasteland, his senses sharp, his mind alert. Ahead of him were three lesser demons, hunched and snarling, dragging what seemed like the remains of a damned soul. They hadn't seen him.

Jason didn't hesitate.

Cleave.

The first one's head split cleanly.

Spiderweb.

Cursed lines wrapped around the second and third before they could react—then Dismantle carved through their chests.

+11 Souls

Jason exhaled.

Too easy.

"These souls aren't enough anymore... Perhaps I should find a way to attack that castle without alarming the special two demons...." he thought, glancing at the faint glow around his hands. The rush he used to feel was gone. His power had grown so much that these weaklings were no longer a challenge.

But just as he turned to move, the ground lit up in circles of flame—

BOOM!

Bolts of fire erupted all around him, exploding in bursts of crimson heat. Jason leapt back, flipping mid-air to dodge the blasts. He landed on one knee, claws drawn, eyes scanning his surroundings.

And then—

They emerged.

Seven full-fledged demons stepped out from the flames. Each of them taller than a man, each with horns, wings, jagged armor-like skin, and eyes that shimmered with predatory hunger. Their cursed energy twisted the very air.

Behind them?

Fifty lesser demons, snarling like rabid dogs, surrounding Jason in a perfect ring.

A voice broke the tension.

"So you're the lost human that's been killing all the fledglings," one of the full demons spoke, stepping forward. His skin was darker than the others, thick and rugged like stone. His aura was heavier too—older. Smarter.

Jason narrowed his eyes.

"You're alive, aren't you?" the demon continued, grinning with fanged teeth. "A human that came to Hell by his own means... Wonderful. I wonder how your soul tastes. Probably good enough to help me advance. Perhaps... finally become a Lord Demon."

Jason cracked his neck. "So you all can talk? That's wild. Let me guess, this is an ambush?"

"Yes," the demon said without shame. "The Lord Demon of this region has taken notice of your activity. Your presence here is... disruptive. And so, it has fallen on me to eliminate the pest that's been causing problems."

Jason's expression shifted slightly.

"Lord Demon... that the humanoid freak in the big castle?"

A flash of surprise crossed the demon's face, but he quickly recovered.

"Oh. It seems you know a thing or two. Yes. That is the Lord Demon. One of the Thousand highest ranked demons in Hell. One you should fear."

"Thousand, huh?" Jason said, eyes narrowing. "Is there a class higher than that?"

The demon smirked. "Are you attempting to gather information from me now? Interesting human, aren't you? Shouldn't you be afraid for your life?"

Jason chuckled.

"I would be... if I were a normal human." He then slowly raised his cursed hands, glowing faintly with blue energy.

"But I'm not."

He took a step forward.

"So tell me, demon... What do you think is stronger?" He tilted his head slightly, smile curling.

"A demon… or a Cursed Spirit?"

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