Sword of St. Michael #14

Story by bluedraggy on SoFurry

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#44 of Sampson and Devilah

A Wild Agrat Appears

In which Sampson learns how little a Hero can do in Hell, Devilah wishes she had never met him, and Agrat invites someone for Sampson to meet.


| When Sampson stepped through, he covered his mouth instantly - not expecting the heat or the smell of the place.

"Over there," Devilah gestured. True to expectations, the sword lay on the stone she had put it on last night.

Samson took it and hefted it, nodding. "Feels the same. I think we're good."

Devilah whispered to him desperately, "Let's go Sampson! They know you're here. They could be here any second!" | | | "No," Sampson replied. | | | "WHAT? Sampson, this is Hell! We've got to get out of here!"

"No," he repeated defiantly. "Devilah we've got to take a stand somewhere."

"Oh Sampson, but not here. not here!" | | | Devilah looked at him in shock, now realizing what he was doing. The idiot thought he could fight for her down here! She fell to her knees.

"NO! Sampson! You can't win here! You've got to get out before it's too late! This is no time to be..." she begged him.

"A Hero?" he finished for her. "I'm sorry Devilah, but that's what I am. Without you there's no reason for me to go back."

And with those words, she knew that they were doomed. | | | "Sampson, PLEASE try to hear me," she started, knowing in her heart that it was pointless now. "This isn't some dungeon! You have no concept of the powers here. You'll never get the chance to even..."

"STOP!" said the commanding voice of Agrat who materialized out of thin air. Devilah froze from force of habit more than anything else. When she looked back at Sampson, she found he had been enclosed in an all-too-familiar cage.

"You're back early Devilah. And still you've not completed your mission I see. But you've brought him here. That's an acceptable substitute," she said. Then, noticing the portal, she waved a hand and dispelled it. "You won't be needing that anymore." | | | Then turning to Sampson, she looked him over. "Nice. Good stock. Fine bones. How's his cock Devilah? Respectable? Oh! I'm sorry. You can speak now."

Devilah found she could talk again, but had nothing to say. She was too scared for Sampson to think.

"And you," Agrat said to Sampson directly, indicating the sword. What were you planning to do with that?"

Sampson's eyes grew narrow. "I was planning to cut you in half, demon." | | | "Oh! Were you? You thought you could slay me here? Well, I do admire your self confidence. But you are a fool Sampson. I've been watching you for a long time. Every step you've taken proves it. But now you are lost. You cannot hope to leave here. Devilah knows that. She knew it when she told you to come here, didn't you Devilah?"

Devilah looked at Sampson with sad eyes. "Yes Agrat. I knew it." | | | "She told me she couldn't kill you, but she did the next best thing. I've got some toys I want you to see first before you die though. Devilah knows them. But you are mortal. They will be much more... effective on you," she said, then pointed at the sword. "Devilah, take that away from him."

As she reached up to take the sword from him, Sampson gave it to her willingly, whispering, "Fight her!"

"I'm sorry, Sampson," she whispered. "I told you I cannot disobey my master here. I can end this early though, if you wish."

"No, Devilah. I will fight for you with every breath!"

Devilah shook her head as she took the sword away and set it back where it had been. Then she turned around and shouted at Sampson, "You blithering idiot! There will be no fight. Only pain. You forget where you are, HERO!" She spat out the word like a bitter pill.

"You stupid, stupid man. I LOVED YOU, DAMN IT. And you had to do this? Do you know what you've done? Now I'm going to have to watch this, and it's going to ruin me Sampson. You have ruined me! Because you were too arrogant to leave." | | | Agrat laughed. "Oh, that's precious. He thought you would fight me? Devilah, come here. Suck my pussy."

Devilah did as she was bid.

"She is a creature of Hell, hero. She is my slave in a sense more complete than you can understand. She cannot defy anything I tell her to do. Not here. Did she not explain that to you? Or did you not believe her? Either way, the consequence is the same." | | | "Enough, whore. Go wait in the corner."

Devilah sat down against the hot walls of Hell and closed her eyes, trying to escape watching Sampson's impending fate and close out the screams she knew would soon come.

Once more, Agrat waived her hands and Sampson found himself naked. "Oh my! Quite a package you've got there Hero. But trust me Sampson, armor would only make it harder for you." | | | "Now, try THIS on for size!"

Suddenly Sampson was hanging from chains in an extremely awkward position.

"Remember my pet, Devilah? A real loving creature. I think Sampson would appreciate his attentions, don't you? Of course, Sampson doesn't have the right equipment to accomodate him like you did. But if I remember that creature's cock, it'll make a hole if there isn't one there already. I'll just pop out and bring him in."

Devilah closed her eyes tighter and prayed she wouldn't have to see any more. | |