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Chapter 3

Hell, Jacob knows little of it, but Onyxia, she was raised in it. As the two sleep together again they begin to share memories. Jacob's curiosity of hell causes Onyxia to recall her memories of it and subconsciously pass them to him. Onyxia's earliest memory of hell is one from before she was even born.

Hell is a place filled to the brim with souls in various stages of corruption. The very air is saturated with tiny dark magic spores that slowly drive into demonic madness. Hell is very unlike how the living imagine it, it is not a place filled with fire and molten rock that burns everything eternally. That is not to say there aren't places in hell like that, but there is plenty of diversity down there. There are even regions filled with lush plant life and oceans with gentle breezes, there are deserts with massive ever shifting dunes of sand, towering forests. Every biome of the world of the living is mirrored in hell, the only difference being instead of a sky there is a ceiling of rock with stalactites the size of mountains hanging town from the sky. These incredible stone pillars represent areas where souls tend to die and thus the higher the traffic of souls flowing into hell in a region, the larger the stalactites growing from the ceiling. In places of the greatest flow these stalactites actually connect to the floor.

When a soul dies it rides the nearest stalactite down thousands of feet into the great abyss of hell where it is promptly devoured by a demon or absorbed into a spirit plant, there are no exceptions, souls all begin the circle of rebirth by being consumed by some form of demon. Spirit plants are also demons, and all possess some ability to move or interact with their surroundings, be it through soul sucking tentacles, hidden pitfalls filled with digestive fluids, or even hallucinogenic pollen emitting flowers, or as is the case with many things in hell, fully functional genitals used to lure the lustful ignorant common demons into giving away some of their souls through a fearsome fucking, which in the cases of the larger, older plants can suck every last soul out of the victim rendering them a lifeless husk that rapidly turns to the glowing dust that is the primary light source in hell. These glowing particles float above the ground in places hundreds of feet up, and in others only inches from the ground depending on the elevation of the place.

In hell there are only two forms of entertainment, killing each other, and raping each other. Gender matters little, only domination. But breeding is a central part of the cycle of rebirth, without breeding, hell would be filled with a select few bloated feeders who sit under stalactites drinking souls for eternity. There are a few places where that is the case, but it was designed intentionally by far more intelligent demons than the common rabble. The most intelligent race of demons are the ones who have typically lived the longest without dying. They are known as Royal Demons, and have titles such as duke, prince, king, queen, princess, duchess, etc. Their titles are given to them by the Master. The most powerful creature in hell by an extraordinary margin. He is acknowledged by all demons as the supreme ruler and is never questioned. Even the most unintelligent and violent demons bow their heads in his presence.

The Master is an Old God, one of the true gods. He is the creator of hell, but was stripped of his Light magic by another God. He rules over hell you could say, but in truth he simply watches as the world he has made does everything for him. The system is made, and the ecosystem of demonic rebirth is an effective way to process the dead so that they don't build up in the world of the living. The Master occasionally walks his domain, most of the time he only parades himself to watch the demons bow before him, but there have been times where he saw a particularly attractive demon and orders him or her to follow him back to his floating castle. None know what horrors dwell in that sinister floating castle, or how it moves about, many demons speculate that The Master has the demons he brings with him back to his castle suffer the most creative and horrifying tortures imaginable, while others think he breeds them to produce the most beautiful race of demons he can. Both are true.

Onyxia remembers being inside her mother's womb as a baby and the fateful day when her mother was torn in half. She can recall it in vivid detail as her warm soft first memory is suddenly shook and torn in half by a sadistic giant. Her mother's legs were gripped in the each of the giant's hands as the beast slowly pulled them apart until she tore up the middle and fell to the ground, legless. The fall was what Onyxia felt as a sudden jarring, the unfortunate mother demon landed on her head which killed her instantly, the shock of the impact ruptured her water, and Onyxia easily slid out the horrendous tear. Immediately following her unconventional birth Onyxia scurries under some plant cover, where she hides as the giant further abuses her mother.

Demons carry their young longer than humans as their bodies are more resilient to abuse, and can grow much larger before the instinct to birth drives the young from them. Nearly all female demons also have a strong fetish for being pregnant, and even more for the feeling of birthing. Much like they have a fetish for trying to take impossibly large penetrations, and due to their resilience, some of them do. It is not unheard of for a 30 foot tall giant to use a 5 foot succubus as a living sex toy, and get her pregnant. Most females have some degree of self-preservation however, and try to avoid giants, and their cocks. Onyxia's mother was too far pregnant to escape when this giant came to her domain, Onyxia was born looking like a 5 year old human, and fully capable of living without a mother to nurse and teach her. That's just the way demons are, violent, perverted, remarkable beings.

Onyxia survives by eating plants that are still too small to defend themselves, and grows up dodging giants and evading males, and not trusting other females. She survives against all odds to maturity, and she becomes quite adept at navigating the various biomes of hell, and avoiding its inhabitants. The few times she has approached other demons either ended in her having to fight for her life, or end up raped. Almost every time after the first encounter she successfully avoided or killed any demon she encountered. She is smarter than the rest, and uses her ability to think to her advantage, she outwits many of her adversaries as her body is weak. She inherited her mother's breeder body type, which is low on strength but high on durability. She inherited her father's mind, and his ability to think rationally.

She crafts a spear out of an ironwood lasher's tentacle which once cut off goes rigid and hardens to the point of being equal to a weak metal. She hunts and fights with this weapon for some time, and she grows more quickly once she does. A breeder with a weapon isn't a very threatening sight in hell, slender frame, large breasts and butt. And a reproductive system so large even empty her belly bulges with the girth of her womb, and her vagina looks more suited for a breeding centaur than a humanoid. Her appearance causes most who see her to be filled with the desire to pump her full of babies, but she has become quite proficient at dispatching the almost always unarmed rabble with her effective weapon.

Without even knowing about it Onyxia gathers enough souls to earn her a Royal title, unheard of for a common breeder, even more so for one on her first rebirth. She still looks completely human, save for her exaggerated features. No horns, no tail, no wings, no claws, no strangely colored skin, not even demonic eyes. She has tan skin, luscious black hair, brown eyes, and human everything. Her body has more muscle than any other breeder, but not to excess like some warriors. She maintains an attractive feminine fat layer over toned muscles. All in all, a very attractive healthy looking woman.

Her buildup of souls is beginning to cause her libido to rise, and she is frequently annoyed by trails of lube running down her legs or puddling under her if she doesn't sit on the edge of her seat to let the perpetual dribble fall. As she continues in her routine, she accumulates more and more souls, but has no idea what to use them on, so they just build up in her body, causing her body to become progressively more fertile and her lusty thoughts to cloud her mind with thoughts of getting pregnant.

She decides it is time to try to escape this place, and find a way to the world of the living. She knows that there are rifts that powerful demons can push their way through in places of power in in the world of the living, but getting to them will be very challenging in her current state of mind. She travels light, and fast, but is forced to slay several more demons on her journey up to the upper caverns where the rifts are said to be.

It takes Onyxia a whole day to make the trip, and her spear is dripping with blood by the time she fends off the last of her would be rapists. Her eyes glow a brilliant dark purple now as her body strains to contain the massive payload of souls within her. A steady flow of thick slimy lube flows to the ground like some kind of clear spider web, and her breasts have begun dribbling milk in little spurts as her heart pounds in her chest. Onyxia pants more from her mind shattering arousal than from the physical exertion of slaying the demons.

She sees her goal in the near distance, a gateway carved in the stone base of the largest stalactite in hell at the top of a winding staircase that wraps around the entire spire several times to reach the top. Her journey is almost over, she smiles at the sight, but then groans at the sight of a swarm of weak demons lurking about the entrance of the winding stairs, and two armored guardians wielding massive obsidian great swords. She sighs, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then twirls her trusty spear, and steels herself for combat.

Onyxia is twice as tall as the fledgling demons who clamour about in a great mosh pit, fighting, fucking, fleeing, repeating. There is no end to this chaos, and it disgusts Onyxia. They might as well be beasts the way they behave. She crackles her neck and plows through, cracking any skulls that make a move at her and shoving the occupied out of her way as she approaches the two guardians. Fear dilutes her arousal, these armored giant stand resolute before her path, and their mighty weapons are stained with the blood of countless weak demons who get too close.

Onyxia breaks free of the writhing mass of bodies, and into an open space around the guardians. They slowly pivot their heads to look at her, it sounds like stone grating on stone as they do. Their eyes flash red as they lock onto her and she recognizes that these are no demons. These are golems, enchanted statues given one directive "Let none pass." They immediately brandish their massive swords and strike in perfect unison, they are frighteningly fast for their size and weight. Their massive swords are embedded in the stone floor for a moment before they yank them free. Then they stomp heavily after her as she dances around with superior agility, she manages to thrust her spear into the face of one of the guardians, but it shatters on his helmet rendering Onyxia weaponless.

She decides to try and get past them and just run up the stairs, and hope for the best. She rolls past one of the guardians, and dodges the slash of the other, but to her amazement, the second guardian's strike connects with the first's leg! Onyxia is past them, and hesitates of whether she should use this opportunity to try to finish them, or if she should just continue. Her pride in her combat ability wins out, and she walks back towards them. The wounded guardian stays down as it stares at her, then it makes a gravelly laughing noise, and slides her its sword. The second guardian waits for her to pick it up, and assume a combat stance.

Onyxia looks at the massive blade and marvels at its beauty, it appears to be made of volcanic glass, but is able to cut through stone without even chipping. She reaches down to pick it up, and the moment her fingers touch the hilt, the blade glows purple. And her mind clears of all arousal, all distraction. There is only the fight. Onyxia lifts the massive blade in one hand, and assumes an ancient master sword fighting stance. With one hand out, and her stance wide and low, she hefts the blade as if it were a shortsword. The remaining guardian nods approvingly, and raises his own.

The two combatants clash blades many times, and the battle drags on and on. They make so much noise that the fledgling demons stop fighting and fucking to watch, they start cheering and chanting for both sides. Eventually Onyxia becomes familiar with her weapon, and her foe. And lands a blow that takes off his head. The lifeless golem falls to rubble, and his sword stands out of the ground like the grave of a great hero. A wispy voice floats through the air from all directions and says "Thank you..." a breeze blows away the disintegrating remains of the golems, and only Onyxia remains, sword in hand, hair blowing in the wind, eyes glowing a fearsome purple, and strange magical markings slowly drawing themselves upon her body. A reward for her victory.

Onyxia feels the massive quantity of souls the golems had collected from their defeated foes flowing into her body, and the arousal coming back stronger than ever. She grabs the second sword and runs through the gate and up the stairs, before she loses herself to the souls that are causing her body to grow even more fertile, and swell with the need to breed. She feels the markings on her body enhancing everything about her, from her mind, her strength, to even her fertility. Every aspect of her is being improved, while keeping the human like appearance she is so proud of.

She makes it to the top of the stairs, and drops to the ground as she tries to catch her breath, her belly is starting to swell as the souls keep pouring into her. She vomits and spurts dung from her ass simultaneously. There is no more room inside her body, and she feels the pressure building as the souls keep coming. She gags, then chokes back her nausea, grabs her swords and staggers forward. Her breasts and belly are taut and hard with pressure as her body strains to contain the souls. She finally makes it to the closest rift and staggers through. Her abundant power makes traversing the rift easy, as well as the blessing from the golems which acts as a key unlocking the barriers she would have to break without it. She sees light at the end of the darkness and hurries towards it.

The light is blinding, but thankfully she is in spirit form, and is able to float from here on out. She still feels the souls flowing into her from hell, as she realizes the golems have regenerated and have resumed their duty. But instead of storing the souls within themselves, they are sending them to her through her markings! 'Some blessing this is, I'm going to explode...' Onyxia floats forward as quickly as she can through the mountains, eventually she finds a Fau'Dragon herder, and sees a potential host. A baby Fau'dragon romping around its mother.

She flies towards it and starts shoving herself into it, but the little Fau is too small. Desperation causes recklessness, and Onyxia picks up the resisting Fau, and carries it over to a river where she holds it under water. The little creature's mind falters and Onyxia slides her bloated body into it. The little Fau rapidly turns black and grows horns. Wings burst from its back, and muscles grow so rapidly under its skin that its skin tears in places. Onyxia revels in sweet relief as the pressure in her body is dispersed into this living creature. Its scales turn to the same material of the swords she brought with her, and its teeth grow longer and sharper. Onyxia then feels the ancient magic in this world sear her new body's genitals and neuter her. She cares not, now she is free, and now she won't explode from the seemingly endless flow of souls, which seem to still be flowing into her.

Thus was the life of Onyxia the demon over, and the life of Onyxia the Dragon began.