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Got pretty slammed by both work and the holiday weekend, so apologies for any major mistakes or errors I made. Either way, as always, enjoy. Looking forward to a bigger character focus now that there's a complete world in place.

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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For some time Milo stared out into the void, wondering where to begin. It was the sort of problem one might have if told, on the spot, to do a speech about any topic. There are just too many options, it's almost impossible to decide. But then, getting started is often the hardest part of anything. Plus, the kangaroo was still screaming from the sudden lack of reality, making it a bit difficult to concentrate. Ah, good, he finally passed out. Milo could have gagged him easily enough, but a part of him enjoyed getting to experience his suffering. Anyway, back to the matter at hand.

The best place to start, he eventually decided, would be a personal residence. Inspired by a certain popular medieval TV series, he chose to create a castle of his own. A sprawling throne room formed around him, with a tall golden throne at the center flanked by a series of empty pedestals. Next came a personal bedroom complete with full bathroom including hot tub. A tapestry hanging on the wall would be an elegant if cliched place to hide a door to his office, the first room he accidentally created.

With his new home complete, he moved on to creating the bulk of the castle. He started by creating an infinitely long hallway which was then curled into a spiral, effectively creating a tower of endless height attached to the throne room. The infinite height was relative, something that would change alongside the population as needed. A group of elevators at the center would make it a bit easier to get around quickly.

Then came a series of smaller rooms off of the hallway to act as residences for the staff he was planning to create. A kitchen and dining hall off the throne room was a good idea, there wasn't any rule against food. Some other functional rooms here and there... oh, and of course, a dungeon in the basement was a must. Probably should be the biggest single part of the castle, really. Plus, a section of that set aside for some special projects he'd been considering. Before he realized it, he had created a full fortress, at least the size of a small city.

He hadn't intended to go so overboard with creating so much on his first pass, but he had a bit of an addiction to world creation games back when alive. It seemed that carried over even after death. Well, there was no harm in being thorough, he figured. On that note, he looked out a window and remembered the stark white nothing expanding outward, and that the fortress, massive as it was, was still floating aimlessly through the void. The field he previously tried to create was as good a filler as any, he thought as green spread out into the distance. Once the horizon was formed he filled in a sky complete with sun, moon, and day to night cycle. No reason to change that from its basic function. Finally, no fortress would be complete without a wall, which he then formed in a wide circle around the central building. He began to head back to his throne room for the next step, but stopped for a moment and looked at his new courtyard. A large fully functional farm formed around him. No point in having a kitchen without access to fresh food. With that he headed inside.

Arriving back in the throne room, Milo realized that Conrad was still there, having been unable to follow him during the rapid construction. He was flopping about in the center of the floor, periodically getting shocked by the rings on his nipples, toes, and genitals. Their proximity function had apparently kicked on the moment he left the room. He wasn't sure how long he had been gone, but it had to have been at least a few hours. This must have gone far beyond agony. Had it happened to anyone else he might have felt bad, but since it had happened to the kangaroo, well, he couldn't help but laugh. Now that he was back the shocks ceased leaving the roo gasping for air through his gag. With that momentary distraction over, Milo sat down on his throne and got back to work.

The second stage of his plan was to populate his new fortress. Not with the damned, at least not yet. He learned his lesson after bringing the kangaroo in before he was ready, no harm in being prepared this time around. The best course of action would probably be to create a basic staff to handle the domestic responsibilities. There would have to be a few... main characters... that was probably the best term. A few permanent main characters, with the bulk of the staff being background characters who could, in the same fashion as the tower, change in quantity as needed.

His first several tries went poorly, being more sloppy derivations of the goat, same as his first attempt. Apparently the goat being the only other real person with whom he'd interacted since his death had a profound effect on his subconscious. He only just realized that he was having a hard time picturing anyone else he remembered. On that note, maybe he had an idea how he could shake off his little rut. He created a mirror in front of himself, taking a good look... taking the image of himself into his mind... creating a simple framework and letting the details fill themselves in... there... now... He opened his eyes again to see a svelte female weasel standing before him.

"Yes sir, do you need anything?" she politely asked.

"Uh, not at the moment... thank you."

She nodded and stepped off to his side. Judging by the office suit she wore as well as the notebook she held, he figured he must have made himself a personal assistant. Well, that would definitely be useful. He looked her up and down, noticing how attractive she was. Perfect figure, large breasts, a pair of cute little glasses... Thankfully he manged to just use himself as a species template instead of a full physical template, as a female version of himself... that'd just be weird. Then again, it worked for the goat... He shook off those thoughts and got back to work.

As Milo had hoped, creating something other than some stunted derivation of the goat helped spark his imagination. It took some more practice before getting the hang of things, but after some more experimentation he found himself ready to begin in earnest, He did his best to randomize species and gender when populating the different positions that needed to be filled. A kitchen staff to handle the food preparation, farmers to handle food production, janitors to handle the prodigious cleanup jobs he predicted becoming the norm, medical types to handle any surgical issues that might come up, and handymen to handle any necessary maintenance and manufacture. He almost opted against that last one, seeing as how he can create and destroy at will and all, but reconsidered since once he started bringing in the damned keeping things as 'real' as possible would be for the best. Worst case scenario he can handle things on his own on a case by case basis easily enough.

Milo looked out at his new staff with an appreciative smile. The ones with tasks to accomplish left to begin working, leaving the rest to mill about waiting for orders. Now that his staff ready, it was time to move on to creating... he turned to speak to his new personal assistant but stopped at the mirror he had forgotten. Remembering his state of complete nudity, he figured he should put something on. A set of fur lined flowing purple robes later, he sent the mirror away and looked back at his assistant.

"So, I don't suppose I ever got your name."

"I do not have a name, sir."

An awkward silence hung in the air for a few moments.

"Oh. Huh. I guess I left that out when I made you all. Hold on a moment..." He thought for a few seconds then asked, "How about now?"

"My name is Bridget, sir."

"Good, good. Was there anything else I missed when creating you all?"

"I am sorry sir, I do not understand the question," she replied with a deadpan expression. Milo stared at her. There was something off... what was it... His gaze narrowed as he puzzled it out...

"Personality!" he shouted as he snapped his fingers. "I didn't give you personalities. I can fix that easily enough." Milo closed his eyes and concentrated again. After a few moments each newly created member of his staff looked dazed, shaking their heads, before returning to their previous activities. Bridget blinked several times before smiling and looking back at Milo.

"Thank you sir, this feels much better."

Milo nodded. If he was going to have a confidant, better she not be a blank zombie.

Now that all of that was settled, he could finally move forward to stage three, summoning the damned. Milo turned to find where he left his tablet before seeing it held out to him by a still smiling Bridget. Either he made her psychic, or she was just really good at reading people. He might have to follow up on that, but for now, back to work. The tablet powered on and the app was reopened.

He looked around in the settings for some time until he found what he was looking for. Thankfully he, or at least his subconscious, had the foresight to include functionality to sort them by the severity of their crimes. The only real benchmark he had for severity was the time of their individual sentences, but that should be good enough. He classified anyone with a smaller than 1000 year sentence as a light offender, relatively speaking of course. He made the mistake of reading a few of their rap sheets and almost got sick right then and there. Even the least of them were, at best, monsters. Still, while their crimes were in no way excusable, he felt they didn't warrant any direct attention the same way the worst offenders did.

The moment he created the pedestals in the throne room, peppered throughout the room and lining the walls of his infinitely stretching hallways, he had an idea of what to do with the legions of the lesser damned. With the designated pool selected, he used a "Mass Summon" functionality to bring them all in at once, each appearing on an individual pedestal. Starting with the front of the throne room and continuing onward, each pair of pedestals on opposite sides of the room had an occupant appear standing at attention, hands at their sides, back straight, eyes forward.

Each individual in question had, as Milo designed it, a set of braces on every joint, ankles, knees, elbows, and so on, to hold them in position. A larger back brace kept the spine in position as well as giving a place to secure a tail if one existed. Also present in each new arrival was a ring gag plugged by a large dildo as well as a buttplug stuffed into their tailhole. The dildos and plugs in question had an odd slot at the exposed end. Completing their gear, they each wore a simple conical wire chastity cage if male or a basic chastity belt if female. Milo approached a male zebra nearest to his throne to appreciate his work. The zebra's eyes were rapidly looking around, trying to make sense of his situation. The braces were doing their job keeping him immobilized, so that was all he could really do.

Milo remembered from some philosophy class or another that some interpretations of hell involved some form of isolation despite being surrounded by others. This fit that description perfectly. Even though there is no shortage of other people here, they would never be able to interact with anyone. Barring one exception...

"Who's in charge of payroll?" Milo shouted into the crowd. A short, timid, brown mouse made his way through the mass of people and stood before Milo. He adjusted his tie before speaking.

"That would be me, sir."

"Alright, what's your name?"

"Gregor, sir."

"Do you understand your responsibilities?"

"Yes. I handle paying the staff for their work with the coins in your treasury."

"And what are those coins for?"

"Temporarily unlocking the... plugs... in the statues in order to have... fun times..." The mouse couldn't make it through saying 'fun times' without developing a slight blush.

"Excellent! Why don't you help yourself to some quality time with Mr. Zebra here as a reward?" The zebra's eye's widened. If he had any room to struggle he would be doing so, but the braces did their job and held him perfectly still.

"In front of everyone? Is that alright?"

Milo laughed.

"Trust me, it's fine." The mouse's blush deepened, but he still happily walked behind the zebra. A problem arose when he realized that his waist barely came up to the zebra's knees. Sensing what the mouse was about to say, Milo added, "If you want them to change their positions, just think about it and it'll happen."

Almost immediately, the braces began to shift. Within seconds the zebra was on his hands and knees, hooves splayed, rump up in the air. Gregor took a coin from the bag around his waist and slipped it into the buttplug's slot. The plug's knot released, allowing the mouse to pull it free. A bit of special functionality of the plug made it squirt some lube for easy removal and reentry. For the ease of the customer, of course. The mouse then dropped his pants and gave a blushing smile while he started to fluff himself up to full hardness. Even Milo was shocked by what the mouse was packing, especially on such a small frame. It almost appeared he was trying to shoplift a butternut squash. Size difference or no, the zebra was gonna feel this one. Now fully erect, the mouse began to press into the slickened tailhole. The zebra let out a deep groan as the mouse pushed in. A moan coming from the mouse almost sounded like it was harmonizing with the zebra.

A crowd began to form around the two, watching with rapt attention as Gregor started to furiously hump away at the kneeling zebra's rump. Looking below his belly, Milo grinned as he watched the caged cock attempt to swell from the deep prostate massage, pressing painfully against the wires. His own cock was begging to show through his new robes. The mouse wasn't taking it easy on the zebra, slamming into his ass with the force and speed of a hurricane. Breaking his gaze from the action, Milo cleared his throat and addressed the assembly, staff and living statues.

"This is the deal." He gestured towards the rutting pair to his side. The mouse was lying completely on the zebra's back, plowing his ass with increasingly rapid thrusts. "You do your jobs, you get paid, you get to use these... art installations to fulfill your sexual whims, and so on. Simple enough, right?" The staff murmured in agreement. "For those of you who don't have any immediate duties, well, wait for Gregor to finish up and he'll give you your first payment. You can move into your rooms, or have some fun, whatever you like. Have fun."

Milo figured he set up everything he could here, and moved on to deal with the medium offenders. He set aside the worst of the worst. He'd take care of them personally, once everything was fully up and running. The medium offenders, while not deserving his individual focus, deserved more attention than the whimpering statues lining the halls. This is where the dungeon he created would come into play. He selected the range of medium offenders and performed another mass summon, only this time he summoned each one into an individual cell, wrists chained to the ceiling.

A master was created for every few newly summoned souls down there. The masters were each given a degree of autonomy. They could handle their wards as they desired, themes, special interests, surgical modifications, or whatever they want to do. Milo's chief goal at the end of the day was to avoid micromanaging things. He figured he'd stop by when possible just to check out what perverse ideas they might produce down there.

Milo chuckled at the realization that he may have just created a perversion R&D branch. Should be interesting, if nothing else.

Looking back up from his tablet, he saw that the mouse had pulled out and jizzed all over the zebra's back. One of the cleaners, a skinny female possum, ran up to clean the cum off the zebra with her tongue in the hopes of getting paid first. A male fox followed suit, gently pushing her aside so he had room to assist. Gregor gave a contented sigh before pulling his pants back up. He pulled out a few coins, handing them to the otherwise occupied pair as they lapped up the rest of the cum. Once they finished, the braces reset themselves, forcing the zebra to his original standing position. The buttplug, as if driven by some magnetic force, was pulled back into his slightly gaping tailhole, reinflating the knot to lock it back in place.

The rest of the crowd swarmed around the mouse, obviously wanting their own chances to make use of the living statues. Milo considered that he might need to make more treasurers to handle a potentially infinite workforce, but he would just cross that bridge when he came to it. The nice thing about all of this was that if he made any mistakes, or just forgot something, it was easy enough to fix it.

With a smile, Milo backed away, returning to relax on his throne. He had a big day... or however long it had been. Not that he could complain, every moment of it was wonderful so the time just flew by. In any case, he was happy to have some time to relax. Noticing Bridget still standing off to his side, he decided to give her the rest of the night off. She had the same access to funds as Gregor, either for her own use or for handing out as rewards, so she didn't need to wait alongside the others. Before sprinting to a pedestal with a female rat standing at attention, she thanked Milo for everything. Milo sat back with a large smile. He had gone far past happy, this was perfection. The only word he could think of to describe it was that, simply, he was content.

One thing was missing, Milo realized, looking into the crowd. He shouted, "Oh Coooooo-nniiiiiiie, where are you?" only to get no response. "Don't make me motivate you. now." He waited a few moments before getting annoyed. A shock followed by a loud, tired wail sounded out, startling a few people near where the kangaroo was now struggling back to all fours. He slowly made his way to the sound of the weasel's voice on his elbows and knees, pushing the crowd out of his way as he went.

The threat of yet another shock to his genitals was more than enough to spur him into action. He had thought, while nearly passed out due to being continuously shocked for hours, that maybe he would, if nothing else, get used to the pain and develop a tolerance. But something about it, each time was something different, it wouldn't be possible to get used to it. His only hope was to do what he was told and try to keep his head down. A task easier said than done, thought the former alpha male as he shuffled up to the weasel sitting on his throne, robe open and cock out. Resigning himself to his fate, he shuffled the rest of the way there and sat, as best as he could, on the balls of his feet and looked up at Milo. Milo quickly grabbed the back of his head and hilted himself through the gag in one thrust.

The feeling of a tight warm throat around Milo's cock felt wonderful, but the tongue sticking out, caressing his balls made him gasp with pleasure. His gag reflex was going crazy as well, adding a wonderful stimulation to his cock. As a way of saying thanks, Milo rubbed the kangaroo's trapped cock with his foot, smiling at the additional small pained whine he heard in response. After the kangaroo finally stopped struggling, he let go of the back of his head and started to relax, taking stock of the rest of the goings on around him.

Bridget had the female rat on her knees, bent over backwards in a painful arch. Her pants and panties were on the ground, and she was grinding her pussy into the confused rat's snout. Milo figured he might need to give the female workers some extra tools to have their fun. At least she knew how to make due, he thought as she reached a shuddering orgasm, soaking the rat's face. It seemed his assistant was a squirter. Good to know.

It seemed Gregor had gotten into the swing of things, handing out coins to the assembly as fast as he could. The possum and fox from before were both double teaming a dark black wolf. The wolf was on his back, bent in half so his ankles were almost behind his head. While the fox plowed his exposed tailhole, the possum mounted his muzzle, forcing him to make use of his tongue with the threat of nipple twists. Milo liked their style, he'd have to remember them later, good main character candidates. They were quick favorites.

The rest of the throne room was rapidly turning into a full blown orgy. A pair of identical twin lions were sharing a squatting great dane's tailhole while taking turns slapping his balls. The dog was whining as best as he could through his gag.

A female cat was forced into a handstand while a male skunk fucked her face. He appeared to also be twisting her buttplug, toying with her tailhole as well. Milo was surprised that a skunk had chosen a mouth over an anus.

Looking to the next pedestal, Milo almost winced when he saw a chipmunk with a female jackal's arm shoved up his ass, almost to the elbow.

Nearby that a male penguin, of all things, was vigorously fucking a salamander's tits.

The sound of joy and wet smacking had completely filled the throne room, spreading outward to the rest of the fortress. Milo closed his eyes and gave another contented sigh. If he wasn't already dead, he could die happy now.

"Not a bad place, though it's a bit spartan for my own tastes," spoke a voice from beside Milo. Milo grinned, having worked to not be so easily startled, as the goat had suggested.

"I'm not so easy to scare... now... am... I..." He trailed off as he saw not a goat standing before him, but a floating snaggle-toothed grin. "You're doing a Cheshire cat thing now?"

"Oh, that damned bullshit again!" shouted the now sneering mouth. "I was doing this long before that bastard ripped off my routine. Pah!" While speaking, a sickly, greenish raccoon shrouded by a long white robe faded into existence around the mouth. Milo's hackles raised. This was the raccoon Chas warned him about, Avarice. He completely froze, waiting for Avarice to make the first move. "Judging from your reaction I'm assuming my elder brother told you about me, hm?"

Milo's confidence had completely fled, replaced by full panic. While he had managed to stop being the skittish wreck he once was, he wasn't exactly prepared to handle an entity that seemed to make the goat nervous catching him with his dick in his hands. Or down a kangaroo's throat, as the case may be. That last bit was for the best, since it hid the fact that he just released his bladder. Luckily for the kangaroo, the cock was in too deep for him to notice either. In any case, he was paralyzed by fear, and the raccoon was starting to get a bit irritated.

"Well, ol' Lust must've told you some doozies about me, hm? What did he say, exactly? I imagine the usual, I'm a manipulator, a cruel, scheming, evil, psychopathic hobgoblin? Am I close to the mark? Or maybe he said I was a gutless, duplicitous weasel, hm?" A low growl came from Milo. Avarice, whether by accident or by plan managed to find Milo's sore spot. "Ha! That got your attention, did it? You can calm down, I meant no offense. I was just hoping that might help you knock off the whole frozen thing."

"Alright then..." Milo's snarl softened, but he stayed on his guard. "So... why are you here?"

"I'm not allowed to drop by and introduce myself to my brother's newest plaything? Please, despite what he must have told you about me, I'm not some Machiavellian mastermind plotting your demise. Besides, he's no less a liar than I am. You should know."

"Wh... what does that mean, exactly?" asked Milo, with a mixture of skepticism and concern. The raccoon snickered in response.

"You didn't figure it out? The reason why you're here? The lies he told you to trick you into rejecting heaven to live in hell?"

"He didn't tell me any lies. I spent some time in heaven, and I didn't much care for it so here I am."

"Did you, now?" asked the raccoon through a grin showing far, far too many teeth.

"Yeah, I..."

"Did you, really?" Avarice's grin grew impossibly wide as the weasel realized what he was hinting towards. Milo, for the first time in a while, felt a bit worried. "There it is! The look of betrayal that comes from realizing you may have rejected true paradise in exchange for damnation on completely false pretenses." After thinking in silence for a few moments, Milo shook his head.

"No. No, I don't think I believe you." The raccoon's grin faded.

"Oh? Please, do elaborate."

"It's too convenient, you clearly have some vested interest in sowing discord. And I have no reason to believe you over, well, anyone else, much less Chas, who has helped me quite a bit. So no, I don't believe you."

"If only more mortals were as gullible as you, my job would be so much easier. Deny me if you wish, that's your business. I just hope you know who tried to tell you the real truth when you find out everything else my brother has done."

"What? What else are you talking about?"

"Enough," said a booming voice. Before anything else could be said, Chastiel appeared in a flash. The goat was male again, as evidenced by the throbbing erection sticking out from his body. Milo figured he must have been in a rush, since he didn't appear to be wearing a suit.

"Ah, there you are, Lust. I was wondering when you would finally appear to defend your new toy. Took your time this time around, I must say."

"You have said your peace, Julius. Now be on your way." The greenish raccoon suddenly turned a color closer to red.

"MY NAME IS AVARICE, GOD OF GREED AND ENVY YOU SMUG PERVERTED PIECE OF..." he screamed before regaining his composure and stopping.

"You are not a god. You are a pretender at best, a thief, a leech. You are a nothing that blundered its way into significance. Now go." Avarice gave a polite smile, bursting with suppressed rage.

"Very well. I did what I came to do, I won't overstay my welcome." He started stepping backwards, fading away a bit more with every step, leaving only his mouth. "Do remember what I said Milo, it'll help in the long run," was the last thing he said before that faded away as well.

The rest of the orgy going on thankfully hadn't noticed any of that exchange, though an uncomfortable silence existed between Milo and Chas for several minutes before Milo finally broke the silence.

"He... he was lying, right? That was really heaven I saw, right?" The goat stayed silent a bit longer, staring into the middle distance before looking back and responding.

"Does it really matter?"

"To me it does, yeah!"

"Then yes, you saw a heaven."

"A heaven?"

"I showed you someone else's interpretation of heaven. A particularly prudish one, but still a heaven. You could have made your own same as here, but it would not have been as real. You would not have gotten revenge on your kangaroo friend there, for example."

Milo rubbed his forehead. "I get that, I know. I just would have appreciated the honesty from the start I guess." He sighed, but added, "It's not a big deal though. It doesn't change anything. I'm still happy here." The goat smiled then nodded before turning to leave. Milo stopped him, adding "You're welcome to join the orgy here if you like, you seem to be open, after all.

Chas turned and eyed a particularly buxom wolf that was available for use. "That sounds nice, yeah."

Milo tossed him another bag of coins and said, "Have fun." with a polite smile. The goat caught the bag, then sprinted away. This was another overly stressful day Milo thought as he rubbed his temples. He looked down and was almost surprised to see the kangaroo still lightly gagging on his dick. The kangaroo was pushed away, freeing his ring gag once again. Milo stood up, walking away from the orgy still going strong around him.

"Come on Connie, let's head to my room, I think I'm going to brutally pound that ass of yours for a while and then try to get some rest. Come on."

As he walked away, the kangaroo shuffled along on all fours, letting out a defeated whine as he followed.