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After a suicide back in 2014, Mark had temporarily went to Hell, due to murdering himself when he was on Earth. He woke up on a floor, or what he thought was one. An anthropomorphic dragoness saw him move, which was her cue to at least "greet" him. "Hey there. Are you one of the new guys here," she asked. Mark analyzed her head peeping out of the ground. "Actually, I think it's possible I have been here before, since my soul was trapped here at one point," he said. The dragoness smiled as she saw how small he looked to her. "What is your name," she asked in a charismatic tone of voice. Mark smiled as some of his amnesia cleared up. "I'm fine if you call me Mark," he said. "I'm Infernia," the dragoness replied with, showing her nudity as she began emerging from part of Hell's ground. Mark was heavily seduced by her huge breast size, which made the breasts he's seen small in comparison. "You know, I'm already starving for meat," said Infernia. Mark gave her a confused expression, but he believed she had mal-intent.

"Let me guess; since I'm a human, you would probably eat me whole," he said. Infernia maliciously grinned as she just licked her lips. "Yeah, I need prey who can put up a fight," she said. This confirmed the suspicion Mark felt; she planned to eat him whole! "Isn't there anyone else you could choose," he asked. "Nah, I think you'll taste the best, but I'll make you a deal; be my sex slave, or my food," Infernia said. Mark knew he could now be killed or her new sex slave. Apparently, he felt his willpower increase as he felt a familiar force in his veins. "It's unquestionable; my inner bankai's with me," he thought. Infernia, who felt even hungerier, tried to decapitate him with her teeth. "You're a dead motherfucker," she yelled out of rage. Mark got himself together as his adrenaline kicked in; he dodged his predator's failed decapitation right before his previously imminent death. "Or so you'd think," he said. This infuriated Infernia, as she was not expecting him to dodge her. "I've already lost my patience. I plan to kill you," she said. Mark gulped as he had to keep track of where she went.

She stormed forth targeting him again, this time faster than the previous assault she attempted. Mark leaped in the air, but was struck by Infernia's long tail, which got him launched to a pit of bones. Normally, someone Infernia preyed on would have been dead at this point, but Mark luckily set up a substitution to prepare for the fight. "I can't find her. Since a substitution was the last to see her, where in Hell could she be," he thought. He felt the ground shake and Infernia popped up to eat him in one gulp. Her strong jaws crushed every organ and bone that Mark once had- well, that is, an electric-based substitution clone of his, which was triggered to detonate and leave most of Infernia's limbs stunned from the paralysis. The real Mark presented himself from a mysterious void that he temporarily protected himself in. "Looks like one substitution clone got you to come out from the ground," he said. Infernia began growling as she fell to the ground. "Damn it, I can't move for shit," she said. "Do you want me to kill you, or let you be my bitch," Mark asked.

Infernia remained frustrated as he pinned her limbs down as he could now be on top of her. "Impossible; he got me," she thought. Mark smiled at what has once been his predator, but potentially a new sex slave. Mark began fondling her breasts, which could still move with his help. "Why don't you let me be top," he asked. Infernia blushed with mixed emotions racing through her mind. "I'm always top- I hate anything where I'm not top," she said, barely able to communicate by speaking. Mark's face showed a sinister smile as he showed his erecting penis. "Well, that's too bad. I tend to be top, too. Now I'll teach you your place," he said. Infernia looked horrified as Mark started to rape her. "You son of a bitch! I've called the shots, not the small fries," she said. Mark laughed at her angry trash-talking. "I'm 18, and I'm more important than you would think," he said. Infernia groaned as she had to take every single inch of him raping her vagina. "You know, Hell's a place where it's kill or be killed and rape or be raped. Obviously, you have stood your ground," she said, struggling to move her stunned body, with her head, mouth, and tongue being the exceptions.

After a long period of time, Mark finally ejaculated into the vagina and impregnated her. Infernia, traumatized after she was raped, cried as Mark continued pinning down his new prey. "I hope that you've learned your place, or I'll kill you next time," he said. After this dialogue, Mark screamed as the demon possessing his mind got out of him. Mark looked confused at what was a traumatized Infernia. "I can't remember what happened at all," he said. Infernia, who knew about the soul possessions in Hell, was concerned that Mark was victimized via a brainwashing. "You swear ya did? I know everything that has happened," she said, still nervously speaking. Mark could tell Infernia was remaining crippled for now. "Look, if I help you, will you swear to never assault me again," he asked a little carefully, remembering that she preyed on him. Infernia wept as she looked him in the eye, but still scared for her life. "Why should I trust the first man who raped me," she asked. Mark's facial expression changed as he noted his erection within her vagina.

"Holy shit, I've paralyzed and raped her. Good God, what have I done," he thought. He took his penis out of her warm vagina, which was luckily unharmed right now. "I'm ashamed of the possession that went to my mind," he said. Infernia, for the first time, felt a bit sympathetic. "I shouldn't have been so ignorant when I tried to eat you whole," she said. Mark nodded in agreement as he began carrying Infernia in his arms. "Damn, are you strong," she said. Mark smiled from her interesting compliment as he was using inner bankai to amplify his arms' muscle strength. "I actually harbor inner bankai; that's why," he said. Infernia gave him a surprised expression at what would be superhuman strength. "If you let me live, I swear that I will not hurt you," she both thought and said. Mark looked skeptically as he continued to carry her. "Listen carefully- I don't trust women easily. My spouse, interestingly, is an exception," he said. Infernia understood the mistrust he felt. "Yeah, I guess that you will not trust me yet. Most guys who come here have been by meals," she said. Mark himself felt hungrier as well.

"Where can we both get a bite," he asked. Infernia tried hard to think about a convenient place, but she knew he did not trust her yet. "I think there may be one place," she said. Mark slowly walked to a shrine guarded by demons, with the help of Infernia, who knew where the shrine was found. "I'll tell you what turns to take," she said. One of the more masculine demons saw them via a telescope and got a knife made of steel. "I see I'll easily have two murders if they come to this shrine," he quietly said to himself. Infernia, whose body continued to fight off the paralysis her limbs felt, gasped as she remembered the demons who murder trespassers. "Hold on! We should not go there," she said. Mark sighed with agitation as he stopped and sat on a bench that looked like it was made of unnatural bones. "Why? You told me there was a shrine with food," he said. Infernia frowned as she watched him glare at her. "Actually, there are a few. But, there are different options," she said. Mark groaned as he continued heading to a shrine.

A demoness licked her lips while she watched Mark. "Hey, Mom; why does he look familiar," she asked. Her mother, who was already down on her knees for a male demon receiving fellatio, groaned as she took the dick from her mouth, with a vibrator in her asshole and a dildo in her vagina. She angrily looked at her daughter who interrupted her. "Wendy, I have businessmen I need to take care of," she yelled. The humanoid demon glared at the much younger demoness. "Your hot mom is already busy. Now, if we can, Lucina; let's resume," he said. Lucina smiled as she grabbed the hot-red erection and sucked on it. The male demon was enjoying this experience, but Wendy just felt lonelier. "Why has my mother been a prostitute," she thought. She noticed Mark approaching the shrine, now a few feet from the shrine she planned to work at. Mark saw her teleporting and stopped to make sure he was not in her way. "Hi there, sir. What brings you here," she said. "I'm Mark, and this is Infernia, who needs help recovering," Mark said. The demoness smiled as she continued eyeing him up. "How can I help both of you," she asked.

Infernia just growled at the demoness. "I'll probably need a hanger and food," she said. The demoness giggled as she smiled at the dragoness. "What's wrong, you have an unwanted fetus on the way," she asked. Infernia tried to move, but now it were both hands this time that were controllable. "Of course I want a goddamn abortion," she snapped. Mark shook his head, feeling disgusted by Infernia's choice with his kid. "That's my kid you plan to kill," he yelled. The demoness looked confused at both him and Infernia. "Wait, you would be its paternal parent," she asked. Mark nodded shamefully as he looked down at Infernia. The demoness felt concerned for the two parents' well-being. "Hey, my name's Wendy; whenever you need me, come back to this shrine," she said. Immediately after her sentence, Mark examined the demoness' characteristics. "Wendy, huh? I'm already known by some as Mark Krieg," he said. Wendy's expression changed as she now remembered dating him. "Wait, I swore we've both been friends," she said.

Memories of her triggered in Mark's mind as he remembered dating her several years ago. "Wendy Ferr, if I remember you right," he said while carrying Infernia in one arm. Wendy blushed as her memories were becoming much clearer. "Yeah, that's my name," she said. Infernia growled at the young demoness. "Fuck off, he's mine," she said. Lucina, who was done with the prostitution, heard the women fight and got out to check on the guest: Mark Krieg. "Girls, cut it out. (Lucina looks closer at the man.) Hey, hot stuff. What's your name? I've already been known as Lucy. You can also call me Lucina," she said. Mark blushed as the demoness was flirting with him. "Me? I'm Mark Krieg," he said. Lucina smiled as her tail wrapped near his waist. "What a pleasure to meet strong gentlemen such as you," she said as she devilishly licked her lips. Infernia looked even angrier this time, as the two demonesses were in love with Mark. "Gentleman? Not when he would get possessed," she thought. Once the paralysis would wear off, Infernia stroked Mark's arm with one of her hands. "Mark, I think I can stand now," she said.

Mark put her down as Infernia stood on both of her legs, with the help of her tail. She hugged him from an inexplicable sense of attraction, despite the traumatic experience she had. "There was a demonic spirit that used him, just to have me raped," she thought. Did the demon try defending Mark's life, or did it try to ruin Mark's reputation? Neither Mark nor Infernia could possibly know the truth. "I wish I could save my kid," Mark said. Infernia saw Mark's body shake from the disturbing thought. "Mark, I'm sorry for attempting to hurt you back then," she said. Lucina removed her tail from Mark as she let them both in. "Come on in; you both need clothes," she said. Mark and Infernia stepped in the shrine, albeit the former planned to get sanitary clothes. "Thanks for welcoming Infernia and me, Lucy," he said. Lucina, known as Lucy by some, giggled with excitement as she hugged the semi-tired man. "You were Wendy's friend, and easily her first crush, too. As her maternal parent, I want to ensure you will feel respected, as if there's a second family to help you," she said. Infernia's stomachache worsened as she looked for fresh food.

"Damn it, where the hell's the food," she asked. Lucina and Wendy's tails began pointing to the refrigerator. "Luckily, we have a fridge where we store most food," Wendy said. Mark's face showed a confused expression as he glanced at the fridge. "How modernized has Hell become these days," he asked. Lucina smiled as she and Mark shared romantic glances towards one another. "Sweetie, I've had to modernize the shrine. I was sick of the traditional crap," she said. Mark shared a laugh with her as they blushed. "I understand; a refrigerator easily keeps food fresher," he said. Lucina smiled as she watched him see what she had in there. "I think there already were spare organs," she said. Mark looked shocked at the quantity of organs he could pick from. If he ate beforehand, he likely would have puked at this point. "Excluding organs, what else could be picked," he asked. Lucina look a bit confused as he asked this. "Most demons and demonesses have eaten organs at one point," she said. Mark fainted easily from the pure shock he felt; eyes, tongues, arms, hands, and more to choose from.

It took a day for Mark to regain consciousness, due to the exhaustion as one of the factors. He closely glimpsed at Lucina, who helped his recovery. "You fainted yesterday, so I had to care for you," she said. One different feature was her top; it looked like she was already topless near him. "Lucy, whats been happening since I had temporarily passed out," he asked. "Not much, but I've mostly been wondering; who's your wife," replied Lucina. Mark looked surprised that she already knew he has had a wife. "What makes you think I got hitched," he asked. Lucina smiled as she showed a copper amulet shaped like a heart with his name etched on it, that she found. "Don't worry, loverboy; it's all right if you have one," she said. Mark sighed at his carer's persistence. "Yes, I have one," he said. Lucina squealed with pleasure as she heard the truth. "Oh God! Way to go, hot stuff," she said. Mark watched her lay on top of the bed. "So, how did you fall in love," she asked. "She and I met at a nude beach, but she was persistent to have gone topless," Mark said, remembering his first date with her.

Lucina nodded and continued to enjoy their shared conversation. "Did you fuck on the first date," she asked. "No, I don't think we had sex at the time," said Mark. Lucina smiled as she grabbed her breasts, mostly out of some excitement. "Let's make a trade. Give me cum, and it's all you can eat," she said. Mark's jaw dropped as she seductively licked her lips. "What's wrong? Don't you want some food," she asked. Mark nodded nervously at the unexpected proposal she offered. "Yes. I'll trade you some of my sperm for what you'll get me," he said. "Then it's a deal," Lucina replied. Mark took out his conveniently erecting penis from his pants as he grabbed her ass. "You're that type of bad girl, huh," he teased. Lucina nodded as she would soon receive vaginal penetration. "Go on. The consensual sex will be free of charge," she said. With the penis in her vagina, Mark positioned himself so they could both be top; he stood up from the bed and Lucina held on his shoulders. "You seem more energetic than I thought," she said.

She moved her right nipple to Mark's mouth, which started to suckle on her breast. "I've been generous to men who enjoy my warm milk," Lucina flirted to her friend while breastfeeding him. Mark pleasurably moaned as he licked her lactating nipple. Lucina treasured men of higher calibers, but she was uncertain about where Mark would rank, let alone if he will stay in Hell forever. "He'll be 18 forever if he's here," she thought. However, she was lucky to bang Mark, along with possibly spare his soul from a sea of flames, where billions of creatures have been burned to death. She could have been cruel to him, but he was Wendy's "B.B.F." (Best Boy Friend). "I could never harm such an important man to my girl, like Mark," Lucina would think to herself. Mark was still suckling to help the nipple let out its milk. "I'm not used to a milky she-demon," he thought. He wasn't used to a demoness who was benevolent; he remembered Wendy protecting him from bullies, but she usually got in fights over the bullying.

Since Mark at the time would have resented all girls at his school but Wendy, as she was the one girl never bullying him, Wendy had to stop the bullying, albeit with a risk of getting kicked out from the same school. Mark was sick of what girls did to him as a kid, but Wendy eventually promised that he could be safe; if he were to trust her. This offer was accepted, but he was unaware of Wendy's genocidal plan; kill each girl in his school so she could prevent the bullying. Wendy did spare the female teachers, as they understood Mark's severe PTSD that he had to bear with. Lucina knew about the death toll skyrocketing at or near that time, but she never imagined her daughter's successfully schemed genocide. "Wendy would do anything to make sure he was safe," she thought. Mark never told her in, explicit details, to try genocide, but the results would make bullying a thing of the past; that is, temporarily. Eventually, Wendy was expelled, but fled before she could have been arrested. Mark was honestly stunned by Wendy's actions of genocide.

Hundreds of girls were killed overnight by a mob of demonic shadows Wendy persuaded to help her out. The mob was led by her, the shadows' puppeteer. Her brain's complexity made it possible to control each of the demonic shadows who worked for her conspiracy. This dark side of Wendy has been extremely rare, in comparison to her calm side. "I could have probably been a better mom," Lucina thought to herself. When Mark stopped suckling for breastmilk, Lucina smiled as he licked her right breast clean. "Since you actually mean a lot to me, Mark, I can legally pardon you from dangerous depths within Hell," she said. Mark's face had a confused expression from her deal. "What would you want in exchange, Lucina," he asked. Lucina happily grinned as she held Mark close. "I want that inner bankai," she said. Mark's face turned red as he glared at her. "Of all the things, why should I give that up," he asked. Lucina was startled by his upset and responsive tone. She frowned as Mark laid back on the bed, along with take his erection back, concerned that it could be exploited for its seed.

"If I know God, he'll never save you from damnation. I've been within Hell for centuries, due to practicing witchcraft. I would have originally been a human woman, but the last of my witchcraft went horribly wrong. Satan was all that was remaining; he gave me a demoness vessel to live in, until I'm correcting what went wrong," she said in a strict tone of voice. Mark shook his head, disbelieving what Lucina's telling him. "The God I know can love everybody if they live a good-spirited life," he said. Lucina laughed at her friend's response. "Bullshit; he damned us both to Hell," she protested, remembering when she saw Him presenting the Judgment Scales. Ever since damnation, she grew to curse His name more and more. Mark looked shyly at his caretaker, who seemed furious from the debate. "Actually, I'll let you rest up, Sweetie," Lucina said as she teleported from the room. Mark looked nervously in the wooden frame and its mirror it held. "What must I do," he thought, as he felt too concerned for his own well-being to sleep well.

In a dream, he envisioned a giant hand that could guide him out of Hell. After a full day of relaxing in his sleep, Mark had a plan that could potentially work out. His inner bankai was completely replenished, thanks to the sleep, as well as Lucina's breast-milk. Exactly as he was previously dreaming, he saw a giant, masculine hand, albeit a vision in his mind. "What can this mean," he quietly asked to himself. He found garments that could possibly work as his clothes for now, although what he envisioned reappeared again, this time motioning him to welcome what was there. "H-H-Hello," Mark said a little anxiously. A familiar voice spoke to him. "Don't be scared. My opinion has revised, since your arc of atheism seems to have stopped. I can't let you in Heaven, but I would like a discussion," he said. "God," Mark thought. The hand salvaged Mark's soul from Hell's fiery pits and resurrected it up to Purgatory. Mark looked around with a strong, understandably confused look. "Lord, where am I," he asked. The figure, whose identity could not be seen, presented an orb that both of them could see through.

Mark cried as he saw Ginger awaiting for him to wake up. "Lord, it was wrong of me to take my life. I vow to start practicing Christianity, if it means I can be with my wife and our families," Mark said, regretting the self-harm he had done. "Contrary to what I have done, you will be revived, if your soul is pure enough for withstanding this bolt of light," He said, striking Mark's skull with the thunderbolt. This test would determine if Mark was destined to burn in Hell when he died, considering how he sometimes committed adultery in the past. The figure, revealing Himself as God, accepted Mark's terms and He started reviving what was a converted Christian; however, this bolt of Heaven's light would accidentally make Mark a semi-god. In a hospital room, Ginger watched Mark wake up from what would seem impossible to put in words. "Mark, you're alive! Thank God you've awakened," she said in a sad tone of voice. Mark cried as he saw Ginger, who was heartbroken about his suicide. "Gin, I saw the Light of God," he said.

Ginger's expression changed as Mark reached for her hand. "Wait, you saw Him," she asked. Mark nodded as he hopefully looked at his wife. "Gin, I was an atheist before, uncertain about what god or gods there have been, but now I know the truth- God is, and has been real," he said. Ginger remembered studying a bible to interpret its meanings. "Actually, even though I'm a scientist, I've been sure that He is real," she said, smiling as her husband helped dry her tears up. Mark tried avoiding the perverse side that he's shown near his wife, but kept focusing his gaze towards his wife's face. "(Ginger shows him their marital rings.) Would you like one of these, Dear," she asked. Mark nodded as Ginger helped him wear a wedding ring, signifying her love for him. "Mark, you mean the world to me. I plan to be your wife to the end, since you are the best friend I will have," she said, with Mark assisting his wife with her wedding ring. Their relationship could now continue forward as they kissed. Holding their heads to one another, their lips went for the first kiss they've shared after Mark's revival.

After the kiss was done, Mark hugged his wife with an expression that showed how scared he was. "Gin, I'm concerned if my revival leads to worse things," he said. Ginger understood that he felt concerned for their families. "Mark, don't fret- I'll help you win against the T.M.I.," she said. How could he have forgotten; the Taboo Market Industry? Mark's blood boiled as he remembered the preserved history for the assassination of Lord Raigeki. Rumor has it that he possibly had three sons, but only two have been acknowledged: Elliot and Raio. "Gin, they can't win this war yet. I won't give in to them," he said, remembering the rigorous training he had to go through. Ginger was smiling towards his bravery, as he would defy the T.M.I., who were responsible for sending assassins to kill him, but sometimes tried kidnapping his wife, who's stronger than some have expected. Surely, the T.M.I. had easier targets to off with, as in kill. As a counter-argument, however, Mark and his wife's corpses are worth millions to black-markets' cruel leaders.

The setting panned to the T.M.I.'s point of view. A pale man was with an unusually pleased Arcanine, whose coloring differed from regular individuals, not just her own humanoid characteristics. "Arca, who should we be targeting next," the man asked his boss. The Arcanine, Arca, checked her stack of counterfeit money she used for her global transactions. Interestingly, she would have paid workers with real money. "Saul, as this organization's matriarch, I think Mark's wife would be a great prize for celebrating her love's death," she said with a lick of her lips. Saul nodded in agreement, remembering his wife's bisexual lust. "Do you plan to share the girl," he asked. Arca grew a malicious grin as she hugged him with one arm. "Of course I would, albeit if you bring her alive. You know how an unwilling woman makes me wet, along with cuckolding," she said, fingering herself over the rape fantasy. Saul remembered when he raped Vixi, who would have actually birthed Mark, her first and last son she got to name before her departue. "I miss that slut," Saul thought.

Arca's vagina began climaxing on the crimson-red, leather chair she sat in. "Oh God, that makes me feel good," she moaned. Saul presented a towel made from skin to her. Would you like to dry that off," he asked. Arca grinned with mal-intent as she accepted the "towel". "Thank you, Hubby. Some say you're overly kind to moi," she said with a charming expression to him. Saul shook his head, believing that was just bullshit from his wife. "Who told you that," he asked. "Ask a few lesbians who've known me," Arca teased. Saul glared angrily towards his wife. "You've paid me just to be your own marital cuckold," he yelled. Arca's grin was widening from how pissed he was. "Darling, you're paid millions for each year," she said. Saul teleported out of the room, legitimately concerned about her cuckolding fetish. "I remember when I was a happy man who felt loved by her. Now it's been chaotic after she would take control of the T.M.I.," he thought, reminding himself of how she used to love him much more than she now does.

This was a rare case for him feeling embarrassed, but his cuckold lifestyle has been destroying this marriage. "I was gullible to be her cuckold," he quietly said to himself. Arca sensed his unhappy state and walked to him. "You seemed upset earlier," she said, embracing her husband in a hug. Saul couldn't try smiling, due to his unhappiness that made him blue. "Arca, I think I want to move past the cuckolding," he said. Arca's expression changed to pure shock as she heard him say that. "Aren't you enjoying the money you get out of it," she asked. Saul's expression didn't faze at all when his wife asked him this. "Enantroop, listen; when you and I first had our honeymoon, that was my favorite moment of this relationship you and I've had. The problem, however, is that being cuckolded contradicts why I should just smile and get paid," he said. Arca, who stayed a bit dumbfounded, casually grinned at her loved one. "Saul, why did you not say so a little earlier," she asked. "To be honest, I did not want to ruin the masturbation you had," Saul responded.

Arca understood that Saul wanted to move on from an alienating fetish. "What about my lesbian sex slaves, Saul," she asked. Saul grinned as he had a plan for them. "Sell them off, Roop," he said. Arca grinned with excitement as Saul told her this. "I'm used to unwilling lesdom with them. I'm their dominatrix, since all of them fear me, but your plan could work out," she said. The villainous couple shared a kiss as they hugged. Saul felt calmer from the passionate kiss they shared; his wife shared this similar feeling. "Thanks for the kiss," he said. Arca sighed as Saul happily picked up his wife. "Sure your history, as a rapist, is just as dark as mine, yet I'm glad we have consensual sex," Saul said, smiling at Arca, whose nipples in her black bra were now erecting. "Actually, I could use a man's touch. Yes, a penis in my vagina," she said. Saul nodded as the erection in his pants grew. "Finally, I can bang you once again," he thought.