Asking Forgiveness, Never Permission [Social][Closed]

[Holika]

Hell is never a calm place, that was undoubtedly and understatement. But even now, Holika could feel the rage building within the realm as the souls of the damned yearned for both punishment and release. They had been violently stirred from the slumber of late due to the one who had escaped not just once but multiple times from the eternal torment he deserved. He had also boastfully created enterprises and relationships with the living, taunting the authority of Hell even further. And the time had come for the Custos Legatus, Holika, to answer for his escapes and continued existence amongst the Worlds beyond the realm of Hell. She approached the pitch black Castle, standing out as if soot among the snow of Cocytus blotted in the center of the frozen lake in the final circle of Hell. She walked amongst the snow, her firey red hair draping down her back and against her long, black leather dress and tall black boots.

Holika strolled into the palace chambers of Lord Satan after pressing passed the massive doors, wearing her gigai for a moment before deciding that such an appearance would possibly be insulting to her Lord. And as such, she stripped herself of the flesh, stepping out of it with her bare, skin melted feet onto the cold dark, obsidian floor as the winds of Cocytus slammed the doors of the castle shut behind her. The claws on her toes and heels tapped against the glossy surface as she traversed the gallant hall. She looked towards the throne and passed the pillars of white granite in opposition of the floor, wondering how her Lord might respond to yet another of her failures. "Kitai you bastard.... Lord Lucifer please forgive me..." Holika bit her lower lips as she continued her approach, her melted glossy skin shining against the light of the fires held by the hanging braziers.

When she finished her approach to the several steps leading up to the throne and noticing the lack of her Lord's presence but still found herself kneeling before the throne, dropping down to both knees and laying herself forth and against the obsidian floor. Her finger tips touched against the steps that lay before her, her eyes staring at their own reflection in the glossy floor as she awaited her Lord's appearance. She shook with both anticipation and fear, the former more than the latter as she still yearned for her Lord and to please him more than anything. But she knew in her deepest parts that she had failed him in letting Kitai roam amongst the living. And she had failed to secure victory against a lowly human, a Quincy named Hiyori that worked for the Emperor. Such beings defeating an Akki such as Holika, one given such position by Lucifer Himself? It was blasphemous...

As Holika continued prostrating herself in wait, her thoughts lingered over her recent failures before the Lord of Hell could arrive. She was obviously not doing her job, having so many flaunt their escapes from the pit of Hell. They were even getting into places like Hueco Mundo and spreading the knowledge of their existence and how they escaped. Holika's job was the punishment of the damned, which she very much enjoyed, but also the continued imprisonment of them. They weren't to leave with very minimal exceptions granted to herself and the other Sanctus so that they might complete this job among others for Lucifer Himself. But still, Holika was failing to bring them back to Hell or deny their escape into the other Worlds. 

Holika took a deep breath and began shaking as she found her voice and, while remaining in her current position, spoke as clearly as one would expect from a child about to answer to their parent waiting with a rod to beat them. "My Lord Lucifer. I, Holika, have returned from the Human World after being summoned to your side... How may I please thee?"

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

How uneventful. How boring! There needed to be something more within the depths of Hell than all of this absolute nightmarish nonsense. As the oldest being alive, one would think that Satan, the King of Hell, would have gotten more creative with his underworld ownership than he had been in recent years, but he typically enjoyed nothing more than torturing the sinners who fell from the World of the Living. Unfortunately for him, there hadn't been quite as many sinners and it absolutely pissed him off. He hated being bored more than anything and wished for something exciting to happen, or for a new sinner to arrive.

None such luck, of course. What a joke. The throne room was empty as other demons decided to steer clear due to his tantrum earlier that night. He had been watching each of his sinners, judging what to do with them next, and came to realize that Kitai, who had been branded as his worst sinner, found some dimwitted way to earn himself a spot in the entrepreneurial side of things. He built his own shop, his own mall, and all this other craziness to actually help people. It appeared the chain on that man wasn't tight enough, or perhaps Satan needed to research ways to add additional chains... Or drag Kitai back himself.

It had to be himself, of course, because the sinner who Satan called upon for a meeting ended up failing him. Typical! The divine being rolled his dark red-hued eyes. Maybe he had a chance to make this interesting for himself. He was known for making deals, after all. Maybe he could use something like that to his advantage, especially since Holika worked for him as a Legatus. Failure was not to be tolerated, but this would be a great excuse to make an example out of someone so that the rest of his sinners, and perhaps even Kitai, would take note of it. So with a devilish smile plastered on his face at the thought of what he could do to Holika, he entered the throne room.

He wore a pair of black pants with a dark brown leather belt. A black button-up dress shirt covered his torso and was tucked into his pants, but the first several buttons were undone so that his chest down to his sternum was exposed. He wore a variety of jewelry, though most of it looked ancient aside from a few piercings on his ears. The shirt's sleeves were rolled up enough so that the Hellish tattoos on his arms were difficult to ignore, accenting the other tattoos on his forehead, cheeks, and chest. He was barefoot, and his toe and finger nails were naturally black and pointed. His smile broadcasted his fanged canines to any who paid attention, though it was cocky and arrogant as he looked at Holika kneeling before him.

"Ha!" Satan scoffed and placed the top of his foot, just his toes, under the Akki's chin before lifting her face to look at his. "Please me? I'm just as omnipotent as the damned beast the Earthlings like to refer to as a 'god.' You think I haven't seen everything you've done wrong since you manifested in Hell? Don't be daft, Holika. That's unbecoming of a demon."

Unable to wipe the arrogance from his face, his grin was akin to that of a bully who witnessed their victim yielding to their terror. He laughed at Holika, removing his foot from her chin so he could turn and walk away from her, intent on leaving her there to feel useless, pointless, purposeless. He could practically smell her fear, and while he loved every delicious, savory bit of that scent, he also felt atrociously sick to his stomach over it. This was the best his forces had to offer, and she was nothing but a waste of his time. But just as he'd taken a few steps away, he paused, sadistically considering alternative punishments for her already.

"Then again... If you're so desperate to please me, I can think of a few things you could do. Starting with becoming nothing more than my stepping stool. I mean, can you even believe it? Holika, the Legatus, can't even capture Kitai and bring him back to me. And loses against a human! The bar was so low that it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell. Yet here you are, limbo dancing with Lucifer, himself!"

Running his hand through his lightly reddened hair, careful to avoid the black horns that protruded from just above his temples, Satan composed himself and redirected his full attention to Holika once again after losing himself in a maniacal laughing fit. He couldn't help it. The whole situation was hilarious! Why did she ever think she could come back here, even though he'd been the one to call upon her so he could punish her? He would have preferred hearing that she ran away. Maybe then he could have chased her and seen what it would be like to exhaust her before reformatting her soul entirely.

Still, her loyalty had to count for something. He made his way back to Holika before standing right in front of her once again, his shins a mere couple of inches away from her head as she stay knelt on the ground before him. "You'll have to really entertain me if you want my sympathy, Akki. What makes you think you deserve my leniency?"

[Holika]

As the soft patter of Lucifer’s feet touched the ground Holika inhaled deeply, taking in his scent, the burning charcoal filling her olfactory sense and her mind. His approach made her quiver with excitement and fear as she knelt on the ground, her mouth parting slightly and letting her breath fog the floor. And then she heard his laugh when he was finally before her, the object of her obsession being so close to her making her feel her skin prickle. It was only the sensation she felt, her near plastic skin remaining smooth still, but it was still a sensation she felt. And then He graced her chin with his touch, his toes and claws pressing against her skin and bone making her softly mewl as she listened to his voice. "Please me? I'm just as omnipotent as the damned beast the Earthlings like to refer to as a 'god.' You think I haven't seen everything you've done wrong since you manifested in Hell? Don't be daft, Holika. That's unbecoming of a demon."

She couldn’t help it, Holika pressed into his foot with her chin and tried caressing it with her face just. She inhaled his scent, enamored with it as it filled her nostrils and her mouth parted. She thought of taking it into her mouth, just a nail to get the taste of him into her. But then it was over before she could get the opportunity. Within moments, before he took his foot from her face, Holika released a moan and she felt her body flush with adrenaline. If one was watching her from behind as she knelt they might even notice her dripping on the floor. And then his touch was gone from her, his foot being lifted away and her Lord began pacing the floor.

As his laugh rung through the hall, Holika felt deep shame and felt her cheeks wetting with tears. She had not been able to cry for centuries but now she felt them coming down her cheeks as he took his foot from her face and left her feeling lonelier than ever. Holika looked up at her Lord as he chastised her, pacing about the throne’s lofty landing while she eyed him, gathering every detail of him while she had the opportunity. With each cruel word, she felt her breath growing heavier and if the room were just a little colder one would be able to see her breath as her tongue began lolling out of her mouth. She was a mess before him and she lifted her body from the floor while remaining on her knees.

"You'll have to really entertain me if you want my sympathy, Akki. What makes you think you deserve my leniency?" Thoughts flooded Holika’s mind as she heard her Lord talking about what her punishment might be. Would he flog her? Beat her with a rod before placing it deep into her orifices? Reverse that entire process and wet her flesh with her blood and bodily fluids? Or would the punishment be even more intimate...? Her breath quickened as the idea pulsated in her mind and she groaned much louder than she wanted, wetting herself entirely and leaving a puddle on the floor as she sat back, her eyes glazing over and her arms fell limply to her sides, splaying openly.

Holika was now at her end in so many ways, her mind turning to mush as she was physically open to her Lord in all ways possible. She was ready for any punishment he deemed worthy of her crimes against him. She needed him to do something to her now, yearned for it in more ways than she could describe fully. And her voice came from her, softly and without any strength left her. “M...my Lord... I’m sorry.... Please... take me wholly and fully.... I need it....” As he might be gazing upon her, Holika held no shame for her position currently on the floor, sitting in a growing puddle of her own fluids that pooled around her knees and legs. She was sight to behold, certainly something to pity and hold disgust towards. But Holika did not care as she knew that her punishment was coming just as she was.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

What a disgraceful representation of demonkind. She was completely beside herself. Satan couldn't help but smile sadistically and laugh again as he watched her become a complete whimpering mess. Holika had somehow managed to completely desecrate the ground where she was out of what the King of Hell could only imagine was a strange masochistic pleasure in response to how he was treating her. That only enraged him more. He didn't want her to enjoy being punished. He wanted her to fear it entirely. Swiftly, Satan grabbed Holika by her hair and held her up while he looked at her.

"What an absolute joke! You're such a sniveling shamble of your former self just at the touch of my foot!? When did you ever become a weak little pest?"

No amount of coping could stop the magical laughter. Everything he saw was hilariously pathetic. Satan threw Holika back onto the ground where she'd land just a few feet from him, and he stepped over the puddle she had left earlier. If she was truly a glutton for this kind of thing, then he was going to show her exactly how horrible he could be. He was going to make sure she understood where she was on his totem pole. He wasn't going to tolerate failure like this over and over just for her to come crawling back to him as if she would ever be permitted before him again. He may reside in Hell, but Satan had standards.

Once he approached the Akki, he slipped his right hand around her head until the fingers were laced within her hair, gripping it and pulling her back up to her knees. With his left hand, he mimicked the motion and wrapped his fingers around the back of her head to keep it in place. She thought she could get away with everything she'd done, making a mockery out of every Hellion that ever existed, and go without even a scratch? Absolutely not. So as Satan looked to Holika, he stared straight into her eyes before positioning his thumbs over her own and shoving them so deep into the sockets that it damaged them entirely, starting from the pupil as the pressure point.

"HAH! I knew it. You're just like any other disgusting excuse for an Akki! You're trash. You thought you could come here and speak to your Lord... Forget that. You'll never speak again."

Freeing his left hand for a moment, Satan gave a part of him that took entirely too much pleasure in torturing Holika a bit of freedom by undoing a zipper. Mostly exposed, he returned his left hand to where it had been on her head and dug his nail back into her right eye, damaging it further. Without any indication that he was going to let go of her, he redirected her head to be closer to the lower half of his body. His intention here was clear, and he acted on it, forcing her to choke down every inch of discipline he was going to give her. Repeatedly. Endlessly. Until he had his fill of fun and released his hard grip on her head, throwing her body back to the ground.

"Then this is all you're good for until you can prove otherwise."

Satan's last 'gift' to Holika after these several minutes was like hot lava to the touch for only a second before cooling off as soon as it hit her skin, coating parts of her stomach and side in small puddles of ooze. While this wouldn't physically hurt her, he was satisfied with his work, thinking about other ways he could bring her back here and torture her properly. That was his job, after all. He was meant to physically harm those who landed themselves in Hell, which was a huge reason why his growing frustration that Kitai wasn't caught yet never seemed to fade. It nagged at him constantly, and she was the only one who had any chance at fixing that. Yet here she was, reduced to nothing more than some chew toy for a god.

[Holika]

Holika watched as her Lord approached, her breath growing heavier with each passing moment, and she dared to look up at him. As he reached out to her heart actually grew lighter and, despite the words being given, she thought she might be earning her Lord's forgiveness. But then he tossed her aside and she whimpered, looking down to the floor where she had left quite a mess. She sniffled, hurt and trying to hide it from His sight. 'I can't believe myself... I'm a Lady of Hell but look at yourself Holika. Pathetic.' She heard her inner voice scolding her and thought what she might do to a subordinate who dared grovel in such a manner and become a mewling slit of a woman. She'd probably toss them into the pit and leave them to the Hell Beasts. But that was not what Satan Himself apparently had in mind.

As He made His way back to Holika, she darted her eyes further down, the admonishments falling on her like acid rain pouring over paper and leaving her stripped raw. And his hands came close again, gripping her firmly by the base of her skull and a shiver ran down her spine. "M..My Law-" Holika looked at Him as He directed her and began screaming shrilly as He plunged His thumbs into her eyes. She had hear His laughter before but now it was full of a malice on another level. She wanted to run from Him but couldn't give herself the motivation to pull away. His left hand removed itself from her head and she thought this might be the full of it. And then, she smelled a musk before her she knew well but didn't dare to think would be for her.

She opened her mouth to protest and felt a choking sensation as Her Lord filled her with His might, leaving her without sound or voice to protest. Her hands at first remained at her sides but slowly they moved to grip his legs. They pushed for a moment before relaxing, finally giving into the punishment she deserved. She felt the punishment choking her down and the lack of oxygen left her gasping and coughing when a breath finally came to her. And finally, His deed was done. Holika's throat felt as though hot lava with a side of cinnamon had been poured down it and left her full before Satan tossed her aside once more to the floor.

As Holika lay upon the ground, unable to see or speak, her throat sore and her eyes having been punctured out, she whimpered and began crawling away from her Lord. She knew he wanted her gone from His sight and, whilst still coughing, attempted to stand. She failed at this however and was left with no choice but to crawl out of the throne chambers on her hands and knees. When she finally made it to the door, she shoved it open with one hand and began reaching out, calling one of her subordinates to assist her to her feet and guide her back to her one little portion of Hell. She would recuperate and prove to Satan she was worthy. But inside, at this moment, despite all that had been done, Holika internally smiled. She still got something she dreamed of.

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

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