Spirits of the Earth

Meeta Nefertari uttered sigh in pleasure, as she used drank water from a large pond at night, holding a small portion in her hand. She wore a tan hooded cloak and had two duel curved swords sheathed in the back. Then there was a riding camel behind her, resting next to some palm trees along with a small campfire, while she choose to sit down near the water and just relax.

It's good to get out of the golden city for a change. Meeta thought to herself. She had spent a lot of time there, fighting in the pits or doing some odd jobs. Beside that she found a lover in the form of a bounty hunter, named Nezhir. The relationship so far wasn't really out of some fanasty romance story but of a beneficial attraction between them.

Even with all of that freedom and benefits she needed time to herself and choose to go vist the desert for a week. She was on her third night and was enjoying it, though already she was starting to feel a bit bored.

"Still another challenge wouldn't hurt." She mutter and went to her sleeping roll close to the campfire and closed her eyes and laid to take a nap. Yet little did the former slave realized that she earned the attention of the supernatural.

As the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for...

''Excuse me...''

From the darkness of the night a young girl no older then ten emerged. The light of the fire lighting up a part of her face and hair. The hood from her cape however prevented Meeta from seeing it all but in first glance it seemed like a cute girl wearing black open shoes and white socks. Her dress was very frilly made of black and white fabric and ribbons. Her hair was in two sideway tails. It almost made her look like a doll. One thing was certain. With her age and attire she certainly did not belong here.

''I am lost. Can I join you?''

With instinct born from years of training, Meeta dove upward with blades at the ready upon hearing the new voice. She spotted the strange looking girl and was rather stunned. Meeta never seen a child like this, even among foreign-born slaves and certainly that kind of doll dress not fit for the desert.

It raised some alarms, but the innocent appearance of this girl let her guard down slightly. Lowering her weapons to waist level, Meeta blew a sigh of relief before asking.

"Who are you child and what doing out here?"

''I came here with mommy and daddy and some others but got seperated. We... we were on a holiday and there was this cute little desert fox and chased it but when I wanted to show mommy everyone was gone.'' the girl started to sob. ''I tried looking for them but now it is dark and cold and am more lost then ever and then I saw the fire and met you. Please Miss, do not send me away?''

She dried her tears and gave Meeta this begging look in her eyes. ''I am sure that you will be rewarded one way or another..''

If Meeta had paid to the story she would've questioned a lot more, but the begging expression of a little child proved too disarming. Compiled by compassion, Meeta nodded yes that she can stay. Sitting back down, she grabbed a load of bread from her sack and tossed it over to the girl for her to eat.

Meanwhile her camel acted rather frightful of the little stranger. Meeta chose to ignore it and focus on the matter at hand.

"What's your name again child?" Meeta asked kindly.

''Thank you mi-lady'' the girl said accepting the bread and took a bite out of it. It was almost unbelievable of how easy this was. People certainly had grown less intelligent regarding demons the past few hundred years.

''My name is Dominia Rayne Lilliana  from the house of Goldwing. But most people call me Nia.'' The little girl replied. Another lie on the pile but carrying the actual name Demonia was not exactly one to parade around with.

''What is your name?''

"Meeta Nefertari" The ex-slave answered, as she chew down on another piece of bread. Thinking about it some more, Meeta added.

"Judging by your name and appearance, you're obviously not from Essryn, Dominia. I imagine your family is from the northern lands."

''We originate from Serendipity. Although from high houses though we are not exactly famous.'' Demonia replied. ''But that is alright. I like my family. There is my mommy, daddy, and elder brother and sister. I am sure they are worried about me but it is to dark to look now. I am really glad I found you miss Meeta.''

She took a few more bites of the bread before bringing what was left back to Meeta.

''Can I ask where you are from?''

Taking back the bread, Meeta repiled.

"I'm born and raised here in Essryn. For better or worse, it's home."

Then smelling something wried Meeta looked with one eye at the half-eaten bread. The smell wasn't there from the beginning and the bite marks weren't like a child's would! Finally the camel couldn't take it anymore, the beast grunted out in horror and jumped up. It broke loose from its rope tiding him to a tree and fled in full haste into the desert.

Surprised, Meeta got up and but it was too late. It was clear to her that her ride had fled from the "girl". Slowly, she reached one of her blades, as she spoke once more this time more cautiously.

"What are you really?"

Demonia sighed. ''Animals... always ruining my parties...'' she said. Despite still having a child like voice it had grown sinister. ''I confess. I am not really a six year old girl.. nor am I Dominia. It is Demonia actually... but close enough.'' She got on her feet and straightened her dress.

''This is not the most easy of my forms to maintain. I should mind the teethmarks next time.''

''Oh no need to worry sugar. Those weapons will do you little good. I am not here to kill you, I am here to play. Demons like to play believe it or not.'' she took a simple leap backwards to be out of the range of Meeta's weapons. ''And you are officially my new toy. Entertain me long enough however and I shall grant you a wish or desire. It can be almost anything. My own death is not included along with a variety of other things but we get to that at some point. Now...'' she lowered her hood revealing a dark sparkle in her eyes.

''I wonder how fast you can run... Lunos... Bratja...'' the sound of barking came from beside the little girl and a wicked smile formed on her lips. ''Easy my little hellhound pets...'' she patted the invisable creatures whose pawprints got visable in the sand as they moved.

''So Meeta tell me. How far, do you think you can run from my adorable little hellhounds?''

Needless all of this was beyond belief. An actual demon, is right here! Her bones chilled at the very thought, but she steady and breathe softy and restrainted her fear. Meeta gotten into a defenvise stance with both swords.

"I'm not running demon!"

''Ahw come on...'' Demonia said and pouted. ''If you did not had a single kind of near unattainable or complete unattainable desire I would not be here. Work for it. Or do you need a bit more motivation.''

She patted the hounds again whom lost their cloak of invisability. Revealing two large hounds with a dirty grey fur and red eyes. Both hounds even seemed wounded and parts of their leg bones and ribcage were clearly visable. One having a large scar and white eye. Their maws were full of sharp teeth and their barks echoed in the night.

''You may not run but you will get tossed around instead. No need to worry for dying though. I will not let you. One hint though, do what I want and you will suffer way, way less.''

''Three... two... one... go!'' she called and giggled. The hounds making their way to Meeta.

The sight of the hounds was horrifying. Still Meeta refused to fear take complete control of her. Though the little demon's words did catch her attention.

I will run and fight at the same time Was her thought. Yet the hellish hounds were no doubt fast and the fact there was no nowhere to run in the middle of the desert which is hard to flee by foot. When the supernatural beasts did charged, Meeta did run the other way.

''Yay!'' Demonia cheered and clapped like a little girl. The hounds were large but not nessesarily fast. Many other creatures could certainly outrun them. To bad for Meeta though that humans were not one of those creatures.

One of the hounds got close enough to actually almost bite in one of Meeta's arms while the other aproached her from the side.

The hounds were not the only things running however, Demonia without any trouble despite her size ran or more like jogged a few feet in front of Meeta, facing her.

''Come on. Impress me. You were taught to fight right? Defeat those hellhounds. I am sure you have it in you. You better or I will lose my own bet. Come on dear.'' As she ran backwards her form had started to change. Aging rapidly until she was a young woman with scarlet red glowing eyes.

Truly this is a demon. Meeta thought before turning around and slashing her duel swords at the hound behind her, aiming for its face and limbs. When the other one charged at the side, she pounced at it and landed her feets at the head then used the leverage to flip backward a few feet away from the hounds.

Landing back to the sands, she got in a defensive stance, proceeded to fight and dodge off the hounds' renewed assaults as she can manage. As she did so, Meeta spared a momentary glance toward Demonia with resentment before focusing back on staying alive. This fiend allowed her pets do all the work while she can stand back and enjoy the show.

I wish can take her on with my own bare hands!

The dog got hit at it's throat and front paws releasing a painful cry before resuming to growl and bark. The other attempted to snap Meeta's feet but she was passed his head already. At the least Demonia seemed amused.

Without another command though the two dogs ran towards her. One ready to bite while the other attempted to slam it's paw at Meeta to knock her off her feet.

Meeta dodged the both attacks, going to the right flank and using both blades to strike downward for the neck of the first best. The hound's head fell off while its sibling lunged for her in retaliation. She rolled foward to avoid being pinned but not before slashing at the exposed belly. It only stunned the remaining beast, collapsing sideways. Meeta though took advantage of that small amount of time to finish this creature.

Forming the swords together into an X shape over the neck, the Essnryi half-breed made the slice, dismembering the head of her four legged foe. Catching a short breath, Meeta looked back toward Demonia, still grasping the weapons, she wielded.

Demonia did not seem upset in the slightest that her two pet hellhounds were defeated. ''Well done well done that was magnificent! If I were you though I would tear their hearts out and crash them before they retaliate. With their heads off it might take a while but you would not leave things like that being able to revive now would you'' she said as she clapped. ''Do mind, they have two hearts each. Show me little girl. Your power.'' sge licked her lips.

One paw from one of the creatures started to twitch while from both beasts the blood tainted the sand coloring it black.

Demonia opened her mouth and reached into it with one of her hands. Drawing out a black rapier. ''After that I am all yours. Promise.''

Huffing in continued rage, Meeta did as the demonic woman suggested. One by one, Meeta cut up the hounds' guts and smashed all of their four hearts. Disgusted, Meeta spoke up with eyes back to Demonia.

"I have my own challenge for you. Fight me, in hand to hand combat, no powers, no tricks, and no pets."

''Ahw and I just took the effort pulling this thing out. Oh well. Shadow blades are no fun anyway.'' Demonia replied and tossed the sword aside causing it to vanish in smoke.

''And not to worry my dear, I only brought those two hounds along. Your demands are no powers, no tricks and no pets. I agree. IF you agree that neither of us kills the other. I had no intention of doing so in the first place. I'm a demon but not heartless. I am not the type to leave someone who does not deserve it in the desert to rot.''

Demonia revealed her empty hands. ''I can strip myself of my clothes if you wish for me to prove I have no weapons on me.''

"Fine by me." Meeta answered back in defiance. She stripped herself out of her own clothes, until she was naked. She was about to get into a defensive stance when realizing one little detail.

"I don't think this is a suitable location for us to fight." She noted.

''I agree.'' Demonia replied and pondered. ''I know the perfect place. Not to fear I will bring you wherever you wish when our fight is over.'' she too had disposed of all of her clothing and offered her hand to Meeta. ''As weird as it sounds, I am quite the honorable demon. I cheat more often then not of course but I am a demon of my word and always keep my promises. If I say I do not cheat, then I will not. Besides what is the fun in cheating if I want to test you. Unless of course I promised someone to lie. I will take you to my little corner in hell. No hounds, nobody to disturb us, no sand to get in our mouths...''

As much as she was wary of this demon, Meeta had been itching for a new challenge lately. Perhaps this is it. How many people got a chance to fight such being one on one? This should prove interesting. With caution, Meeta took Demonia's offered hand, signaling she was willing to go.

Demonia revealed a sly smile and with a flick of her hand created a ripple in the air which formed a portal. Rather then pushing Meeta through though she gently guided the woman to what seemed to be a fighting ring. Puddles of dry blood on a thin layer of dirt which covered rock. There were seats for a crowd but nobody was there. Well almost nobody. A hellhound, one looking much healthier then the two from before was eating what most likely once was a human.

''Leave Dove.'' Demonia commanded. The beast snarled, taking the corpse between his jaws and left. ''Question.'' Demonia spoke as she released Meeta's hand and took a few steps to distance herself from the woman. ''How did it feel like. Crashung the still beating hearts of those hounds. I am a demon so would not know but to humans it is said that the feeling in your veins is intoxicating as the kill is completed. Oh another thing. I have a few more forms. A shadow form which I will not use and I have of course my original demon form. I will let you decide if you want to fight me in either form or only my current one.''

It was quite daunting to say the least, coming to a place that is so reviled in the mortal world. She turned her eyes away from the other hellhound, as it took its meal away upon Demonia's command. As for the questions directed to her, Meeta paused and then replied.

"I was too focused on my rage when crushing those heart to be honest. I did...feel some satisfaction when getting even with those beasts yet mixed in with disgust at the sheer grossness of their organs. As for what form, I would say as long as your human state is as strong as your true form I'll fight you as you are now."

''I will have certain advantages in my demon form. Speed and a set of claws and snakes being a few of them but I am fine like this. Unless you will tell me to do otherwise I will remain this way.'' Demonia assured. ''As for the hellhounds. Maybe you thought to much. True... they can drag people to hell. Usually those whom had a contract with a demon and that it is time to pay for that sin. But there is a difference between satisfaction and thrill. I could say bloodthirst but I do not think that was the case. Who knows maybe I will let you try again. With no weapons. Just your hands and when you are not enraged but for now...'' she offered Meeta a polite bow. ''You and me are going to have a dance.''

She cracked her neck and knuckles as she licked her lips before she took the matter in her own hands and charged Meeta.

Meeta met Demonia's charge head on with a battle cry. She collided with her demonic opponent, locking their arms together in a fierce grip. The Essnyri half-breed grapple back and forth with Demonia in struggle to gain dominance.

By the sands, she is strong! Meeta thought gritting her teeth, processing the sheer strength of her host/opponent. Even so, Meeta declared.

"Bring it on Demonia!"

''Do make sure to enjoy yourself. I know I will.'' Demonia said with a smile although the way she spoke did reveal it was not easy. And that was exactly what she loved. With their arms locked though Demonia saw a good chance of using her legs instead. Moving hers behind Meeta's so she could get the woman off her feet.

Demonia's move did pay off and drove Meeta down. Yet the human maintain her grip and took Demonia to the ground with her. Letting go of the arms, Meeta rolled on top of Demonia and got into a tight head-lock. This let Demonia know that her human guest wasn't going to be a push-over.

Of course, Meeta is going to learn not to underestimate this rival in a moment.

''Remember I am a demon. Not a six year old girl.'' Demonia spoke. It was not easy to speak in the way she was now but she was soon to change that.

With her arms free she threw Meeta off her and got on her feet. Rushing to Meeta placing her knee on the girl's throat and closed her hands around Meeta's wrists bringing her face close to Meeta's. ''You can do better you know it. Feel every fibre of your body and enjoy it. Because if you impress me good enough, I will give you an offer. And no it will not cost your soul.''

 Meeta struggle against the pin Demonia had her in. With a grin, she said. "Deal"

Then she head butted Demonia and used the moment she gained to free herself, by shoving the supernatural woman off of her. Getting on her feet and took Demonia's advice, holding noting back. Meeta launched a series of fast punches with both hands and then a threw a left spinning kick aiming for Demonia's upper body area. Whether those attacks succeeded or not Meeta proceeded to tackle the demoness, going for the gut area.

The headbut was expected and something the demon had expected still she did feel it. And feel it well.

Demonia met Meeta's punches with her own fists. She wanted to make Meeta feel powerful. Only to crush that later to a certain degree. When meeta went for her gut though Demonia bent forward charging as well  with speed she had not displayed before giving the woman a headbut in her stomach.

With the wind knocked out of her, Meeta grunted in pain and stepped a feet away, turning her back around then dropping to one knee. She was forcing herself back up when Demonia followed up with another attack from behind.

With a sparkle of enjoyment in her eyes, Demonia charged towards Meeta and when reaching her attampted to give the woman a good kick against her upper back.

During their little duel however they appearantly had made some noise since they had drawn a small audience of lesser demons and other sentient creatures from Hell whom all could enjoy a good brawl.

Out of the corner of her eye, Meeta saw the kick for her back. She reacted on instinct and dodged by going low then spinning her legs at the back of Demonia's free foot.

Once she was knocked down, Meeta got on top of her and pinned the demon's waist with her body. Then she proceeded to throw more punches, targeting for the face of Demonia.

With each hit Meeta would realise Demonia felt little of it. Her skin was not as soft and fair as it looked. But it felt rough like sandpaper.

''That's it. Give in to whatever is burried deep. No need for humanity. I lost mine too.'' Demonia said before grabbing Meeta's shoulders. But did not keep it just by holding them. She squeezed so hard that her nails dug into Meeta's skin as if it was made of butter before throwing her off her.

''I am glad I lost my humanity though...'' Demonia said as she licked some blood from her fingers. ''If I werent I'd be dead or at the least have a really good concussion.''

Meeta screamed out in agony when her skin was pierced by Demonia's nails. She found herself throw off of the demoness. She forced herself back despite the pain and some blood coming down from her shoulders. The former slave charged Demonia, this time she stopped right in front of her and kicked up the dust for the demon's eyes.

Trying to use this distraction, Meeta grabbed Demonia by the head and slammed a knee to her face. She then proceeded to go for the headlock once more, trying to force her rival to the ground. Yet it was proving harder do so with Demonia refusing to go down.

''Rage clouds your judgement dear.'' Demonia spoke. A dark aura came from her and her nails extended in length as her hands turned into demonic claws. ''It has been fun and all but my human form can not seem to draw out the best of you. Maybe this will do.''

Her hair formed strands which themselves became snakes. Even a snake tail had grown from where her tailbone was.

''Also kicking up dust is rather low don't you think? I mean it is not that you fight for your life this time. Her hands grabbed Meeta's wrists. ''I like sly moves not cheap ones. Cheap skills will not let you win a fight dear.'' she spread Meeta's arms and stood body to body with her. Just pulling Meeta's arms hard enough so it would hurt and with a simple turn of her hand she broke one of Meeta's wrists. Followed by a headbutt of her own.

Once again Meeta was taken aback by her host's abilities. This new transformation actually chilled her to the bone. She could only watch as Demonia grabbed her arms and spread them out before breaking her left wrist. Grunting in reaction, it was noting compare to the head-butt that followed a moment later.

Meeta bend her head back, stunned by the blow and her hands were still grasped by Demonia. Yet she stuck back by head-butting as well and then shooting out both feet into a combined kick at the demon's gut.

Demonia smiled and released Meeta's wrist only to grab the foot but a mere inch from her body. Meeta's headbut seemed not to do anything.

The crowd that had gathered to watch cheered although not only for Demonia. Some were actually cheering the word 'human' since they afterall did not know her name.

''You may pick a weapon if you desire.'' Demonia said. The snakes attached to her head releasing a few sissling noises.

It was becoming clear to Meeta, that Demonia was more powerful than any other opponent she faced before. She was extremely disoriented by her head-butt attempt and her legs were trapped in Demonia's grasp.

Needless to say she was surprised by the crowd that gathered at the stands and some of them were actually cheering her despite not knowing her name. Though the snakes that made up the demoness' hair was quite eerily, she maintain her defiance.

"No weapons and no pets." Meeta said right back, knowing she was completely at the mercy of Demonia.

''Not to worry dear my snakes will not harm you nor bite you.'' Demonia replied calmly. ''They will stay the way they are. Now...'' with a good throw she released Meeta's legs and took a stance. Not giving the woman a lot of time though as she ran towards Meeta ready to strike. ''Impress me!''

Thrown again, Meeta barely had enough time to roll away from Demonia's latest attack to the right side. Staying down, Meeta spinned her whole body to knock Demonia down, using her own momentum against her. When the demoness fell face first, Meeta rushed into their direction and slammed an elbow onto the back.

Then she grabbed ahold of Demonia at her legs and tail with both arms in a tight squeeze, while trying to keep the other fighter pinned to the ground. Yet her broken left wrist made the hold she had weaken and painful to keep. She gritted teeth, to reist the torment from it.

''that's it.'' Demonia said with a grin. The snake which was her tail did protest but did not bite Meeta or wrapped itself around Meeta's arm.

''Come on little gladiator. Surely after you were free from slavery you must have promised yourself to never let anyone walk over you again. Show me your determination. Your endurance for pain. And that you want and deserve a better life.''

Demonia still had her arms free. She could not see where she grabbed the woman but she made sure her grip with hard and painful using her claws to tear open Meeta's skin where she grabbed.

Demonia happen to have griped the side of Meeta's right thigh and a part of the upper back. Meeta held out as long as she could for a minute before yelling out at this new torture. This forced the human to loosen her own grip. Letting go of the lower limbs, Meeta drove herself up little before crashing another elbow attack into Demonia's backside again.

When Demona started to let go, Meeta rolled a escape way but not before slapping the demoness at her butt cheeks with her remaining good hand. The crowd roared with laughter, they hadn't seen anyone able to do that to Demonia. Of course they knew their mistress will get even with Meeta for it. The minions just wonder what kind of humiliation will be used to inflict on the human.

Panting, Meeta struggle to ascend again with her new wounds, just a few feet away behind from Demonia. The demoness had another chance to counter-attack.

''So you like those kind of things. Interesting.'' Demonia said with a chuckle. Demons knew that Demonia did not mind those kind of things at all and were truth be told a kind of a turn on for her. She would think of a proper punishment for Meeta though. Most likely the same gesture back tenfold.

She dashed towards Meeta, taking a fist full of the girl's hair and knelt down pulling Meeta along with her bending the woman over one of her knees. ''You know, I am a tenfold in return kind of demon if it suits my needs.'' she purred and gave Meeta a slap on her rear back. It was enough to sting but not enough to immensely hurt. It was not kept at one however as Meeta received nine more.

When the spanking session was done Demonia threw Meeta in the air, got on her feet and caught the woman by her throat with one hand, preparing to stomp Meeta in the stomach with the other. She stopped barely an inch though and for a good reason; if Demonia had hit her, Meeta certainly would've suffered from internal damage. But Demonia was waiting for something. A reaction from Meeta. And it was the reaction which most likely would determine Meeta's fate now here.

The young human couldn't help but yelp and squeal while being spanked repeatedly. She should've saw that one coming, but she didn't had time to think about it when toss into the air. When gravity pull her back down, she felt Demonia's clawed hand around her neck but struck back with a knee kick into the demonic woman's face, specifically the nose. Meeta didn't realize that Demonia had held back to test her but she didn't disappoint.

The pit fighter wrapped her legs around Demonia by the neck and twist them both downward. Getting off from the demoness, Meeta unleashed with all her might a furious torrent of kicks and few punches(with her one good arm) all over the front side of who was ascending.


"I will never be someone's slave again!" Meeta declared for all in the arena to hear. It didn't matter if she won or even survived this match. Meeta Nefertari will make them all here know that she would fight on until she can't no more.

Many demons and the other creatures at the stands nodded, clearly impressed with this mortal's spirit. Even though Meeta did pass the test, they knew Demonia will win and take her sweet time, having some more fun, beating and humiliating Meeta. After all she was the demonic mistress of this one realm of hell.

''So that is your sensitive spot. Took a while.''Demonia said and licked her lips. There was a bit of blood on her face and some locations where Meeta had repeatedly struck her seemed slightly bruised.

''Remember it is called Hell for a reason. Give me all you have litle girl. If you disappoint me you might find yourself back in chains. How about above a pit to be close to starving and dehydrated until y ou are nothing but a tamed and broken girl. Not even a shell of what you are now. Calling someone who bought you Master.'' she purred.

She prevented her snake tail to wrap itself around Meeta though before instead of blocking most of Meeta's hits she started to go on the offensive. Her strikes were fast although not as fast as they could have been. If Meeta thought fast she surely should be able to block them. Well most of them.

Sweat soaked her skin with bruises all over and some parts were still bleeding and fatigue was taking hold. She didn't know how much further can she can do, until Demonia made her threat.

The very thought of being enslaved again, drove Meeta to keep resisting, blocking many of Demonia's new attacks. Yet the last three, one punch to the face and two kicks in the stomach forced Meeta to stagger back with her head and vision spinning out of control. She shook her body from left to right in exhaustion and fell forward with her arms and head hanging onto the crimison shoulders of the demoness.

It almost look like she was giving Demonia a lazy hug when in reality when it was exhausted attempt to keep standing. The crowd knew at this point the fight was over but the beatdown of the human was just only beginning, much to their savage delight.

''I suppose you past my test. Still I will need to repay you for a few things.'' Demonia muttered. She had a reputation regarding that most people facing her in the pit would not get out of it alive. Then again it was not really fun beating up someone who was so exhausted as Meeta was so instead through the woman off her roughly.

''You are to good for slavery.'' Demonia replied cracking her neck and wiped the blood from her face as she walked to Meeta. Grabbing the woman by the hair.

The crowd held their breath. Would Meeta be food for the next hellhound or not. They soon concluded not as the demoness pulled Meeta along with her out of the stone fighting arena. ''Come on. Time for you to mend.'' Demonia muttered.

It was not exactly a short walk Demonia made and many demons seemed interested in a nibble but with Demonia clearly having claimed this woman in some way nobody dared doing so.

Rather then staying in Hell though Demonia returned to the desert with Meeta. The night air was cool and would do the woman some good. Demonia took the time cleaning Meeta's skin before dressing the woman in the clothes she had discarded earlier. On places which were a bit more bruised Demonia put down a piece of cold wet clothe to soothe the pain.

In a bowl was one of the hellhounds hearts but it would be Meeta's choice when she was a bit more awake.

''If you take to long sobering up I will throw you in the chilly pond though.'' she demoness spoke.

Now came the fun part

Meeta was unconscious by the time she was dragged out of hell and they were back in the desert. She grunted and squirm as her wounds were dressed. She breathed more calmly than before while staying in a sleep-like state. It continued for several minutes before Demonia realized she will have to throw the girl into the pond to have her.

Demonia shrugged. ''A bath it is.'' the demoness said picking Meeta up and with an easy throw as if tossing a beanbag she through the former slave into the pond. ''I TOLD YOU TO WAKE UP!'' she called when doing so.

Upon crashing into the cold water, Meeta gave out a another yelp and flail her arms and legs around, splashing all over. Thankfully the pond it wasn't deep enough to drown but it sure did woke her. She pull herself up in her completely soaked clothes and walked back to the land. She strip out of the wet grab once she reach the sandy spot and dropped to her knees. Suddenly she remembered who threw her in and looked and saw Demonia staring down at her.

''Good you are awake.'' Demonia said studdying her nails. She had taken on her little girl form again but no longer took the effort of hiding her demonic eyes which now shone a predetory red.

''Good news is, you passed the test. Despite I had to get out some past drama out of you. Bad news well. I had to bring you back here before your body could no longer handle Hell. I do have the perfect cure for it though. Something that could help you solve most of your problems.'' she looked at Meeta with an innocent smile.

''Like I said before. It will not be your soul at stake.''

Meeta just stared Demonia in her child form, wondering what to say. The demoness kept her word, though in the form of inflicinting a great of pain on Meeta, but kept her word nonetheless. Another thing why is the she-devil back in her original disguise, well mostly she, wondered.

"What is it your cure and what its real price?" She finally asked warily

''I, can make you strong. Let your body heal faster. Of course the training is up to you how to do it and to extend your limits. You said so yourself. You never want to be a slave again. I could train you a little of course if you wish.'' she stopped studying her nails. ''You can decide when you no longer want the power either.''

''What I want in return is twelve souls. I do not care who they are. They can even be the persons you hate the most. Like those whom forced you into slavery. I prefer living ones but I could accept souls of those who are dead too. All you need to do is eating one of the hellhound's hearts. Raw. Plus side regarding eating it is that would I drag you back to Hell you can stay longer then just half an hour.''

The ex-slave thought and long about this offer. Her soul wasn't on the line yet others are. Meeta did hated a number of people but not everyone who was connected to her past bondage. For example her master Kaa who was dead never abused her directly though still did use her for his own benefit. He will be spared just for only being a bit selfish.

Meeta took a deep breath before releasing it.

"Yes I want to be stronger, but more importantly recover faster until I grown into an old woman of sixty. As for souls, here are their names."

The Essnryi half-breed went through a list of twelve individuals, she saw as cruel people who deserved to suffer by Demonia's hands. Like the elderly lady who owned the brothel she lived in as a child, she beat her constantly until sold off. The slave who assassinated Kaa's wife whom she served for a time and admired. The rest consisted of Kaa's main cronies who humiliated her when the master wasn't around. As far she knew most of them were still alive except for the assassin who died years ago.

Once done, she steady herself and took hold of the offered heart. She chew into the hellhound's organ, it was revolting and she nearly vomited several times but kept it down and continued the last of the heart was gone. She fell to her knees as the effects started to manifest within her. Looking toward to Demonia, Meeta said in a tone filled with challenge.

"Bring it all on!"

''Now that's a good girl. Not be to hasty though. Your body needs to get used to the little change. Also if you want a piece of vengeance on one of your chosen souls say the word. I can witness your change or travel to their locations until the sun rises and be back and miss the show. It could hurt but at the least you did not die by eating the heart. Another thing. The names you gave me are basicly written in stone. If you change your mind about one I want two innocent souls back. Older then four, babies are no fun.''

the demon sat down in the sand drawing demonic shapes in the sand. ''The heart and power within it will be completely absorved by the body. It will hurt first. A little. But I promise you feel great after wards. We can wrestle again then. Here or back in Hell. I'm sure most wait for a second round. Truth be told you're the first to make it.''

Meeta collapsed completely, allowing the inner transformation continue. She truly did hated those who she selected but didn't feel any need to take her vengeance personally. They didn't deserve her attention, she was moving on in life. Let Demonia have them, was Meeta's opinion. She knew what kind of people they were, not a single innocent soul should be wasted on their account.

"Feel free to pay your visits while I get ready." Meeta said through her teeth, she shook and rolled with the agony. Then the young woman added.

"Let's fight again in hell."

''It is amusing watching someone in pain no matter the circumstances. But you're right. After all you ate a Hellhound's heart. Not exactly the smallest of things. If you like your powerboost and want more  though. By all means let me know. I will let you kill one again. Surely will give you a lot of fans in the arena. I do hope you do not mind me denying you at some point. Unless you wish to turn into a demon. Not to fear. Only happens after consuming about a dozin in a short period of time. Toodles.''

Demonia waved. She would start with the elderly lady first. If alive, the woman would meet a messy demise only to let the pain go on in Hell. If dead, well. If already in Hell it would be easy. If not, heaven liked to trade.

Meeta nodded as she took her transformation. She writhed and rolled some more for the next half hour. During that time, Demonia began her new regin of terror on the targets provided by Meeta's information. She would find them all(minus the dead assassin), alive in one form or fashion. The Essnyri half-breed finally relaxed when the pain wore off and she slept in the shade of the oasis trees.

Demonia would be finished a few hours later and find her new human acquaintance warming up for their next bout, feeling better than ever before.

''I suppose I do not need to ask how you feel. You look well.'' Demonia replied. Rather then her kid form she was in her serving wench form instead.

''I had to pull some strings for the assassin but all is sorted and most of them are currently enjoying their hot lava baths. Not to worry. The moments where I attend to them personally I am a lot more crafty then that. Like with the assassin who is nailed on a table with his chest open, eyes and several organs gone. When he is healed up I can start it all over again.''

She seemed delighted in the slightest. ''Now. Shall we go for a round two? There already is quite the audience. How about making it a little bet. The loser has to do everything the winner says for one day as long as it does not involve anyone or anything dying or infliction of pain. This by the way also counts regarding inflicting pain and the like on ourselves. If you do not want to it's fine too.'' she shrugged.

She crossed her arms while considering the bet. She shrugged before saying.

"I don't mind if the loser gets a beating as long it's not life threatening or permanently crippling. Beside that you got yourself a deal Demonia."

She displayed a defiant smirk before adding with a tease.

"I believe I got the better figure between the two of us."

''I'm a demon. I do not nessesarily care whom has the better figure. Being to pretty is suspicious. The kid form makes it easy to make deals with kids. Maybe you will get to meet my crown jewel despite she is a good case of where the apprentice gained on her master. I do warn you she is kind of messed up.'' she held out her hand and a sly smile formed on her face. ''Not to worry though I had nothing life threatning or permanently crippling in mind. My goal was to make you stronger. Why would I undo that. Shall we go?''

"Yes." Meeta answered while feeling a bit impatiently. She really wanted to see how her new abilities worked.

''Then grab my hand idiot...'' Demonia muttered and grabbed Meeta by the wrist before bringing the two to the arena again. Not giving Meeta any time to adjust since she grabbed Meeta's wrist tighter and with a spin threw the woman away from her.

Meeta hit the dirt face first, rolling a dozen feet away before stopping. The demonic host among the stands roared in approval, pleased they were being treated to another bout between their mistress and this human.

The Essnryi half-breed quickly got up a moment later, proof of her new condition. She displayed a fearsome glaze before charging at lighting speed toward Demonia. Meeta threw several jabs at the demoness, whether they succeeded or not didn't matter, it was only distraction. The newly strengthen human swifty grabbed Demonia by the waist with both arms and body slammed her to the ground.

''Good!'' Demonia said with a laugh as she got on her feet. ''See what emotion you like best. Anger hits harder but slows you a little don't you think?'' she cracked her neck before pushing herself with her powerfull legs for a leap towards Meeta and gave the woman a frontal kick against the chest. It was a lot harder then with their first battle and surely a few ribs would've broken.

But nothing deadly. Demonia merely wanted to show Meeta how quickly those broken bones would heal and hoped too it would make the woman more powerful. ''You ate Hellhound heart. You are faster. Stronger. More durable. And heal a lot quicker. Make me bleed. Break my bones. Feel the hunger of victory. Taste it and claim so you can devourer.'' She followed with a kick towards Meeta's side.

Meeta fell back due to Demonia's latest blow to the chest. Yet it was like the demoness believed, the ribs were broken but were healed up a few seconds later. It was a new sensation to feel but Meeta didn't had time to take it all in when Demonia struck again. This time a kick for her side, it connected but she grabbed the limb and smashed her left elbow into the demon's leg. The bones would break from it and Meeta followed up with a ruthless uppercut in the jaw.

She punched and kicked in repeated fashion, aiming for Demonia's lower and middle areas for the next few minutes. Then Meeta grabbed her host by the waist again and squeezed her body in a fierce and tightening bearhug.

The crowd cheered when Meeta made her quick comeback.

Demonia was still playing though but soon concluded it was not needed. Meeta's bones had only been broken but not dislocated causing their healing to have been swift.

She grunted when the bones snapped but retaliated quickly from it. Meeta should be able to feel more with her punches now compared to the first battle. Human form or not Demonia still had some advantages with her body.

When Meeta did a bearhug however Demonia grinned and gave Meeta an unforgivingly hard headbutt so Meeta would let her go.

''You adapt well. Let's see how fast you are now'' she said as she cracked her neck as she turned herself to her guest. Her leg was fixed up for the most part and she started to give hard punches into Meeta's got which with a normal person would for fure cause organ damage.

Still stunned by Demonia's latest head butt, it took much effort from Meeta parry and block most of the next blows that followed. A good number of them did hit their mark, causing the newly ehanced human to gag and grunt in pain.

She responded kneeing for Demona between her legs, then launching several hard hook punches targeting for the demoness at both ribs.

Demonia unlike before did not allow Meeta to have her way. Blocking one of Meeta's hands with her foot and the other with her hand. Then using the foot she had used to stop Meeta's punch she lifted Meeta up high by still holding the first. If the demon would squeeze any harder the bones in Meeta's hand would surely break but instead after lifting the girl up high enough she gave another hard kick in the stomach and then another and another before tossing the girl aside again.

Demonia was then just about to charge but a hellhound was at the side of the field. Despite it's size it did not look old and damaged like those Meeta had killed but it was rather a pup. A very, large pup holding an elderly woman in it's jaws. One whom Meeta could identify as the one who owned the brothel. The creature just sat there interestingly watching the match.

Meeta grasped her stomach with one hand as she willed herself. Then that she spotted the hellhound and...its victim within its jaws. It caused Meeta to pause in examination. Why that witch doing here?!

At least she was suffering, but Meeta didn't want to focus on. Instead she turn her head around but only to face Demonia's charge.

Demonia wanted to slash out but found her punches blocked by Meeta. She noticed that the girl put in all of her newly gained strength into this. ''Wrestling it is then?'' She said with a grin. ''By all means. Last one standing wins.''

Meeta nodded with a vicious smirk of her own. Then she locked both arms with the demoness' and grapple for dominance. The former slave pushed forward, trying to force Demonia back.

''You can do better then that. Maybe... you lack motivation. Or... you actually think you will like having to follow every single order from me by the letter for that period of time.'' Demonia said and licked her lips before she slowly turned into her demoness form. The snakes sissing and hissing although did not bite Meeta.

Here we go again Meeta thought. She then knee the demoness in the gut. Locking her left leg behind Demonia's, Meeta pressed forward, dragging them down. Their bodies pressed together, as the former slave knocked her opponent's arms away and proceeded grabbed the neck with both hands. With a fierce grip on it, Meeta slammed Demonia's head to the ground in repeated fashion.

Meeta succeeded into smashing Demonia's head into the ground twice before she braced herself. But Meeta got the crowd enthausiastic. Two even as much that they shouted to Meeta to break Demonia's spine or pull the tail.

But it was Demonia who rolled on her back, sat up before forcing her head and body down hard to wherever  it would Meeta Surely some snakes would die in the process but they would come back. And of course it would be unpleasant for Meeta to have snakes touching her bare skin. Still though the creatures did not bite her.

Demonia struck Meeta in the head area. The super strong human for a moment saw noting but stars, adding confusion along with newfound pain that included from her nose and lips. She went back on the attack swifty, rolling herself on top of the demoness again sitting up. This time Meeta threw one hard punch toward her opponent in the jaw before slamming her breasts into the Demonia's face, pinning her down to the ground with them.

The crowd went wild in approval and roared with laughter at the scene. This was so much fun for them, it can only get better and better. Meeta however choose to try to roll off of Demonia to the left side seconds later, planning another move. She however underestimated her hostess' speed and self recovery...again.

Demonia chuckled. When Meeta attempted to roll off Demonia it was easy to see why as a clear sucklemark was on one of Meeta's breast. ''Carefull pet. The crowd might think you are into something else. Not that I mind but we're here to fight and not to let our body enter the levels of sensual extacy'' she teased. There was some blood on her face but there was no pained expression. Demonia enjoyed it. As the demon licked her lips it merely confirmed it even more.

It was then in the blink of an eye though that Demonia's smile vanished and that she jumped back on her feet and gave Meeta a hard kick against her back. Burrying her heel slightly in Meeta's skin just beside the spine. When Meeta was down with her belly on the ground she placed one foot at the back of Meeta's neck.

''What shall I do now. Break it? Leaving you paralyzed for a while... or something else...'' she swiftly removed her foot and stamped hard on Meeta's shoulder joint before kneeling down, placing a knee on Meeta's spine,  and held down Meeta's head on the ground. ''Or will the lady yield.''

She grunted and then screamed in an extreme pain, powerless to get up. The ex-slave laid there, completely restrainted by Demonia's sheer might and power. Upon hearing the demoness's latest inquiry, Meeta paused. She had fought on well enough and could yeield at this point, yet her fighting spirit still refused to accept that notion.

"No!" She declared at the top of her voice for all to hear. The demons snicker in amusment mixed with admiration. They were well aware that their mistress will take her time to be playful in beating this human around some more

Oh it's going to be even more enjoyable for them to watch it unfold.

''Alright.'' Demonia replied.
The hand the demon used to keep Meeta down tightened its grip on the girl's skull. ''Good your body is tougher and wounds heal faster otherwise this party would be over really fast. With force she slightly turned Meeta's head so her face was directed in the dirt below.

Her other hand, showing more and more signs of a claw gently went over Meeta's back, behind, upper leg and thigh. The crowd started to yell a lot of things. Violation, mutilation, but Demonia had her own agenda and let her claw suddenly enter deep in the flesh of Meeta's upperleg.

''Nothing beats the sensation of blood over your hands does it.'' Demonia purred. ''Well. Almost nothing.'' she had allowed her hand to be in the flesh of Meeta's leg before pulling it out before doing the same with the other leg. The first wound was already healing but Demonia knew it would take awhile for the wound to fully close.

Meeta's shrieking was muffed due her face forced down in the hellish dirt. She struggle to break free but Demonia was clever cripple the human's legs for the time being even as the limbs will self-heal. Yet it won't be fast enough for Meeta with the demoness had in mind for her next.

''I will not stop until you yield. It is up to you when the torment stops. Even if you pass out I will go on when you wake.'' she pulled her hand out of the other leg and scratched Meeta's back nice and slowly drawing more blood. ''Hours, of fun. But it is you who decides when the game ends.''

With a demonic claw slowly tearing in her back, Meeta was tempted to yield again. Yet even with the prosepct of torture for hours, she won't submit in that moment. She tried to keep her mouth shut, in order to prevent further screams.

''You know...'' Demonia muttered as she deeply scratched Meeta from the left shoulder till the right upper leg, digging her finger in the leg wound. ''I thought you said you would never be looked down upon again. Used again. Did you know that yielding is a form of power as well? Knowing when to give in. I could tie you to a pole and experiment on you... or just make sure you bleed enough to pass out. Judging by the amount you've lost I wonder how long that will be. Even so. Then we just take a break until you are conscious again. With yielding you have power over me. I promised I would stop after all when you would.''

Biting her lips, to clamp down from screaming further. It was made extremely difficult with the way Demonia was digging her claws into the backside of Meeta's body. Finally the screams came out in short bursts minutes later. Even so Meeta was able to heard the demoness' bit of advice. The very thought of yielding made her sick, but Demonia was making some valid points for it.

Should she really let herself suffer like this for hours even with her enhancement abilities? In the end, Meeta swallowed her pride and said.

"I...yield."

''That's my girl.'' Demonia said with a grin. She stopped right away like promised and gave Meeta a soft kiss on the cheek before she got on her feet and raised her arm. The spectators cheered with rejoice. All of them wondered though what kind of torment Demonia would put Meeta through the following week since for that time, Meeta would be Demonia's pet.

''Once your wounds are closed, interested in a bath? To get the blood off and all?'' she asked

Looking back at the demoness Meeta replied with a shurg.

"I guess so, it's not that I'm going anywhere else."

Demonia laughed. ''that, is where you are wrong sugarpuff.'' she said. ''Remember. You have to do my bidding for an entire week. I promise I will be gentle. Sortoff. depending on my mood really.''

She pulled Meeta on her feet after grabbing the woman's arms and once Meeta stood, Demonia raised the woman's hand too making the crowd cheer too. ''They cheer because you did well. Most likely they would expect us to make out here but I do not feel like it. A certain someone slammed one of my teeth out.'' she had regained her human form again and pulled Meeta along with her. The surroundings changed though. They were no longer in hell but an empty bath house. With a movement of her hand, Demonia lit tle candles with red-purple ish flames. ''A bath, all for us.'' she said with a smile.

A week to serve a demoness, Meeta thought slighty uncomfortable at the thought. It sorta her reminded of slavery but there is a main difference though. Demonia kept her word so far and even gifted her with enhanced abilities as part of it. Meeta doubted most of the merchant princes in Essryn would be as generous.

She could only watch with amazement as the hellish background changed into something more pleasant. The former slave perk up at the realization of getting a bath and she excitedly nodded in slient reply.

Demonia was the first to enter the water before looking at Meeta. ''Come on get in. It is not often you got the chance to taint the bath of a Royal. How nice would it be if mister spoiled would find his bath all bloody. His royal Majesty's room is next to thisone though so I do recommend not to make to much noise.''

Truly a demon indeed.

Meeta thought to herself with amusment this time. She followed Demonia into the water. The sensation of it was utterly perfect for the ex-slave who breathed a pleasure-filled sigh. Her body had taken a beating despite the enhanced self-healing. Looking over across from the human-disguised demoness, she commented in reference to the Royal, whose bathhouse they were using

"You love messing with people Demonia."

''But of course. That is my job. The owner of this house though had a demon contract. Otherwise I would not be able to get in here so casually. He had wished himself wealth and status to impress a girl who afterwards rejected him regardless. But, his time is up. I will unleash a few hellhounds later. When you are adjusted to your new powers and as they grow stronger you will be able to see who has a contract and who not. And you will see demons true forms if you wish. I do not recommend it though. It turned someone else paranoid.''

Meeta listen as the demonic woman spoke, especially at the part about the effects of the her new powers. Yes it can make one paranoid yet very useful as well, she considered.

The human then just closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the water all over her body. Suddenly an idea occured to her.

"Since I will be yours for a week how about I can assist in punishing one of your prey? If one of them is a foolish or arrogent noble woman, I can beat her near to death for your entertainment."

Meeta couldn't hide the vindictive thrill in her voice at the thought of putting one of the high and mighty nobles in their place.

''Hmmmm'' Demonia pondered. ''If you want to go on that path, it is possible. Who knows. Be good enough and you might, get to raise your own hellhound. Although if you go down the road that far you will partially lose your humanity. Many things that you are capable of doing now, actually doing them will be with consequences. You will get to know those when you are far enough. I will always give you a choice. You ate the hearts, and got enhanced. If you like it, I shall provide the option for you to keep it.''

She used some of the already slightly reddened bathing water to get the blood of her face before exiting the bath and walked towards a cabinet. ''So. What do you like. The expensive soap or even more expensive liquid soaps. I dare to bet though that if you enter the bedroom of this man you recognise him. Vengeance, or the dragging to hell though is not something I do quickly. This particular one will find his bathwater blood red next morning. Maybe a nice scribble on his chest. He will hear the hellhounds scratching the doors of his bedroom when he sleeps. He will hear their hungry growls and smell their sulphurous breath. The little hell children who he will meet when thinking being in public places will save him, will make word games and jokes about responsibility, and the price for wishes. It is not as easy as punching someone to submission. But of course this is my way. I could... let you assist me and see how well you do. How vengueful you are. I am actually looking forward to see it.''

That is quite the price to pay for these abilties, Meeta realized. It's too late to trade them back, she just will need to be careful wine using her ehanced gifts. After further thought, she answered.

"He is all yours to do as you please. Perhaps I'll unleash my wrath on someone else later on. Now I seem to recall to our bet you can still beat me around some more. I don't mind, it would test my endurance further."

''You have endured enough for one day.'' Demonia said calmly before pouring some lovely scented oils in the bathwater. Backing off perhaps due to what I said? Losing your humanity is not easy. You need for example, to enjoy it. Initiate it. I made a deal with a girl once. You will probably meet her somewhere within this month. She made a deal with me. Normally with a deal, the soul of the one who wants to deal is the prize. Usually it is a ten year mark. But this girl was something else. Instead of her own soul, she would torment the souls of her mother and father. Magic, she already had. But the knowledge how to use them not. She tormented her mother and father for a couple of days with the knowledge I granted her. They were fit for hell I can tell you that much. This girl brought it so far she lost her humanity within a week. Then agin. Maybe she already had spiraled to much away from it before she met me. She became a demon herself.'' she put the flask of oil back and re entered the bath.

''Demons are not nessesarily evil. We just show that when something is given, it is not for free. We are a reminder of that. The difference between angels and demons, with demons you know you have to pay. With angels, they stab you in the back by surprise because nobody expects. I could watch over your humanity and stop would you descend to far. Right now, you being enhanced by hellhound hearts, it takes away nothing. What I gain from this is a simple interesting experience.''

"I see." Meeta repiled, feeling reassured. The fighter remained where she was in the bath, opposite of Demonia. Then the ex-slave asked.

"Is there someone else that needs to be punished?"

''Oh plenty.'' Demonia replied. ''More people take on demon deals than you think. But I am curious whether you are capable of punishing someone who dug his grave himself, but not out of nessesarily evil intentions. He found his wife, raped and murdered. He could not take revenge on himself and nobody he knew would do it for him so he made a deal with me instead. To take all who hurt his wife to hell. Only he did condemn himself with it. If I would want you to bring someone in it would be him. But it would not exactly be a right start for you.'' Demonia dipped herself under for a couple of seconds before coming up.

''Ah. I know of another. A young woman who exchanged her soul to have her husband slain because she did not like him. Forced marriage and all. But she, did not believe I was a demon neither did she believe in Hell. I will give her punishment to you.''