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The Mouth of Hell by NyxenAvenger The Mouth of Hell by NyxenAvenger
Though she did not want to admit it, Augus was starting to get slightly concerned over this whole duel. Two hours had passed and both had gone through three taverns deep below, but while most would have conceded at this point Deima must have thought of this as a light snack. Augus's coat was starting to feel tight, she did not want to look undignified should this duel continue. There was only one thing for it, she had to end this quickly and to her luck she knew exactly the right place to end it.

The Mouth of Hell was a terrifying place depending on your status amongst Augus's minions, if you were scum and had no contribution to give you were considered fresh meat to those gruesome masked cooks inside, forced to consume whatever they gave you, mostly remains of other demons, until you bloated like a drowned cow ready for the slaughter. But if you were otherwise, you were simply just a paying customer who had...exotic tastes in cuisine. The reception was just as extravagant as her lord's lair as they both walked in, Deima was forced to wait while Augus snatched a portion of her cash and talked with the young masked lady on the desk.

After a brief moment of what seemed like whispering they were allowed to proceed into the place, she did not know why her lord had wanted to go here until she walked through the iron doors. A potent gas sprayed against her face, catching her by surprise. She did not have time to react, or even think, as her body and mind drifted off into unconsciousness.

Her eyes opened up slowly, she slowly realised she was sitting down against some sort of large pillow. After looking up she realised that she was resting against her lord's stomach, and that her leg was chained to the floor. A large, masked chef walked across the large opening on the side of the room and placed a plate filled with delicacies, it reeked of blood. The sounds of machinery and faint screams filled the outside of the underground resturant.

"Oh good, you're finally awake. It's only been half an hour to prepare everything for you." Her lord spoke, breaking the silence in the room.

"What in hell is going on?" She asked, to which the overlord smugly smiled as she stroked her claws under the bodyguard's neck.

"My victory of course, everyone knows that no one can truly survive the entire menu of the Mouth of Hell. Think of this as practice before I chain you up below my throne room." Deima raised an eyebrow as she slid her fingers across the chain, it was solid and tight against her leg, clearly it was specially made for an occasion such as this. Perhaps they thought she would eventually come down to have a bite here.

"Then why are you here? You could have had someone else to watch over me..."

"No! That's...not how it works. I am going to make sure you eat everything here, it's the least I can do. Besides, I'm the only one who has the key to unlock your chain, should you still linger on."
Augus taunted as Deima looked across at the plate, filled with balls composed of a jelly-like substance, if one could look hard enough you could see the screaming faces of demons within.

"It is sounding like you are excited for this, is this thing you are into?" Augus did not dignify that with a response, simply taking one of the balls of jelly and pressing it against the wendigan's lips.

"Shut up and eat, we've got another 12 courses to go through."

The next hour was all a blur, the chefs rushed around the place placing piles of strange delicacies on the window. Deima was beginning to think her lord liked doing this as she shoved the jelly-like ball down her gullet, she would not have been surprised if it were true, she thought as the burning sweetness melted down her throat. It gave her lord the feeling of power and dominion over such a strong demon like herself, Deima did not like it in the slightest but deep down in her heart it felt...pleasing to sit back and have someone offer things to consume. It made her wonder who was really in power here, and that was a thought to entertain with as the piles grew smaller and her gut grew larger. Augus herself ate something here and there to stop her from starving, avoiding the delicacies that contained some form of soul residue.

The piles had gone, and Augus was visibly furious that Deima had not conceded after all of this. Her gut had bloated up to fill her lap, a pale, monstrous thing still eager for more. Deima smiled as she stifled a moan, she had a large appetite but after everything that happened even she was beginning to feel the limits of her hunger. It gave out a sludgy growl as she pulled her shirt over it, a fruitless endeavour as it slid back up against the pale flesh.

"What?! That's all of the menu? Surely you haven't got anything else on the side? Have you missed anything?!" She asked the masked cook in desperation, who shrugged as he slid his gloved fingers below his mask to scratch his hidden face.

"She's eaten the entire menu, I suggest you take her up top before she devours the buildings as well." His deep voice resonated within the caverns as he shook his gruesome head. He left shortly after, leaving Augus alone with this bastard of a demon. She got up and walked across the room, kneeling down in front of Deima to reluctantly unlock the chain. After doing so she fell face first against her bodyguard's ravenous gut, she wanted to give up but she did not want Deima to win this, she couldn't allow it.

"Damn it Deima, you're an asshole you know that?" Her muffled words tickled against the warm flesh, prompting the wendigan to give out a brief blush. She slid her hand against her lord's, who had placed it also on her pale middle. Augus looked up with a tired look, resting her chin on flesh. Deima smiled with reassurance, as if to say that her lord could still beat her. That at least gave some comfort to the overlord as she grabbed Deima's hand between her fingers to lift her back on her feet.

"I do not care, but many thanks for meal. Now, where do we go next?"

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Next part of Episode 8, where Deima finds herself trapped and forced to consume the Mouth of Hell's entire grisly menu, will she make it through? 

Hope you enjoy, this is getting real fun to write and draw.
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tlwelker Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2018  Hobbyist
THIS was a really really fun read, good stuff!

ALSO I NEED THAT SHIRT...
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NyxenAvenger Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Glad you thought it was good, means a lot to me! ;v;

SHE AIN'T AFRAID TO SPELL IT OUT 
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SwordSparks Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Them wendigans are tough.
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NyxenAvenger Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Indeed!
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TaurusTE Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017
Augus, plz, you didn't think it'd be THAT easy to beat Demia, did you?
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MegaKnight-clash Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017  Professional Artisan Crafter
could i use the lineart from the girl please?i can credit you
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AlduinGijinka Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017  Student General Artist
I relate to that shirt on a personal level
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NyxenAvenger Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Deima ain't afraid to show it off, she's baaaad~
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