Weapon (Zavia)

There are very few I trust with military matters in Hell, and trust is not something easily earned in the realm. You see, the greater the trust, the greater the power betrayal gives. Serve someone loyally for one hundred years and brutally slay them and their family? Oh, you are looking at a huge step up in the stairs of woe down here in Hell. You will be respected. Your life will improve. The suffering will lessen. You shall know a little of this thing called happiness.

When in truth, you are the one being setup for the next huge betrayal. It shall be your back which takes the knife.

In a sense, it is like government on Earth, yes.

Zavia and I here have an arrangement. I cannot say what that is, because the risk of others using it against us is too great. Which, of course, gives the secret power. And she leads the Hellspawn who protect our sex cult, protects us from threats external (internal you shall soon learn about), and brutally deals with threats to our faction.

She did hate her body, once upon a time. Hate what she became. Felt embarrassed and shamed, and she turned that aggression outwards. We helped teach her to accept herself. That she could love her body, the changes, and even yes, the pain that comes every day from our hellfire scars. The changes us make us unique. The pain makes us stronger.

And we feed off the pain. The more that comes our way the stronger we get. I will open my mouth to warn her of a threat and she smiles, saying...

"Bring it on."

-Vex