Author's note:

Good morning, evening, afternoon and night. How has everyone been? Sleeping on a tent floor sure does make me knackered.

Fortunately for you this created a surge of ideas for the story, many of them will be featured. Safe to say this is far from over!

It may not be a "flood of chapters" but expect regular uploads of the fanfic, every other day.

Chapter 22: True Power

"YOU TRULY THOUGHT YOU COULD JUST WALK AWAY?" a booming voice shook him from his victory, he turned to look behind him at the exit of Hell, the giant stone Hell gate loomed in the distant. His harem were in front of him, all looking at his back. "AFTER ALL YOU HAVE DONE?". There was no one there. "Huh, who is-" he began, turning to face his recently formed harem. He heard Justice mutter something before he was attacked. "Oh boy".

He was killed almost instantly, the biting cold of chains on his skin. The cold quickly replaced by a unbearable burning, for a few seconds he could feel his own flesh burning off of his bones. It was a quick death, only a temporary setback. The wave of darkness rolled over him, again. He was alone in the void, again. No matter, he would only be set back a minute. The Helltaker was no ordinary man, as we know. He had a special power; whenever he died, he would be resurrected to a minute before his death, without the help of demonic magic.

He didn't know how he acquired this power, but he first learned to use it in the army, he was 'killed' during one of his first firefights. However, he was soon brought back and given another chance, too many chances...This ability had also come in handy when venturing into Hell, neither demon nor human was aware of his ability. He would use this to his advantage, he wanted to leave with an entire harem after all. However, each demon had killed him hundreds of times, too many to count...

"You thought you're leaving Hell alive? How delusional" Pandemonica had repeated almost a dozen times, snapping his neck with professional gentleness.

"They always say that... and they always try to run away. I'll have to break your knees, just in case" Modeus was the master of manifesting sledgehammers, it was not going to be pretty.

"We need a human to cross the Hell's gate. You don't have to be in one piece, though" Cerberus had said in unison before jumping at the Helltaker, baring their fangs. The first time the cuteness of the trio gave him a heart attack, the next causes of death...much more violent.

"Just my luck to find another masochist creep" the Sour Demon had spat, her sharp fingers swiping at him, her nails like razors, a fountain of blood exploded from his devastated throat.

"Holy shit. Let me put you out of your misery" Zdrada had decided more than once to mercy kill him, surprisingly she was the least trouble, killing him only three times. The knife buried deep between his ribs was always a shock. In one of his lives he was so frustrated he decided to take Zdrada's advice, he needed to reset anyway.

"You won't find many here. Lucky for you, I know a better place. Please, hold my hand" the angel had said, he was so thankful that she wasn't going to kill him during this encounter. Who would have thought lying would get him into Heaven. That was a sticky situation; standing outside those pearly white gates for a few seconds, they sent him back home almost instantly. The gun was on standby. Thankfully he was reset to a minute before his encounter with Azazel, he wouldn't be defeated.

"Yo, did you just solve that puzzle? That's awesome!" She truly wouldn't lift a finger against him, the Awesome Demon his protector on many occasion.

"Eager little soul..." the devil had smirked. Every time his body had melted away, in some form or another. The worst type of death, experienced too many times. He was taught his place time and time again, "This man may not know it yet, but he belongs to me..."

He died, again, and again, and again, until his will was almost broken. Each time he was brought back, clinging on, determination high. This power was a blessing, but also a curse...Being tortured and brought to death's door again and again would not let him use his power, he would be trapped there. Playing dead often lead to death, a minute was not enough time. Thank god they arrived when they did.

However, this time, something was different. He would usually drown in a flood of darkness, then a rush of white light would return his vision. It allowed him to make the right decisions. This time, the light did not come. It felt as if he had died a thousand times all at once; his countless previous deaths combining into one, but the darkness eventually subsided, it was replaced by fire. The fire that was burning his corpse. Yet somehow, he was still alive...

"I ONLY JUST FOUND YOU TRESPASSER! SO DON'T DIE ON ME JUST YET!", Who was this speaking? It was a voice he didn't recognize. He could feel the life returning to his body, he felt the breath in his lungs. "WE WILL SPEND A LOT OF TIME TOGETHER, YOU AND I" the voice boomed, ironic. He regained consciousness, he was untouched, parts of his suit were slightly burnt and torn from where the chains had binded him. He was alive, already standing. He was stood in a large red square, they were no longer in the room leading to the Hell gate. In front of him, high above, a powerful grey demon stood on a platform looking down at him.

Giant grey stone chains were strewn across the demonic machine, stone demon skulls with giant horns were facing him. "IGNITE THE SIN MACHINE! SUFFERING MUST BE MADE!" her voice echoed throughout the giant room, his foe now visible: a beautiful grey demon, who unlike the others, was not sharply dressed. She was wearing some sort of metal gauntlets or robotic hands? He couldn't tell if they were her real hands or just armour she was wearing. Her white hair flowed behind her, the white eyes of the high prosecutor glaring at him. A maniacal smile present on the punisher's face.

She clenched her fists into the air above her as she spoke, throwing them down to her sides as fire erupted around her. Her outfit being more than revealing...there were a variety of accessories attached to her body, a large belt with a pentagram buckle, some sort of small white chain holding her hair up. She had thigh high metal leggings, her thighs were covered in straps and leather padding before the metal protected from the knees down. She was balancing on high heels just like Lucifer's, is that really practical? he thought as he eyed her up and down. She was wearing a red arm band on her left arm, it had two black Xs on it. Like the tarrot cards? his mind wandered.

Her horns were much bigger than the other demons, the black spiked weapons making her taller than she actually was. There was some sort of spiked hairband resting on her head, similar to the devil's black crown. The torn jacket she wore exposed her muscular torso, as well as all of her chest. This demon did not care about looking smart.

Mechanisms now began to move on each side of the machine she was stood above, he was shaken from his admiration. So that's how it is. He stood tall, standing sideways, his hands in his suit pant's pockets staring down his new foe. I wonder what her name is? his thoughts queried.

Chains of Superbia...Pride

"HOW DO YOU LIKE THE SIN MACHINE, TRESPASSER? SURRENDER AND LET IT CONSUME YOU!" this new foe shouted at him from across the machine, the unknown demon had noticed the rest of the harem gathering on a nearby platform. They had only just arrived at the scene, all rushing to see the showdown. "No wait! Don't give up! You need to get us out of here!" Cerberus cried to the Helltaker who was on the lower platform. "And I'm still looking forward to my coffee!" Pandemonica added. The Helltaker used this distraction to rest, his legs were hurting.

"LEAVE HOPE! HIS FATE IS SEALED!" the grey demon addressed the harem angrily. The CEO now stepped to the front of the group, she ordered her iron fist to stand down: "Judgement dear, this man may not know it yet but he belongs to me, could you please not damage him?" the devil asked. "BE SILENT! REAL WORK IS ABOUT TO BEGIN" the demon spat back at the devil.

Judgement?

She is definitely going in the harem, his mind whispered. No matter how many times I die...

Chains of Avaritia...Greed

"THOSE CHAINS THAT BIND YOU ARE MADE OF THINGS THAT BROUGHT YOU HERE. YOUR EGO, YOUR GREED, YOUR LUST. YOU ARE YOUR OWN TORTURER" the demon smirked at him. This was very true; his ego had brought him this far, his greed had driven him to create the harem, his lust had yet to be satisfied...His mind tormented him every night, he hated himself, he wish he died back on his first military firefight. He WAS his own worst torturer.

He stood panting, breathing heavily, he was already exhausted. "Enough! High prosecutor, I order you to stand down at once!" Lucifer said coming to his defence, cute. "NO AUTHORITY STANDS ABOVE PUNISHMENT" is all the devil received as a reply.

"Keep going, Judgement! You are on a roll!" he heard a voice sound from the harem, "Yes, please continue. This is A plus material so far" he heard another voice mutter, dont encourage her! his mind spoke quietly. "I'm supposed to be the goddamn Queen of Hell! Why is nobody ever listening to me?!" Lucifer had shouted, she was all flustered and upset, even cuter. Well here we go again, he readied himself for another round, wiping the sweat off of his head and preparing to deliver some more kicks.

Chains of Luxuria...Lust

"YOU TRULY THINK YOU CAN BREAK FREE FROM THOSE SHACKLES?" the high prosecutor boomed. Was she talking about her white chains or the mental shackles she had previously mentioned? He didn't have long to ponder the question before she began speaking again. "YOU SHOULD KNOW, HOPE LEADS TO DISAPPOINTMENT, AND DISAPPOINTMENT LEADS TO DESPAIR", this foe was playing with him, trying to mentally break him, she was manifesting chains out of thin air, it was an intimidating display.

"CHAINS OF DESPAIR ARE THE MOST DELIGHTFUL" she smiled like a psychopath, her own chains now wrapped around her, searing her grey flesh. He hadn't died yet, maybe he wouldn't need to reset. He began hearing his demons doubt him, the two sisters were arguing and Modeus was already expressing regret sharing him. These doubts, these regrets, Judgement could sense them flooding his mind...

"YES, REGRET EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER DONE!" the evil voice cackled, the high prosecutor aware of the regrets that weighed heavily on this human's mind. She could feel it, a lifetime of regrets, a lifetime of mistakes, a lifetime of sadness...? She shook herself from her momentary sympathy. It was now the mortal's turn to speak, he waited for her to finish her taunts and decided to say what came naturally: "That outfit kills! Ten out of ten!" he smiled that signature smile. It all started with that fucking smile.

The High Prosecutor laughed, "LIEEEEES! THEY WON'T SAVE YOU FROM YOUR FATE!" she screeched at him, almost instantly he replied: "I know, that's why I can be honest", still smiling at his enemy, he was looking up at his opponent through his dark sunglasses. An embarrassed Judgement hid her face partially, no trespasser had ever complimented her!? "IS THAT SO? IN THAT CASE, THANK YOU. I GUESS?" she struggled to reply, it was adorable.

"NOW, LET'S GET BACK TO SUFFERING" she shouted, levitating into the air and resuming control of the demonic machine. The Helltaker now knew what he had to do, he loved a challenge.

Chains of Despair...

After a long battle, the Helltaker was reaching his limit. He knew that the demon was just playing with him, she could have killed him as soon as he stepped foot into Hell, it had been a test of endurance. Now he stood looking up at his enemy, he was breathing heavily, trying his best to compose himself. The grey demon was smiling an evil smile, she had her claws on show. "ANY LAST WORDS BEFORE THE REAL PAIN BEGINS?", she was impressed at his determination, this was no ordinary man.

Again, the Helltaker chose his words carefully, taking a few seconds to formulate the sentence: "Only thing I regret is not seeking you sooner" he smiled. He had to keep layering on the compliments. "QUIT YOUR CHEAP FLATTERIES, YOU MAKE MY JOB DIFFICULT" Judgement was speaking her mind more than she should. Again, he returned fire with another compliment: "Did I mention how much I love your hair?" he smiled, eyeing her flowing white locks, her black spiked horns rising from her hair.

Judgement was becoming flustered, she wanted to let this man live. She wanted to have some fun..."Look, I don't really want to do this. But the pacts been sealed. There is no way to prevent your damnation" she said now with a normal, more quieter voice. "However...I could postpone your torment a few years if you leave and never disturb Hell again", she obviously didn't want him to do that.

"Our fates are one, I will kill you and you"ll suffer. But it doesn't have to be today..." an embarrassed Judgement was now almost whispering to the Helltaker. She had teleported down and was now stood a few feet in front of him, the demon's hair reaching just above his shoulders in height. She was definitely the tallest demon in the harem. The mortal was still smiling at every excuse she made. He already knew he had won, she was just hiding her true feelings now.

"What's going on?" Justice asked the group, the lull in the action making her curious. "That dude fucking did it, he seduced a high prosecutor" Zdrada said between puffs of her cigarette, blowing the smoke into her sister's face. All the demons were still looking down at the two figures conversing.

"He"s mine!" a jealous Modeus squealed suddenly, "He said he will play video games with me!" Malina protested, "We were going to have a coffee together" a tired Pandemonica sighed, "What about all the walks we would go on!" Cerberus sighed. "Hold on, I'm sure you can all reach an agreement and share your time with him equally?" Azazel chimed, her index finger pointing at the ceiling. "Oh, we will share him alright" the devil smirked, patting a Cerberus on the head.

"SO CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY AND GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Judgement resumed her power stance, her arms at her side ready to strike out, the claws opening and closing into fists. She had resumed her normal mannerisms of a high prosecutor, the facade she played when carrying out Lucifer's will. She knew she would be reprimanded for this later: slightly damaging the devil's slave and letting it walk out of Hell unpunished. He was slightly injured, blood was seeping into his white shirt gradually, his suit and a red shirt were torn badly. He was limping.

There was an extremely long pause. The mortal man stood his ground, standing tall, maintaining his kind, warm and supportive smile. It was a face she hated currently, this man expressing pleasure at her mere presence, it was sickening to see such a smile. But over the years, you'll come to love it, something whispered in the back of her mind.

The high prosecutor was now becoming angry, taking a step closer to the man and clenching her metal fists tightly. "I SAID YOU ARE FREE TO GO! BEGONE!" Judgement ordered the Helltaker, her presence no longer intimidating him. He simply stood still, smiling at her threats. She already knew what his true intentions were, she despised and admired him."WHAT? YOU WANT TO INVITE ME TO YOUR HAREM? DON'T BE RIDICULOUS!" she cackled, taking another step closer to him, almost as if to whisper something to him.

"You'd share a roof with an immortal avatar of pain, blood-sworn to murder you through torture?" she spoke softly but had a hint of malice on her voice, she spoke so only he could hear the question. After everything he had said to her, she felt bad for trying to torture him, now she was afraid of what his answer would be after her constant threats. She didn't want to miss out on this...

"Wouldn't have it any other way...Judgement"

After a year of living together, he finally couldn't keep his true power a secret any longer. He told all his demons one by one: how he could self-resurrect, how many times they or the others had killed him, the different ways in which they had killed him, the burden of such a gift. He promised every single demon he would no longer use such a power, he hadn't used it since his adventure into Hell. The trip to the hospital thanks to Malina's bottle was proof of such a promise.

Many of the demons reacted to shock when he told them the truth, some didn't believe him until he said what they had done to him, what they had said. To them it felt like déjà vu, what they had done felt familiar. Lucifer, unsurprisingly, had killed him the most amount of times, followed by Cerberus, Pandemonica, Malina, Modeus and Zdrada. Even more surprisingly, Judgement, Justice and Azazel did not kill him once, although he was wounded after his confrontation with Judgement.

Obviously, many of the demons apologised again and again, regretting that their alternate self ever harmed him, the amount of timelines where they had sentenced him to death were too many, and now they were all here. However, the devil expressed no sympathy, Lucifer had yet to fall in love with her slave, she still looked down upon him. She perceived his ability to "make the right decisions" as a perverted desire, bending timelines to his will.

She was sick at the thought of the Helltaker repeatedly dying, just to figure out the correct combination of words to say when recruiting each and every demon. Thats how he knew she liked pancakes. The two spent many weeks apart after this discussion, the devil refusing to even look at the man. How could someone be so selfish, so greedy...he was the master of all of their fates...

Eventually, the two made up, she had decided that she would learn to live in the present, rather than trying to comprehend the hundreds of possible lives she could have lived, that her demons could have lived. She was happy with this one.

The couple had a heartfelt reunion, forgiving one another. Lucifer doing more than forgiving him. That night as a emotionally and sexually deprived Lucifer was satisfied, she cuddled into him, not ever wanting to let go. He promised her there and then, he would try to die...when the time came.

No more resets.

As much as he promised however, he was unaware that it wasn't his choice. He would be resurrected again and again, for it was his curse.

The mortal man was not so mortal after all.

He awoke suddenly, the blurry dream of chains and cackling had given him brief anxiety, his own words to Judgement echoing through his mind. He rubbed his eyes and instantly registered the demon body who was sat straddling his. He looked down and saw a naked Malina with her face pressed against his bare chest, she was dribbling down him as she slept, a wide smile across her face. His red shirt had been wrapped around her, probably to keep her warm. At least he had some sense last night.

He rubbed his brow, it was only just occurring to him what had happened last night. He couldn't believe they had done such a thing. Malina was like a daughter to him, and he...Why didn't he stop her? Why did he had no self-control? He was the looser after all...Malina was fast asleep in his embrace, her legs were bent so her knees were on either side of him. Her naked body hidden under the shirt still pressing against his. Did they really fall asleep like this?

It didn't matter. He put his arms under Malina's lifting her up and laying her gently on the sofa. He put on his boxer shorts and looked out the window. It was still early in the morning, dawn was just beginning, birdsongs were starting to break the night time silence. He decided to remain in his underwear, no one would be awake at this hour. He picked up Malina gently, one arm under her back, the other under her legs. The demon's body reflexively nuzzling into his. For a moment she stirred from her slumber, "Wha-" she moaned, she could feel herself being carried.

"Shhhh, go back to sleep" he whispered, beginning his ascent up the first flight of stairs. "Not witho-...you" she slurred half asleep, she was probably still dreaming. "I'm here" he whispered, moving towards the sister's bedroom door. He opened the door as quietly as he could, slowly walking over to Malina's bed. The closest bed was against the wall, Zdrada's was next to the window. He layed her down, her nude body slightly concealed by his giant red shirt, he moved the duvet to cover her body and quickly exited the room. A pair of red eyes followed him as he did.

He walked down the hallway back to the stairs, the man was too much of a coward to go and crawl into bed with either Lucifer or Modeus now. He decided that the sofa will be his bed. He entered the dimly lit lounge, the curtains still drawn. He moved his discarded whiskey glass to the coffee table, grabbing his phone before he lay down. The Helltaker may not sleep now, but at least he could be productive. He opened his email and began searching through his extremely long list of contacts. When he found the contact he wanted, he began drafting the message.

"Dear Captain"

"Is he awake yet?" he heard a voice giggle.

"He has a nice chest, feel those muscles" another voice was heard.

"Oh leave him be, probably had a rough night with Malina" the third voice was the one to break him from his sleep

He awoke to a pleasant albeit embarrassing situation. He was still wearing his black underwear and nothing else, laying across the length of the sofa. He opened his eyes to see an infatuated Modeus laying on his chest, she was digging her elbows into him, using them to rest her head on her hands. She was smiling, her heart shaped pupils staring into his eyes as he awoke. To his right, an embarrassed Justice stood, turning to face away from the man. She had been the one feeling his muscles. A lone Cerberus was knelt on the floor, looking at the Helltaker as he awoke.

Across from him, Lucifer was sat with the other two Cerberus, she was alternating which Cerberus to pet while reading off of some sort of demonic device. Malina's chair was empty. "Good morning!" Modeus smiled, she was cheery as ever. "Good morning M" he returned the smile. "Were you just touching my chest?" he turned to look at Justice's back. "Oh, what's that? I think Judgement's calling me" Justice said, walking out of the room as fast she could, her face was a shade of bright red.

"Sleep well?" Lucifer asked the Helltaker, not turning to look up from what she was reading. "Not really" he said, sitting up and swiveling his legs to sit properly, Modeus instantly coming to cuddle his side. "Me neither" she said sternly, still not looking at him. She was referring to his absence. "What time is it?" he asked the room at large, "About half three" Modeus replied first, still looking into his eyes. "Half three!" he said, shocked at how late he was to waking up, "How long have you all been up?!". "We have been up a while, Modeus has been here since nine. We decided not to bother you, Azazel gave you a few more hours rest" Lucifer smirked at her device, still not looking up at him.

"Who is 'Sergeant Amy Johnson'?" the angel said, walking into the lounge holding his phone, reading his drafted email. He stood up quickly, accidentally pushing Modeus off of him and snatching the phone out of the angel's hands. "An old friend Az", he gave her a scowl, she may be the curious angel but she was too curious for her own good.

"Sorry..." she looked at the floor upset, he felt bad watching her walk back into the kitchen, feeling even worse when Modeus wouldn't look at him. "Are you still wanting to go on that date later Mo?" he asked, trying to recover the situation, "I guess" is all he received as a reply, she was hurting after he shoved her away. "I'm sorry Modeus, didn't mean to push you like that" he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She still refused to look at him. It was going to be one of those days. "Alright, I'm going to shower" he said to his demons. He walked past Lucifer, her words stopping him in his tracks: "Was it her choice?", the devil was looking at his sore neck, red and purple marks scattered along it. He wasn't looking at her, staring straight ahead.

"Yes, it was".

He began walking to the stairs, locking his phone and placing it in his jacket before he started climbing. As he climbed he heard the boiler working away, signifying that one of the showers was currently running. He took a step up on the third flight, listening to hear if it was Beelzebub showering. The gentle sounds of water falling above him could be heard, he would use the communal bathroom on the first floor instead then.

He went back down the stairs, opening the bathroom door and shutting it behind him. Even though he was well rested, he was too tired to notice the demon who shared the room with him, she was stood behind the door when he opened it, looking at the mirror. As he undressed, he realised his crotch was covered in some sort of residue, a combination from both involved, it smelt as you would expect.

He opened the shower door, turned the water on full blast and leant his forehead against the shower wall. The water running down his body, wetting his hair. Forgive me, he thought. He sighed loudly. Their jealousy, their lust, his lust, these demons would be the death of him. He heard something fall to the floor, then someone opened the shower door behind him. "I wonder when the last time I showered alone was" he chuckled, not turning around to see who it was.

"Have fun last night?" Zdrada's voice came from behind him, he turned and leant his back on the shower wall, allowing her to come closer and share more of the water. "I knew you were awake" he smirked at the Bitch Demon, he was contempt at just standing there at the moment, not wanting to clean himself yet, maintaining eye contact with the demon. Zdrada let the hot water run down her naked body. "So my sister gets some and I don't? When will I see some action?" she smirked back, standing a few inches away from him.

"It felt wrong" he confessed, "You two are like...like daughters to me" he decided to get that off his chest. "You're both still young" he began, Zdrada quickly countering his point: "Dude we are both centuries old, I can't remember Malina's let alone my own birthday", she paused, letting her hair get wet. "You are younger than us", this sentence hit him hard. "Really?" he couldn't believe it, they looked like teenagers. Of course he would fulfill the desires of his demons, but sometimes it didn't feel right. Either way, he had learnt that when they don't get what they want, they get violent. Steam was rising from the shower now, condensating the shower screen and mirrors in the bathroom. Both of them enjoyed a boiling hot shower.

"Have you thought where you wanna go on our date? Everyone has been obsessed with them, not you" he said trying to change the subject, he reached for the shampoo. "Dates are stupid" she protested, crossing her arms. "Well, your loss then" he had his back to her now, scrubbing his head. "Wait! I still want to go on one!" she protested. "Then get in line looser, I'm going with Modeus tonight" he smirked, even if she didn't see it. "Wait why are you here Zdrada?" he turned to look at her, the wet white hair on her head covering most of her face now. "Thought you could use an extra hand" she smirked, he could tell she hadn't done this before.

"Really? How?" he smirked, knowing she had no clue. After a long pause, she replied: "Well, I don't fucking know dude. How does Modeus do it?" she crossed her arms, purposefully exaggerating her breasts. He never knew she had nipple piercings. He began scrubbing his body with a bar of soap. "She usually just pounces me when I least expect it, everything that happens after that just flows naturally" he admitted, moving to scrub his armpit, the Helltaker had his back turned again.

"How does Lucifer do it?" Zdrada spluttered water on him, she was receiving the full coverage of the shower now, the Helltaker stood as a far back as he could, he would rinse himself when properly cleaned. "Zdrada" he said, blinded by the watery soap in his eyes. "I can't tell you how to behave, just do whatever comes naturally", he began to exit the shower, but Zdrada stood in his way. "Or you could do whatever you like with me" she took a step closer to him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? he smirked back.

"I've been a very bad girl" Zdrada's masochist side coming into effect. It was his turn to take a step closer, the two now staring each other down. "Take the initiative then". The boiling water running down his back now. "Like this?" she grabbed his head and aggressively kissed him, her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. She used her other hand and guided his hands, moving one to her back and one to her breasts.

Her wet body pressed against his, like many of the demons, they were unaware that he needed to breath. When they finally parted, he gasped, taking in air which wasn't full of steam. "Yeah, something like that I guess" the man released his hold of her body. She stood to one side and allowed him to exit out of the shower, her eyes lingering in all the right places as he left. "Don't be a stranger" she called out after him, "Let's do this again". "Whatever Zdrada" he replied. She resumed her shower, allowing him to go about his business.

Why were demons always so horny?

Writing the next chapter as soon as this uploads.

~Lust for the Sinful~