Trigger Warning: This chapter contains physical and sexual violence and emotional abuse. If that type of content brings back bad memories or disturbs you, I suggest you proceed with caution.

Meanwhile, Delilah had flown away as far as she could. The white and black-splotched demon had just managed to grab her clothes and escape the Devil's clutches, for now anyway.

"I can't believe it," Delilah said with her slight Philistine accent she had never lost. "Lock me away and use me for pleasure like I'm still some kind of whore. After all I did for them, what did I do to deserve this?"

Delilah couldn't hold it in anymore. She landed on the roof of some unknown building in Pentagram City and let herself cry. She had just lost her job, and she had no family or friends to turn to, not even among the other maids. Delilah was as alone in hell as she was for most of her life on earth, and she had lived this way for almost 3,000 years.

When Delilah had shed all her tears, she hopped down from the building and pulled on her long red leather jacket over her wings which helped cover her black corset, her black knee-length skirt, her fish-net stockings, and black boots that made up her uniform. The only indication of her Philistine heritage was her gold arm band on her right arm.

The soiled dove demon wandered around until she reached a local dive bar called "Macadam's Cider House." Delilah reached into her pocket and found her small sack of money.

"A drink couldn't hurt," Delilah muttered bitterly to herself.

As she entered the bar, she saw a large crowd of demons sitting around at tables drinking exotic alcoholic beverages, smoking from different types of hookahs, and vaping different flavors from their pens. Delilah sighed in relief. It would be a good place to disappear for a while.

The succubus sat down at an empty stool, laid her head down on top of her arms, and waited for a chance to catch the bartender's attention.

Unfortunately, before too long, Delilah felt someone's eyes staring her down. She looked to her left and saw a green fox demon wearing a tuxedo looking at her lustfully. She ignored him and turned her head the other way.

"Hey, baby," the fox demon said. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Delilah rolled her golden eyes and said without looking at him, "I have more than enough money to take care of myself. Thanks."

"I was talking about a different kind of drink," the fox demon said lustfully grabbing her arms. "Come on. Let's have fun back at my place."

"I'm not in the mood for anyone else's shit today, junior!" Delilah yelled freeing one of her hands and releasing her claws. "Fuck off!"

All of a sudden, the green fox demon let her go and went flying into one of the tables.

"You heard the lady!" said a familiar deep voice.

After giving one terrified look, the fox demon bolted out of the bar. The other patrons were similarly stunned.

"Thank you," Delilah said turning to thank her rescuer before her small smile melted away into terror.

Satan was there towering menacingly above her.

He growled while approaching her, "You can thank me by giving me that second round that I promised you personally. Oh, and I want it dirty…"

Delilah took one glance at the exit and made a run for it. As soon as she bolted out the doors, she pulled her red jacket off and flew away again.

Once Delilah flew a considerable distance without seeing any sign of Satan, she landed in an alley to catch her breath. Delilah clutched her jacket nervously as she looked around for any sign of the Devil. She looked up and down the alley and out into the street. No sign of him.

"Looks like I lost him," Delilah said turning back into the alley.

"Think again," Satan said with a chuckle appearing out of nowhere.

Delilah gasped, and Satan took the opportunity to kiss her opened mouth. As he kept kissing her, he forcefully pinned her to the wall so that she couldn't escape. Delilah froze in fear as Satan continued making out with her, massaging her hips, and then moving on to licking her cheeks.

He licked her ear and then whispered cruelly, "You're quick on your feet, but you forgot something very important, my little Philistine whore. Since we mated…"

Satan stuck his nose into Delilah's hair deeply inhaling her scent before continuing, "I've memorized your scent. That means that I can track you anywhere you go in the Nine Circles. Oh, and one more thing…"

He slapped her so hard that she fell on the ground in front of him with a whimper. All Delilah could do was rub the sore spot and try to hide her tears.

Satan pointed his staff in her face and said threateningly, "If you ever defy me again, I'll ravish you so hard that by the time you conceive my child you'll have no trouble squeezing it out! Never run away from me ever again or I'll make you wish you were back at the brothel I found you in! Do you understand?!"

All Delilah could do was timidly nod her head. After a few seconds, she picked up her jacket and tried to get to her feet. Without hesitation, Satan offered her his hand and pulled her back up to her feet.

"Father?!" Satan and Delilah heard Charlie's familiar soft voice say. "What are you doing here?!"

They turned around to see her with Vaggie and Angel Dust carrying a bunch of fliers from across the street.

Charlie looked both ways before she crossed the street and her friends reluctantly followed behind her.

Satan's smile dropped for a second before he leaned on Delilah's face and whispered threateningly in ancient Philistine, "Do not squeal to my daughter or I'll make you squeal even louder tonight."

Charlie heard the whispering and looked at her father suspiciously. Angel Dust looked at Delilah's frightened eyes averting his gaze and recognized what was happening immediately.

"Father, and Delilah?!" Charlie squealed excitedly at seeing her former nanny. "What are you two doing out here? Why aren't you at home? Were you fighting with Mother? You have scratches on your face."

"It's no big deal, darling. Delilah and I were just having a stroll," Satan lied turning away the side of his face that had the scratches. "You know. Just enjoying the outdoors…"

"Out here in one of the most unsanitary parts of Pentagram city?" Vaggie interrupted sarcastically not caring about offending the Devil.

Angel gripped her shoulder to tell her to hush. While Charlie continued, Vaggie looked up at him and Angel gestured his head towards Delilah. When Vaggie saw Delilah's face, she recognized the look, too.

"So, what are you three doing here, Charlotte?" Satan asked while adjusting his hat.

Charlie awkwardly searched for the right words before finally pulling out a poster.

"We're putting up promotional posters for the hotel," Charlie said cautiously. "Since the Radio Demon decided to be our sponsor, we've decided to put these posters up all around the less aggressive circles and…"

Satan snatched the poster out of her hand, looked it over, looked back at Charlie, and lit the flyer on fire in his hand before causing the flyers in Vaggie and Angel's hands to do the same. The two had to drop the flyers on the ground as they burned in front of them. Angel had to hold Vaggie back from attacking the Devil.

Charlie's expression fell as she yelled, "Father, why….?!"

"I told you, Charlotte," Satan said grabbing Delilah's hand and pulling her behind him as he walked past his daughter. "We are now enemies. Goodbye."

Without saying another word, Satan teleported away with Delilah.

Charlie stood there on the verge of tears while Vaggie hugged her to show her support.

"We have more at the hotel," Vaggie said. "Don't worry about him."

"You're right," Charlie said. "We can still do this!"

"Who was that dame with your father?" Angel asked.

"Oh, that was Delilah," Charlie said. "She used to nanny me when I was a child. She would tell me all kinds of stories from when she was alive, especially about Samson…"

"Wait, she's that Delilah?" Angel asked his expression falling in disbelief. "The prostitute from Judges? Mother of God…"

"Yeah, she's the one, but she was never ever mean to me," Charlie replied. "I wonder why she was with my father."

"I hate to tell ya this, kid, but I think your daddy's abusing your nanny," Angel said with a sadly sympathetic look in his eyes. "I've seen her look millions of times. She's scared."

"I hate to say this, but I have to agree with Angel on this one," Vaggie said.

"No, I'm sure it's something else," Charlie said defensively with an unsure grin. "My father is heartless, but usually when he wants to cause misery, he does it without force…most of the time."

"Sure," Vaggie said comfortingly. "I'm sure he's just mad about the hotel."

"Still," Angel said walking past the two ladies. "I wouldn't put it past him."

Back at Sir Pentious' mansion, the snake demon was spying on the Happy Hotel with his latest invention, a little crawling drone inside the lobby. Within the hotel, a small crowd of demons was talking to each other.

"Grrrrr!" Sir Pentious groaned out loud while maneuvering his spy mechanics. "This is humiliating! I work day and night back in England and improve on Da Vinci's original designs only to be forced to become an unbearable lackey…Uh…no offense."

"None taken, boss," said an Egg Boi sitting next to Sir Pentious on the arm of his desk chair.

Meanwhile, another Egg Boi who was packing suitcases for himself, two other minions, and Sir Pentious asked, "So, what do we do now, boss?"

"Well, I've managed to look into the hotel's exterior and…oh, great," Sir Pentious groaned while slapping his face in frustration.

"What's the matter, boss?" the Egg Boi packing the suitcase asked.

"The princess is singing that damned song again," Sir Pentious complained. "Not every demon has a rainbow inside of them, you annoying little twit."

While Sir Pentious continued his rant, the doors to his office opened.

"Uh, boss?" the Egg Boi sitting next to him said nervously.

"I can't believe I'm going to have to put up with you and your father pulling my tail," Sir Pentious ranted.

"Boss?"

"I swear, one day, I'll skin you alive. I will."

"BOSS?!"

"What is it?!" Sir Pentious finally looked up from his camera feed and saw a white demon with black splotches on her wings and short black hair standing in the doorway.

His eyes opened all over his body at the sight of her beauty. Sir Pentious was overwhelmed. His heart beat faster and he felt like fainting.

"Good heavens, who are you?" Sir Pentious muttered before someone much more menacing came up behind her, pushed her out of the way, and approached the frightened snake demon standing behind his desk.

"Satan, please, I didn't mean what I – ACK!" Sir Pentious managed to get out before the Devil grabbed him and suspended him by his neck.

The Egg Boi at Sir Pentious' neck hopped off the arm of the chair and ran behind the door.

"Remember who you are working for, or else, I will personally rip off your skin and make it into boots," Satan threatened. "Never insult my daughter again. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Sir Pentious squeaked out as Satan slammed his head onto his desk and let go of his neck.

Sir Pentious coughed for a solid minute before he finally started to breathe normally. Satan held Delilah against his side and caressed her waist while they waited. Delilah shrank back at his touch while watching Sir Pentious with a great deal of concern behind her eyes.

"Who…is…she?" Sir Pentious asked between breaths.

Satan let go of Delilah, walked over to Sir Pentious' desk, and said, "That is none of your concern. All you need to know is that she is mine and she will be living here until further notice. Treat her well, and as 'payment,' you can use her as long as you use protection. Now, I have other work to attend to, but before I do…"

Satan stretched back his hand, grabbed Delilah's wrist, pulled her next to him, and continued, "I'm going to spend the night here. Tell me. Where is the nearest bedroom?"

Having finally caught his breath, Sir Pentious said, "I do not have any guest rooms, your majesty."

"What about your room and our barracks?" the Egg Boi hiding behind the door asked before Sir Pentious shot him a threatening glare to silence him.

"Sire, you couldn't possibly sleep in my…" Sir Pentious began to say before Satan took his hand and shook it aggressively.

"We'll be happy to sleep in your room," Satan said as he gripped the snake demon's hand so tightly that he began to wince from the pain.

Satan let go, pointed his staff at the Egg Boi behind the door, and said, "You, show me your master's room."

"Uhhh…" the Egg Boi said looking at his boss for confirmation.

Sir Pentious painfully waved his hand while gripping his injured arm.

"Okay, follow me," the Egg Boi said leading Satan down the hall.

Satan waved his hand at his concubine and said, "I'll be back, Delilah. Don't go anywhere."

Satan then left the two demons alone.

Sir Pentious tried to push through the pain, but his hand was badly bruised. Delilah looked at him and began carefully walking around the desk towards him.

"Are you alright?" Delilah asked.

Sir Pentious hissed in response and took off his glove to see the deep bruises on his hand. It would take forever for this wound to heal.

"Let me take a look at it, please," Delilah offered taking another step closer.

Sir Pentious growled even louder, and when Delilah took another step closer, he wrapped his tail around her white body.

The other Egg Boi in the room trembled as he watched the scene from behind the briefcase.

Delilah struggled for a second as the cold-blooded skin wrapped around her but quickly calmed down and said again, "Let me take a look at it, please."

Sir Pentious' eyes flashed in surprise at her composure and her determination. Other demons would be screaming by now.

Nevertheless, he tightened his grip to keep her from struggling and spat back defensively, "Why do you care?! If I were you, I would…"

Delilah grabbed his injured hand and placed it on the back of her hair. Sir Pentious was about to strike back when he felt a strange sensation. Delilah let him pull his hand back, and his mouth hung agape as the deep bruises faded and disappeared.

The Egg Boi's reaction was about the same.

Sir Pentious released Delilah who nonchalantly gripped her jacket and said, "It's part of my punishment for betraying Samson. As his hair gave him his strength and invulnerability so mine gives me the same and allows me to give it to others."

"Wait," Sir Pentious said. "You mean to tell me that you're the prostitute who…"

Delilah rolled her eyes and interrupted, "Who was spoken of in the Bible's Book of Judges. The prostitute who outwitted and betrayed the mightiest Israelite judge. The original femme fatale. Yes. Yes. Yes. I am the very one, but that's not important now. Listen, neither of us are here working for the Devil by choice. So, I think it would be best if instead of fighting we watched each other's' backs. Yes?"

"Whatever!" Sir Pentious said shrugging and staring at her silently.

He couldn't help but gaze at her beauty. Her eyes were the color of the ancient gold she wore on her right arm. Her succubus body was curvy and exotic. Her black hair was even and straight. Her white wings, though splotched with black, were brilliant to look at. Even her Middle Eastern accent was alluring.

Delilah was ravishing, but Sir Pentious had read the Bible in life and attended church as a child. He knew what kind of person Delilah was. She was the whore who overpowered the mightiest Israelite warrior. She couldn't be trusted, but that didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy his time with the legendary prostitute.

"Well, Delilah, since Satan has paid me for my services…" Sir Pentious said wrapping his tail around her waist again and pulling her closer until he was hissing in her face. "I will gladly enjoy partaking of you. You see, that is one of the punishments I have. As I heal, I belong to my healer."

"Boss…" the Egg Boi said quietly gesturing to the hallway.

Sir Pentious nodded his head and let Delilah go.

"Not yet, dear, but soon enough," Sir Pentious said.

Delilah furrowed her brow, crossed her arms, unleashed her talons on her right hand, and said, "I am more than just a whore. I have the right to choose who abuses me."

"Who are you kidding?" Satan asked from the doorway.

Before Delilah could blink, he was on top of her grabbing her hands and pulling her into another deep kiss. The Egg Boi who guided Satan looked at the one hiding behind the suitcase in concern as Delilah's frightened eyes looked pleadingly back at Sir Pentious who just looked away.

After about a minute, the Devil finally took a break from his kissing.

"Delilah, my sweet, it is time for Round Two and I've decided I want it dog-style," Satan said grinning sadistically. "Thanks for the room, Sir Pentious. I'll talk to you tomorrow morning. And don't worry, Delilah…"

Satan summoned a large carpet bag and finished, "I have everything we need."

Delilah gave Sir Pentious one more frightened glance before Satan pulled her behind him down the hall.

Sir Pentious finally looked in her direction only when she left.

"So, boss, I guess this means you'll be sharing a bunk with us," the Egg Boi by the door said.

"We've got everything we need for tomorrow," the other Egg Boi said gesturing to the suitcases.

"Alright, let's get some rest," Sir Pentious said rubbing his temples.

After Sir Pentious got his night shirt on and the Egg Bois got their pajamas on, they went downstairs to the bunks and saw the Egg Bois piling their pillows together and grabbing their blankets.

"What's going on here?" Sir Pentious asked.

"We made all the beds in the barracks into one giant bed for you, boss," said an Egg Boi placing his pillow on the floor.

"Yeah, we heard that Satan took your bed, so we thought you could use this one instead," said another one.

Sir Pentious felt a twinge of warmth going through his cold heart and smiled slightly.

"This is duly appreciated," Sir Pentious said taking off his top hat and slithering down on top of the beds as one of the Egg Bois turned off the lights.

Meanwhile, up in Sir Pentious' room, Delilah was sitting on the bed shaking like a leaf. After the Devil had her brush her teeth, he stripped off her clothes and told her to put on the black lingerie he bought for her while he took a quick shower.

Delilah was scared out of her mind. She had never been forced to have sex before. When she sold herself, it was always an encounter she agreed to. She never let anyone take her for free, except Samson. She never let anyone touch her she didn't like, but now, she had no choice. Satan was using her to have another child, and she had no say in the matter.

To make matters worse, Delilah was on her own. Sir Pentious, Hell's notorious kingpin, who she had healed out of the goodness of her heart without any gratitude, appeared to only see her the same way Satan did. He would probably swoop in right after the Devil was finished, and she didn't know if she would have the strength to fight him after Satan was through with her.

Delilah shed a few tears and said, "God, what do I do?"

Then, she heard the shower turn off and the curtain open. The door opened, and Satan emerged in a towel that was wrapped around his waist. Delilah glanced at him and looked away timidly.

Satan walked over to her side of the bed and looked down at his prize. He knew what she was feeling. He also knew there were billions of other succubi who would have gladly taken him instead, but he had to teach this one a lesson, a lesson that she should have learned already after being in hell for almost 3,000 years.

"Look at me, Delilah," Satan said creepily.

She kept staring at the floor as if she didn't hear him.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Delilah," Satan said more angrily than before.

Delilah still wouldn't look at him, so he angrily grabbed her face and kissed her. Delilah struggled for a moment before she unleashed her claws and smacked Satan on the side of his face leaving scratches where there weren't any before. He stopped kissing and the two were speechless for a tense moment.

"What did you just do to your king?" Satan asked quietly without changing his smile.

"I'm sorry," Delilah said quickly. "I don't know what came over me."

"Don't worry," Satan said his eyes flashing red. "I'll make you sorry."

All the lights in the room went off. Before Delilah knew what was happening, she was being turned around, her waist was bent, and she was down on all fours. Satan threw off his towel and lunged on top of her slamming her onto her stomach. His lower half connected with hers, and he started licking her ear as Delilah started to cry.

Back in the basement, Sir Pentious laid awake thinking about Delilah. She was different than the other succubi, in her beauty and in her confidence. He had seen other beautiful and confident succubi before, but something about her stood out and caught his eye.

"Boss?" an Egg Boi whispered.

"What is it?" Sir Pentious groaned. "I'm trying to sleep."

"What's wrong, boss?" the Egg Boi whispered.

"Nothing," Sir Pentious sneered. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just struggling to get comfortable on this uncomfortable bed you eggheads made."

"I think it's something else," said one that popped up out of nowhere.

"I think it's the lady," another one said that showed up right over his head. "You looked like you were concerned about her."

"How would you know?" Sir Pentious complained. "You weren't even there."

"We're telepathically connected by a sort of hive mind," said another Egg Boi creepily with a flashlight before Sir Pentious knocked him off the bed with his tail.

"Well, it's not about that girl," Sir Pentious said. "I'm not concerned about that whore. There is only one thing she's good at and that's…"

"Healing you?"

"Talking to you?"

"Getting used to you?"

"No, no, and no…" Sir Pentious retorted before a loud noise got their attention.

Out of nowhere, cries of pain and moaning started echoing throughout the mansion. The Egg Bois snuggled against Sir Pentious for protection as they trembled in fear.

Sir Pentious pulled a pillow over his ear holes and tried to block out the noise. He knew exactly what was going on and didn't like how it was making him feel.

"Please, stop," Sir Pentious pleaded anxiously. "Please make it stop…"