When Sir Pentious woke up, his body felt heavy. He looked down to see his Egg Bois snuggled and sleeping against him. He hissed in annoyance and instantly slithered out from under them causing them to fall off the bed.

"Ow…Hey!" the Egg Bois exclaimed as they fell off the bed.

"Oh, good morning, boss!" one of the Egg Bois said.

"Why on earth were you sleeping on me?" Sir Pentious asked. "Do you eggheads know nothing of personal space?"

"Sorry, boss," the Egg Boi said. "The noises from upstairs kept scaring us. It got really loud."

"Yeah," another Egg Boi said fearfully. "There was so much thumping and growling. I don't know how you slept through it."

Sir Pentious shuddered in both fear and disgust and tried to put the woman out of his mind.

"Alright," he said. "Well, it's over now. Everyone who's not going with me, go prepare the three of us some breakfast while we get ready to leave. I would like to enjoy a meal in peace and quiet if that's possible."

An already-dressed Egg Boi said, "Don't worry. We already made you breakfast, boss."

"Yeah," another dressed Egg Boi said. "We made your favorite. Buttered pancakes with coffee and a side of grapes."

"Excellent," Sir Pentious said his mouth already watering.

Once he got himself ready for the day, Sir Pentious and his Egg Bois made their way to the dining room. Unfortunately, when they got there, they saw the rosy-cheeked Devil eating the last of the pancakes from Sir Pentious' plate.

"Delicious," Satan said noticing Sir Pentious' presence. "You know, your minions may be terrible at taking orders, but they make a fantastic breakfast."

"Hey, that was the boss's breakfast!" one of the Egg Bois protested as he climbed on the table and ran over to Satan.

"Is that so?" Satan asked playfully as he moved his face closer to the Egg Boi's. "Well, to make it up to him, I'll make him something else to eat. How about it, Sir Pentious? How do you like your EGGS?"

The Egg Boi whimpered before he ran back behind his boss and trembled.

"It's fine," Sir Pentious lied. "I'm not hungry anyway."

"Don't worry," Satan replied tossing the bowl of grapes to Sir Pentious. "You can have the grapes. I don't like that organic trash. It reminds me of our Father."

Sir Pentious held the grape bowl in his hands and hissed under his breath trying desperately not to lose his temper in front of the King of Hell.

"You wouldn't believe the good time I had last night," Satan bragged while getting up from his chair. "I showed Delilah my true strength and she handled it pretty well up until she passed out from exhaustion. It was amazing considering I'm much stronger than Samson was. I honestly wish I could bring him down here to make a true comparison."

Satan chuckled to himself while adjusting his hat and said, "Anyways, I'm off. Thanks again for your hospitality, Sir Pentious. I'll be leaving my whore here with you."

"Where are you going?" Sir Pentious asked raising an eyebrow.

"I can't leave my wife wondering," Satan said as he walked past Sir Pentious and the Egg Bois who scrambled to get out of his way. "I also have other business to attend to. You just worry about getting into that hotel by the end of the week. Do not let my daughter find out about our agreement or I guarantee you a place in the 9th circle at the dry ice lounge."

Sir Pentious just stared and gulped as the Devil turned around and smiled.

"You know, I'm feeling generous," Satan said. "So, I'll allow you to have a spin with Delilah before you go. Just make sure you use protection…"

The Devil pointed his staff at Sir Pentious and threatened sadistically, "If you get my whore pregnant, I'll happily rip it out and make you devour it."

One Egg Boi gagged while the other one fainted.

"Well then, have a nice day," Satan said before finally teleporting away.

When the Devil had finally gone, the fainted Egg Boi woke up and the two of them went to their plates to eat their breakfasts while Sir Pentious stood there and mumbled under his breath, "Like I would ever have kids."

"Hey, boss," one of the Egg Bois said. "You can eat my pancakes."

Sir Pentious nodded and slithered over to his place at the table. After eating a few pancakes, drinking his coffee, and finishing off his grapes, the snake demon found that he was full and that he was hungry for something else.

Sir Pentious pushed his plate back to the Egg Bois, tightened his bow tie, and emerged from the chair.

"Where are you going, boss?" the Egg Boi asked. "Don't you want your food?"

"You two can share it," Sir Pentious said. "Do we have everything we need?"

"Yes, sir," the other Egg Boi said. "We're ready to go."

"Good, take your time eating, Bois," Sir Pentious said putting his hat on his chair, unbuttoning his coat, and loosening his bow tie. "I'm going to spoil myself for a bit."

As Sir Pentious slithered closer to his room, his animal instincts started to kick in and he began to drool with lust. When he saw his door was open, Sir Pentious quietly slithered in, but as he gazed upon the woman sitting on the side of his bed, his lust faded away into concern.

The bedroom was a mess of sheets and feathers with furniture randomly toppled over. The room smelled of sweat and tears. Delilah was naked sitting on the edge of the bed and hugging her knees while quietly sniffling.

Any lust Sir Pentious had left disappeared when he noticed three long scratches going down Delilah's back. It made him feel remorseful and guilty, two things he hadn't felt in a long time.

Sir Pentious tried silently slithering in to get a closer look, but the floor creaked underneath him.

"Who's there?" Delilah asked fearfully as she unleashed her talons and looked over her shoulder.

Sir Pentious slithered closer and said, "Don't worry, Delilah. It's only me. I'm not going to hurt you. Satan left, so I just wanted to see if you were alright."

Sir Pentious twitched nervously. Delilah clearly wasn't alright. What a stupid thing to ask…

Delilah smiled sadly and said, "Well, for now."

Sir Pentious looked down and noticed that his coat was still hanging open.

His face flashed in embarrassment as he turned around and said, "Oh, um, please forgive my unkempt appearance. I…I normally look better than this…"

As Sir Pentious finished buttoning up his coat, he noticed two black pieces of shredded lingerie lying on the ground.

His face flushed as he picked up the pieces and slithered over to lay them on the bed next to Delilah.

"I believe this belongs to you," Sir Pentious said nervously laying the articles of clothing next to her.

"No, it belongs to Satan," Delilah said scornfully. "He ripped apart my other clothes and forced me to wear it while he…"

A shudder went through Delilah's traumatized body as she started trembling again.

Sir Pentious looked around until he found a thin blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He got a glimpse of her nakedness and turned away to give her some privacy.

"Do you have any clothing I could wear?" Delilah asked.

"Uh, yes, I mean, they were for someone else, but I suppose there's no reason you couldn't have…" Sir Pentious said stumbling through his words for a second. "Yes, the answer is yes."

Delilah giggled a little bit, and Sir Pentious looked away in embarrassment.

"It's not what you would consider 'in style,' but it will have to do," Sir Pentous said sternly. "Is that acceptable?"

"I've been dead for about 3,000 years," Delilah said playfully. "Do you think I know or care about what's 'in style?'"

"Do you want them or not?"

"Yes, I do. Thank you."

"Well, I do owe you for healing me, madame," Sir Pentious said finally allowing himself to look her in the eyes.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to use your shower…AGH!" Delilah said as she tried to stand up only to feel her waist cramp up.

"Are you alright?" Sir Pentious asked with concern as he slithered over to help her get back on the bed. "What did he do to you?"

"The Devil was an animal," Delilah whimpered painfully. "I begged him to stop, but he just kept getting more aggressive. It was terrifying."

Sir Pentious used his tail to lift her onto the bed as he asked, "Why is he abusing you like this? He already has a wife who's as strong as he is. At this rate, he's going to cause you some significant internal damage."

"He was punishing me for running away. I'm his 'new concubine' he's using to have his new child."

"WHAT?!"

"It's true. The first time he tricked me into consenting, but I ran off when I realized he intended to keep me locked in his guest room like some kind of breeding sow. He found me, he brought me here, I tried to fight him, and as punishment, he made the second time as horrible as he possibly could. I don't know how I haven't conceived yet."

"But why does the Devil want a new child?"

"He wants to replace Charlie with a child who's more obedient. I suppose it's a Plan B to whatever he has you doing. He tried to sleep with Lilith, but she refused him."

"But do you want it?"

Delilah sighed, pulled back her hair revealing the bruises and deep bite marks on her neck, and said, "All I know is I have no choice."

"Oh, God," Sir Pentious said recoiling in horror. "I thought you were strong and invulnerable."

Delilah sighed and said, "Only when I'm awake. When I fall asleep, I'm as weak as anyone else. Another punishment for what I did to Samson. I kept going as long as I could, but eventually, I couldn't stay awake anymore and that's when he did the most damage…"

"Jesus Christ…"

"Like I said before, he's using both of us now, and I've been around long enough to know that the only way we'll endure it is if we rely on each other. Besides, he told me that I'm not allowed to leave until you finish your mission at the hotel or until I conceive. What choice do we have?"

"Well, you don't have to be cooped up in my room," Sir Pentious said. "I mean, you can sleep here, but you can explore my home and go into any room you want. The Egg Bois do most of the maintenance, but you can pick up their slack and make sure they don't wreck the place while I'm gone, as long as you don't aggravate your injuries, of course. How does that sound? Do we have a deal?"

Sir Pentious held out his hand.

Delilah smiled, shook his hand, and said, "Deal. As long as you give me something to eat and let me use your shower."

Sir Pentious sweated a bit at feeling her hand touch his, and as soon as she let go, he said, "Well, I'm off to infiltrate the hotel for 'our king.' I should be back within a few days. I'll tell the Egg Bois to get you everything you need."

"I'm going to use the shower," Delilah said standing up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom.

Sir Pentious couldn't help looking at her and staring at her hips. He gazed upon her as if he was in a trance.

Delilah looked back, smiled for a bit, and said, "Thank you," before she shut the door and entered the shower.

When Sir Pentious came back to reality, he looked around disdainfully at how messy the Devil made his room.

"She was right about one thing," Sir Pentious muttered to himself. "Satan is an animal. He's a bloody pig. Egg Bois!"

"Yes, boss," said one of a group of Egg Bois that were standing in the hall. "We weren't eavesdropping on your conversation or anything…"