Author's Notes: Another chapter and it's only been a day? What can I say? I was really on a roll, and I wanted to get this out before school starts up again tomorrow. It's a little bit longer than the last one, and I'm hoping that they'll get longer from here on out.

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Disclaimer: Not really as intense at the last two, but language is kind of intense.

Hell Bent On Love

By: afallenblackrose

Chapter Three:

Saving Grace

Things seemed to take a more official tone after the Devil appeared. The blue-haired woman pulled her dress up and moved from straddling the auburn haired man's lap to perching on the throne's arm. The black-haired woman remained on the blonde's lap, but the man removed his hand from beneath her dress. I took notice of all of this, but a part of me didn't really care. I was still glancing at the Devil who was no longer wearing his tuxedo. He was now wearing a black silk button up shirt and matching dress pants. The expression on his face though reminded me of a kid's who had to watch a documentary instead of his favorite cartoon.

That really irked me, but I couldn't understand why. Not that I had long to dwell on the matter though, for Lita cleared her throat and everyone's attention turned to her.

"We are gathered here today to determine the fates of these two lost souls," she began. "First, we have Mina Aino. During her time among the living, she travelled down the wrong path. Her crimes include partaking in sexual acts with known married men and coveting money for her services. She died July 21, 2010 of a drug overdose. Masters, I now give you the floor to discuss her fate."

The masters, however, did not erupt in whispers, for they had heard Mina's gasp of surprise when the cause of her death had been read out. I stared at her surprised by her reaction. Her eyes were wide in shock, a look that seemed to be natural for her, and a hand was pressed to her mouth. Had she not expected her death to be read out loud? The white-haired male, who couldn't keep his eyes off Mina when we first walked in, seemed to have noticed her discomfort. Rising from his throne, he addressed her.

"Is there something that shocks you about your death, Mina?"

"Y-yes," she stammered surprised to have him speak to her directly. "Y-you see, you have my cause of death wrong?" The uncertainty in her voice made it sound more like a question rather than a statement of fact. I sighed, she really needed to stand her ground, or else the masters weren't going to believe her. I, for one, already didn't.

"Really?" He asked amused. "Then how do you think you died?"

"I don't think, I know," she retorted, this time her voice didn't waver. I instantly felt my opinion change. "I know for a fact how I died. Last night, the wife of one of my clients came over to my apartment and said that she needed to speak with me. She had just found out about the affair that was going on and wanted to talk to me about it. Not seeing a problem, I let her in and we sat down and talked. Eventually, we got thirsty and I was too distraught by what she had told me to get up and make up refreshments. She offered and I gestured towards the kitchen. She came back a few minutes later with cups of tea. I didn't notice until after I drank a little from mine, that she wasn't drinking hers. She had poisoned my drink."

Silence reigned after she said this. The masters seemed to all silently exchange their thoughts on the matter. This was sort of eerie and I found Mina squeezing my hand for support. She had executed a lot of strength by telling them the truth, something I could just tell that she didn't do very often. It had drained her, and she was nervous. Surprisingly, I felt nervous for her too. We had barely known each other, and yet, I already felt that we were fast becoming friends. I guess being sentenced in hell could do that to you. I squeezed her hand back and watched the masters intently. They were still communicating silently, but finally, the Devil broke the silence.

"The decision rests solely with you, Kunzite," he said. "You seemed to have taken a liking to this soul. So, it is your choice to decide what will happen to her."

"Very well, thank you, sire," he nodded his head, and then turned to face us. "Mina, committing suicide usually lands you immediately into the deepest and hollowest circle of hell. However, because you have given evidence that seems to prove that you did not kill yourself, I shall give you a choice. You can either spend the rest of eternity working in the last circle of hell, or you can become a mistress of hell, like Raye, Lita and Amy here." He gestured to the females.

"Um…" Mina trailed off, shocked and mystified by what Kunzite had just said. "What exactly would becoming a mistress of hell entail?"

"You would belong to Kunzite and ensure that his every last wish is attended to," Raye answered for him. I contained a shudder of disgust. It didn't sound much different from what Mina used to do. Would she really agree to that? But then I thought of the alternative. Working non-stop in the deepest circle of hell for all eternity? Not a pretty picture, even for me, though I considered myself to have a good work ethic.

"O-okay," Mina stuttered. "I'll become a mistress of hell." She nodded her head, as if to convince herself of the choice she just made.

"Excellent," Kunzite smiled. "Lita shall inform you of what to do after we are done here." He sat back down, but like before, his gaze did not stray from Mina. I still felt her hand within mine and squeezed it again while also throwing her a congratulatory smile. She glanced at me, and I could easily make out a slight blush on her cheeks. Lita cleared her throat once more and I remembered that I still had to be sentenced. I then began to doubt that I would receive such a good deal for my sentencing. I was not like Mina.

"Our second and last lost soul, gentlemen, is Serenity Anderson," she announced. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her introduction. I felt like I was a piece of artwork about to be auctioned off. "Like Mina, Serenity's time among the living was hampered by wrong turns. Her crime is that she killed people for money. She died July 21, 2010 by slitting her own wrists. Masters, I now give you the floor to discuss her fate."

Mina turned to me with another shocked expression on her face. I, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh. Diamond had said that my death would look like a suicide, but I didn't think it would fool the people of hell.

"What is so funny, Serenity, about killing yourself?" The Devil himself asked me. I stopped laughing and looked directly into those blue eyes. I was about to drown in them, when I realized he had asked me a question and that I wasn't the type of girl who became all misty eyed and flaunted her crush.

"You're right, there is nothing funny about killing yourself," I replied. "But I find it funny that, considering this is hell and all, you guys sure get a lot of things wrong."

That weird mental communication thing began again but the Devil shook them off. A smirk played on his lips making him look even more dashing…. NO.I can't go there. It wouldn't do to fall for the Devil, which even as I said it to myself sounded so absurd. Falling for the Devil. What the…

"Indeed," he interrupted my thoughts. "But what, if I may ask, did we get wrong this time, Serenity?" I looked up and instantly cursed him. Why did he have to keep saying my name like that? How, you ask? As if he was talking to me after we had had sex. Agh! Damn manipulator.

"Well, for starters, I didn't kill just anyone. I got rid of those nasty power hungry CEOs. Trust me, when I say the world was better off without them. I wouldn't be surprised if they all wound up down here, they were pretty treacherous and dirty." He was watching me with an amused expression on his face. I was starting to get the feeling that no one had ever talked to him like I was before. But what can I say? I had an issue with authority. "Then my death? Yeah, so not a suicide. One of the people I was hired to kill killed me instead. He made it look like a suicide so he wouldn't be blamed for it." Fucking asshole, I added on in my head.

"Hm…is that so?" The Devil grinned. "I guess we have things to discuss, don't we, gentlemen?" The mental communication thing began again, giving me time to exchange looks with Mina. She was glancing at me with obvious adoration in her eyes. I had made my case, even been a bit of a flippant smart-ass to the Devil, while Mina had stood there and stuttered through most of what had happened to her. She wondered how I could be so damn strong, but what she didn't know was that I was born that way. It ran in my blood, my mother was the same way. Before I could take a trip down memory lane, the four masters nodded their heads and turned to face me. The Devil stood up and stepped down to the main floor. I looked up at him, craning my neck. Damn this guy was tall!

"Serenity, as you have heard with Mina, committing suicide lands you straight to the deepest circle of hell. However, like Mina again, we seemed to have gotten the cause of your death wrong. You say that you were murdered and because of how you spoke with such conviction, we shall believe you. But unlike with Mina, you have no choice in becoming a mistress of hell."

I'm not going to lie; my first reaction to all of this was elation. Since all of the masters already had a mistress, the only one left was the Devil himself. No pun intended here, but hell to the yes! But then I got angry. How dare he think that I would jump at the chance to become a mistress of hell? He should have at least given me the option like Kunzite did for Mina. Sure, I would have gone with Mina's choice and yeah, this got rid of the extra time, which was probably precious to the Devil, but come on! The fact that he was abusing his power to ultimately get what he wanted (deep inside I was squealing like a teenaged girl) still pissed me off. Like I said before I have an issue with power abusing and authority. But I didn't have any better choice. So I did the only thing I could do.

I agreed.

"Very well," I said crossing my arms in front of my chest, pushing up my breasts, which the Devil noticed. Good, I couldn't help but think, so he did have some shroud of humanity left in him. "Thank you." I said it with as much sarcasm as I possibly could. Whether he noticed it or not, he didn't show it. He turned his back on me and ushered forth Amy and Raye. Lita, even though she hadn't been summoned, went to his side.

"Teach them what to expect and what to do to the best of your knowledge," he turned back and his deep azure blue eyes locked with mine. "Also show them to the rooms and have them change. Those sentencing dresses just don't…flatter them at all."

Liar, I thought. I had seen the way his eyes had trickled down to my cleavage when I crossed my arms. Didn't flatter me, hm? Please! He was just trying to fluster me. But since I was going to be 'in his care' he was soon going to learn that I did not fluster easily. I would make sure of that.

"I have things to take care of," he said. "I trust you'll take good care of them." Without giving them a chance to respond, he was gone in a flash of flame. The other masters disappeared too without a sound. Once it was just us girls, Raye, Amy, and Lita gave out shrieks and ran over to Mina and me. We were instantly ensued in hugs, when they finally let us breathe; Raye was the first to speak.

"I can't believe that our circle has finally been completed!" She exclaimed. "I have to say when I heard that Endymion was coming to your sentencing, I was a little nervous for the two of you. He usually doesn't come to sentencings. But we should have known that he had a reason. He usually does, you know." I openly gawked at her. When I first saw her, I had her pegged as a more serious and fiery personality. Not this perky one. Maybe if I had gone on her bad side? I shook my head and concentrated on the other group members.

"Um…didn't he say that he wanted you guys to teach us?" I asked. "What exactly is there to teach?"

"Good question, Serenity," Amy replied smiling at me. "There really isn't that much to teach you, but it's best if you follow us." She ushered us forward and we followed her out of the room, but not into the hallway that we had been in before. I hadn't really noticed this, but the room that we were in branched out into three different hallways. When Mina and I first arrived we came in through the third hallway. Now, we were leaving through the second.

"You'll be moving into Endymion and Kunzite's rooms," Lita explained. "So that way they can have easier…er, access to you."

"You'll basically be like a companion to them," Raye butt in. Lita threw her a thankful look.

"What about, um…." Mina looked up helplessly as if wanting the others to finish this sentence for her. This was strange for her, considering that she had been a hired escort. Things like sex shouldn't have been so awkward for her to talk about. At least that's what I thought, but apparently for Mina, it was really hard. "Other activities?"

"Oh, well, if there anything like Zoicite, they'll wait until you're adjusted around here before trying anything," Amy replied smiling down at Mina who just nodded her head.

"What about public displays?" I couldn't help but snidely ask. The scenes that I had seen when I first walked into the sentencing room still played in my head. I was hoping that the Devil, or apparently Endymion, wouldn't make me do anything like that. Even though, from what I could tell from the brief few minutes we saw each other, he just might.

"Oh!" Raye and Amy exclaimed a deep blush appearing on their cheeks. "Well, they won't force you, but we kind of have this um…power complex. Seeing Jadeite and Zoicite on their thrones just does something to us. We can't help ourselves." Raye exclaimed, looking at me desperately. As if she was trying to make me understand her point of view. I smiled at her to let her know I did. Everybody had his or her own weird quirks. It's what made us all so very interesting.

"Well, their power complex aside, I think you two will enjoy it here," Lita said smiling as she stopped in front of a room. "Serenity, this is Endymion's room and where you'll be staying. This is where we'll leave you. I wouldn't put it past the Devil to have already stocked the closet with some dresses and shoes. So, go get changed, poke around and then we'll come get you for dinner." She waved and Raye, Amy, and Mina followed suit. I waved back and carefully opened the door to the room of the devil.

Oh. My. God.

I felt like my eyes were bugging out of my head, as I tried to take in everything. Endymion's room? Yeah, right, more like Endymion's mini penthouse apartment. Damn! I couldn't help but think as I walked around and glanced at everything in sight. Upon first walking in, there was a large living room that took up most of the area. It wasn't really decorated except for some dark carpeting and a single black leather couch on one wall. As I walked forward, things seemed to sparkle. I looked up and saw the magnificent crystal chandelier that hung from the black stone ceiling. No wonder this place was brighter than my apartment. To my left was a doorway and I found myself instantly entranced to open the door. Once I stepped through, I saw that this room was the bedroom of the devil himself. The room was almost as large if not equally the size of the living room. The king sized bed was the main focal point and I couldn't help but muse about how much the devil seemed to like the color black.

Turning to the closet, I opened the doors and felt my jaw drop open in surprise. It was a gigantic walk in closet, and almost looked like the racks of a high-end clothing store had been placed inside. Lita had been right though, as I noticed a rack of dresses to my right. Curiosity getting the better of me, I went over and began to slide through them. But as I slid, my amazement disappeared, and I became angry. Don't get me wrong, the dresses were beautiful, and I honestly can say that I liked the deep blues, purples, and blacks that hung there. Most people had mistaken me to like the color pink. I didn't. But the thing that irked me about these dresses was that they seemed to be out of Sluts-R-Us. Surely, the Devil didn't intend for me to wear these all the time?

"Is something not to your liking?" The man in question said from behind me. I froze and turned around to yell at him about sneaking up on me, when my eyes landed on him. The serious demeanor that he had worn in the sentencing room seemed to have vanished. He was now smirking openly at me, and I felt myself melt a little.

No, he was to my liking just fine…