Honeymoon In Hell

[Desman Black]

And this continued...



The Emerald Nightmare

Desman Log: 010
The landscape was… Easy to get lost in. The noises were… Atmospheric if not a bit- Creepy. Even if I could get to sleep, I don’t think it would be very enjoyable. The whole time we were there I felt as if I was being watched from a distance. I felt eyes on my soul…

I also became strangely poetic in that pitch blackness.

Ash complained, but she let me carry her on my back. She’s done so much for me, I hope a piggyback ride was a good start at paying her back.

Hold on, something’s happening...

Desman Log: 015
Well, that turned to shit real fast…

We were fighting off… Well, the best way to describe the creature we were fighting off is ‘a fucking hentai porn star attached to some leopard's fucking face’ as my companion put it so delicately as she applied more and more strength to her arm. The wound she’d taken from narrowly missing that demon’s attack was covered in blisters now. Like it was… Well, it shows characteristics of being some sort of acidic decaying substance. I was too busy with the undead creatures that were trying to overwhelm us in the dark to see what happened, but Ash showed me a picture of her kill.

It is a picture of a woman with horns and a gorgeous face, though I wouldn’t feel comfortable saying that in front of Ash. Her eyes are already rolled back in her death and that strange dagger Ash carries was hilt deep into the woman’s forehead.

How in the omniverse did Ash even see this woman is beyond me, but she seems to possess magical abilities to see through at least some of the darkness. She didn’t share many details other than the photo, I am glad to say I didn’t ask.

I do remember choking on something in the already thick air, and Ash moaning and crying out as she tended to when she was in a fight. I wonder if I should be concerned about this…

Desman Log 018
I finally was able to remember where I’d seen that face. The hauntingly beautiful green face, the one with Ash’s dagger in it? She was at the auction for us. She almost bought me.

That is all.



The Despoiled Dreamscape

Desman Log 024
The black foreground on black background finally gave way to something that resembled light.

Ash sounds increasingly tired. I can’t even remember how long we’ve been traveling…

Desman Log 037
I swear to Omni... Can’t a guy get his girl some sleep in peace!? The ground is always… Moving. It’s disturbing.

Desman Log 038
Were in the air one minute, and the next I’m falling on my ass.

At least Ash is getting some sleep…

Desman Log 040
I also got a nap, or attempted to.

Desman Log 041
I once upon a time saw a lava lamp. It looked just like this.

Desman Log 043
We found the local fauna.

It tried to eat us.

Desman Log 045
I found the local flora.

It also tried to eat us.

Desman Log 047
Being here is like a living nightmare. I thought this place, in general, was bad, but this area was in? It somehow is even worse. The ground is always shifting, everything wants to eat us. I could put a line in the local pond and when I feel it in it would three out of five times have something with some form of tentacles attached to it, and the other two out of five times would have an alarming number of eyes on it.

Desman Log 059
I tried to be brave and cool in front of Ash today,  she summons her food. I picked up something from the bush and took a big bite.

I’ve been throwing up every half hour.

Desman Log 062
I think I am feeling better today.

Desman Log 063
I was wrong…

Desman Log 074
It’s been a day since I’ve thrown up. I am sure I am better. We also heard a lot of noises coming from outside the makeshift shelter. Ash did, I didn’t. I was trying to get sleep.

She said something with murderous intent had been watching us all night.

I don’t think she got any sleep.

Desman Log 082
Ash’s compass lead us through the… What is this called, a verse? It more merges than just stops at a gate. Sure. We can go with that. It leads us through the verse, but before we could leave someone stopped us.

I remembered her pretty quickly, she looks kind of like Ash. Humanoid, but demonic. Tail. Horns. I won’t say they could be sisters, but maybe cousins. She said we could pass if we answered her riddle.

I was like… Super sure the answer was going to be bluebonnets.

I was wrong.

Desman Log 085
Whoever she was, she turned into like... Some kind of creature. In short, she went from pretty to pretty big in a hurry. Maybe she was always a he, maybe it just was my own mistake. But when that demoness got mad she became a demon with teeth that went straight down into her chest and gaped open meanly. A tongue had slithered out…

It reminded me of a horrible nightmare that I don’t remember having.

Ash insisted we fuse.

I don’t remember what happened after that.



The Black Morass

Desman Log 089
Were on the edge of things, though maybe that is a poor choice of words at the moment. It’s so dark, but I can make out something moving in the distance. When I asked Ash what it was, I wished she hadn’t told me, or at least lied about it. I don’t know if I am seeing phantoms among the shadows, or actual dead bodies swinging from the limbs of these dead trees like Christmas ornaments…

I think I need to stop internalizing my thoughts.

Desman Log 094
What’s more traumatic than seeing bodies swing from weeping willow like treetops?

Having them fall on you as you pass by.

Ash seemed to be amused.

Desman Log 098
I convinced Ash that we needed to stop for sleep. She summoned a mountain of food and a blanket for us to share. Neither of us gotten a lot of sleep.

I had nightmares the whole time, something about time slipping away and the pendulums being faceless bodies…

I really wish I hadn’t asked.

Desman Log 099
We saw a figure that looked like death ferrying a long boat through the murk that morning. A pile of something on his raft.

Desman Log 102
While we were searching away across the deeper pools of this swamp, I heard a woman speaking. When I went to investigate further I saw something glowing in the distance. She was singing, or… Rapping.

It almost sounded like the swamp was beatboxing for her with the bubbles and the woodpecker on the tree. It sounded like one anyways.

I approached, but she didn’t stop until I almost tripped over a tree trunk and splashed a lot of the shallow water around. When she turned around, her golden colored hair moved and I saw her naked form before I tried to look away.

I would have liked to look longer, but she let out a fearful scream.

I wanted to prove I was a good guy, which sounds really funny now that I remember where I am…

Desman Log 103
Everything turned to chaos as soon as Ash joined. I remember trying to convince her that it wasn’t what it looked like, but I can’t remember why. Ash didn’t seem very upset to find the woman’s head in my lap either, my fingers in her golden curls.

I remember the woman’s screams the most and watching waves in the muk carry he body off as Ash dragged me away.

Later she told me I was cuddling a corpse. I can’t believe that, yet I can’t get the smell of death off my hands.



City Of Dis

Neujmin’s polished black shoes tap against the cobblestone streets of the city. He just arrived in the central area less than an hour ago. He casually walked around the area he’d been informed was where his prized fighter had been picked up. He’s been all around the underverse this past week and a half, searching for hide or hair of the two but was long convinced that if they have been resurrected then they were long gone trying to find a way out of this hell…

At least they would have if they were smart. Knowing those two they could be scattered to separate corners, looking for one another and thinking nothing of him. In one fist was his familiar cigar, in the other a red hair ribbon.

He took a long drag off the cigar and decided to make his way to some hole in the wall club, if only for the sake of having somewhere to sit and plenty of distractions to take his mind off of things. Personally, he thought himself insane to wander around aimlessly looking for two people who didn’t want to be found. He would laugh at himself if he’d come to the bar sprouting that bullshit.

Neujmin just shook his dark curls off his shoulders in shame and went on his way.

-

He had no idea how long he’d been there, and didn’t personally care either. The ringleader demon was in a corner booth with a bottle of hard whiskey and an ashtray. He watched as countless demons of shapes and sizes - but mostly humanoid in nature - jump around to the beat of whatever the DJ played.

Neujmin thought himself old fashion, that he would be foolish to go out and attempt any resemblance of ‘moves’. He liked the corner, he could think and watch.

How, though, did not see Ash until the moment that she picked up the shot glass in front of him and took the shot? His blackened eyes swivel from the empty shot glass and up her slender arm. Following that straight up to her attractive piercing filled face. She gave him a cocky grin, mysterious eyes looking straight into mysterious eyes, the club’s neon lights flash across her nearly naked body.

“Where’s Desman?” He asked, leaning a bit closer so she could hear him, usual clubbing etiquette. He hoped she wouldn’t make a crack about familiarizing himself with their names.

Ash leaned in, closer to his pointed ear. He could smell the alcohol fresh on her breath, her hot words sang crisply in his field of hearing. “On the dance floor, he’s learning new moves for our fusion.” She joked, then pulled back so she could scoot dangerously close. Arm jewelry, she was a pretty girl at the side of a man of power. She flashed him a smile before pouring another shot. “So how’s this going to end? With blood, or respect?” She asked, leaning on him like a pet, picking up the shot and then looking at him seriously with a playful smile curling her lips.

The Underverse Native looked her over, a lot more closely. Paying close attention to every curve in her body and noting the dark spots on her skin and the other various scars that were still in the process of healing. He should have taken advantage of her when he had the chance, maybe he still could. “Respect.” He growled out, making eye contact with her again to do so.

The Storm Demon grinned back and brought the shot to her lips. She tossed it down her throat, then slammed it on the table before moving, even more, closer to the man. “If you keep looking at me like that, Master, you better nut up and kiss me before Desman pulls free of the crowd or you might not get the chance to again.”

He felt a chill run down his spine, a good kind. He turned his head after blowing smoke into the air. “If I wanted to fuck you, I’d have done it a long time ago.” He said firmly. But while she wasn’t looking he licked his lips and entertained the idea of doing it anyway.

At that moment, Desman slammed into the table, shaking it and gasping. He looks straight at the two, suspicion igniting already in his eyes, but he tried to look his usual pathetic. “Ash, why did you leave me behind?” He whined, loud enough to sound like a whimper with the music thundering behind him.

Ash smirked up at him, as casual as ever, then waved him closer so she didn’t have to scream. “That girl was really into you, I didn’t want to interrupt.” This made Desman think about what that meant, turning deep red. This made Ash laugh over the music before folding her limbs over him and kiss his cheek. This eased his soul, but he was too nervous about wrapping his arms around her like he wanted to. “Master’s happy to see us.” She finally shared the news.

The human looked over. Neujmin didn’t seem like he was jumping for joy. But the demon gave him a respectful nod before taking a shot. He was still worried what the two had been discussing when he walked up, but he trusted Ash. So he just gave them a forced smile and turned back to celebrate with Ash however she wanted to.



Quest - Trust

“No,” Ash said boredly from her bed. Neujmin upgraded them again, a little bonus for coming back like loyal pets.

Desman was in the corner, keeping his distance from the man who paced their cell like a caged lion, his black mane ruffling as if he was part wildcat. “And no one followed you here?”

“If they did, they were at a healthy distance,” Ash replied dryly. “Why are you so suddenly paranoid?” She was brave enough to ask.

“I’ve always been this paranoid. Look I have a history with these people, I used to be on the top and now I’m on accepting scraps at any penny-pinching cost I can bare to drop. Whatever fighter that I get that’s worth their shit in the arena is snatched up by Damien and his attack dogs.” Neujmin said, but Ash didn’t seem particularly impressed. Not like their master was looking to impress them.

“I’ve told you this a million times. One woman told us we should join Damien or we can answer in a week. So she obviously knew something, but we left her in the desert, extra crispy.” Ash replied, waving her arms so he could get the gest of her story’s importance.

“How do you know you took care of her, she might have lived,” Neujmin asked, stopping to raise his voice a bit.

“Oh come on! Would you just fucking trust me for once!” Ash cried out, hitting the wall to emphasize the situation.

Desman was already trying to approach to coddle her, but Neujmin stood between them. “I do trust you, I just don’t trust them!” He barked back.

“Then let’s eliminate the problem.” The demoness said sternly.

“How do you p-” The dark haired man stopped to think about what he was saying. A plan formed in the dark colors of his eyes, and he looked in Desman’s direction. There’s a long pause before he turns back to the woman of the hour. “I trust you to, more than I am willing to admit. Do this for me, and I’ll have the price of payment for your freedom.” He said, pulling out an envelope with a broken wax seal from his crisp and clean suit. He then handed it over to Ash after approaching the relaxed demoness.

She took it, and glanced over the contents. “You want us to go to a party?”

“No. I want you to be the only ones that leave a party..” He said darkly, then slowly turned his back to them and walked out. The gates automatically closed behind him, but the two inside could open it at will.

Ash understood the instance he explained, but she glanced over to Desman. She smiled sweetly at him. “Looks like I’m going to need a new dress.” She said cheerily, obviously trying to make light of something that was morbid and dark for his sake

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