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Chapter Three

   The halls of hell were a maze, purposely so, that Gage had no issue navigating. He rounded a few corners, went up a level and passed through a few archways mindlessly before he left the personal quarter’s portion of the living area and into the common rooms. It might all be one large cohesive….place, but hell was segregated into three distinct sections. The living spaces where those who actually lived in hell resided, the caverns where those sentenced spent their time while serving their penance, and then Lucifer’s own carved palace. That you had to have an exclusive invitation to in order to enter, no one, not even Gage, would make it close enough to touch its gilded doors without being called to do so.

   And though it was indeed a palace on the inside, from the outside it was just another door in another hall. Albeit with the Sadist Twins guarding the doors, doors that happened to be made out of solid gold, it could easily be looked past. This was where Gage was heading because the great chamber was deep inside its belly, Lucifer’s throne room to be exact.

   But just as he was about to make the corner leading to the door a hand snaked around Gage’s waist, slipping quickly beneath the strips of leather on his lappet and latching on to his manhood. It was quite the effective way of getting his attention, most especially when the same hand began stroking at him.

   “Ah Pestilence,” Gage greeted the demon unperturbed, “I thought I might see you before I left, come to kiss me farewell have you?”

   “I’ll do more than kiss you if you’ll let me,” she purred in his ear as she pressed her nearly naked self into his back.

   “I’m sure,” he rolled his eyes.

   Technically she was clothed, though the flimsy black gauze toga was hardly enough to cushion her skeletal frame as it sank into Gage’s flesh, his semi erect cock included. Not that it ever needed much encouragement but her caress was one he actually had the fortitude to resist. A product of live and learn as it may and not just the bony fingers.

   Talk about being confused about gender, the entire human population was convinced she was a male since her last appearance with the other Horsemen on earth. Though really, unless you took a look between her legs there was no way to tell. She was like leather draped over a wooden frame, her and her brother both. The only way to tell them apart was their eyes, hers were green his were blue. Oh, and Famine was completely hetero, much like Gage, so there was no way it was Famine trying to work him out.

   Of course when she ran across him on earth she had a much different appearance, the opposite in fact, that of a very voluptuous woman even if you could still feel her natural form when ones hands were all over her. But in that time it was not only considered attractive to be of a thick build, but a sign of wealth and power so when given the opportunity to bed such a woman Gage didn’t hesitate. And at that age he still had yet to grace the icy floors of hell so he had no idea that he was literally sinking himself into the plague herself.

   It was about halfway through his tenure in the Roman army when they met. He was still just a young man at the time, one that found his way up the ranks quickly. So to Pestilence, he too held an attraction for her. She liked them strong, because it gave her that much more satisfaction to bring the strong down. Unfortunately for her, he was immune to the disease that coated her skin, the one that would have left any other man dead before she was done getting her own rocks off. He had kept his wings to himself all while enlisted in the army so she didn’t know he was of another kind. And oh how it pissed her off when he not only survived, but insisted she finish the job after she had her fun. She was so used to the humans she could lay with and murder before they had the chance to spread their seed, but not Gage. He wasn’t letting her off that easy.