text: "Please, help me!" the woman screamed again.
  
  The woman sounded so helpless and innocent, and completely at odds with Hell. Cynthia's heart urged her to go and help her, but Cynthia's brain was screaming it was some sort of trick. She looked to Bill, hurt and anger rising within her.
  
  And love.
  
  It was a snarled mess inside of her. How am I supposed to react when they guy I loves tells me that he has two other wives and a girlfriend, and he's hoping I'll be number four and join in on the orgy? I've had quite enough of that. I just want a normal relationship with Bill.
  
  An image flashed through her mind of Bill and herself surrounded by three other women, all naked and loving each other. She didn't like the way her body responded to that depraved thought at all. Daevia's warped me, she decided, remembering how the Succuba had made her enjoy Mindy and Bev's tongues on her pussy earlier today. I just need to try hard and go back to my old self.
  
  "Help!" the woman shouted again.
  
  "We should go help her," Bill said, heading in the direction of the voice.
  
  "Wait!" she shouted, jogging to catch up.
  
  The ground was blistering hot, but her feet didn't seem to burn, and though the air was hotter than any oven, she wasn't roasting. Gray feathers lay strewn on the ground, the very feathers that had caught them as they fell and save their lives. Where had they come from? Why had they saved us? It didn't make sense to her. Nothing about this situation did.
  
  And why should it? This was Hell.
  
  "Stop, Bill!" she shouted again. "We're in Hell!"
  
  The ground rumbled like a hungry beast.
  
  He turned. "Come on, she sounds like she's in trouble."
  
  "It could be a trap."
  
  "Oh, please help me!" The voice was full of fear and pain.
  
  Bill froze, hesitating. "Maybe. But she sounds like she's in trouble."
  
  "Oh, of course, she's in trouble."
  
  "What does that mean?"
  
  "Sounds like another woman for you to add to your growing harem!" she snapped, her anger bubbling out. Bill flinched. She instantly regretted the words.
  
  He turned and kept walking, passing a vent of sulfur. Cynthia shuddered, a human was stretched across the vent, the man or woman's skin blackened and cracked. No sound escaped the person's mouth as he or she — Cynthia couldn't tell — writhed in burning agony.
  
  She ripped her gaze away and sprinted to catch up to Bill as he picked his way down the blood-red stones. "I'm sorry, Bill."
  
  "It's fine," he grunted. "I always figured you wouldn't want to be with us. That's not why I saved you."
  
  "Then why did you?"
  
  "I love you, Cynthia."
  
  "If you love me, then how can you sleep with those other women?"
  
  "I love them, too."
  
  "Stay away from me, Demons!" the woman shouted. It sounded like it came from around a boulder. Bill sped up, jogging through the blasted landscaped with his shining sword held in one hand.
  
  How can you love more than one woman?
  
  They rounded the boulder and a pack of the shadowy Demons had cornered a young woman. She was youthful, naked, an innocence about her scared face, enhanced by the petiteness of her figure. A pair of gray wings spread behind her, the right wing cruelly broken and twisted. In her hand, she wielded a flail that appeared made of ice and steamed in the heat of Hell.
  
  "Thank you for coming!" she yelled, hope burning in her delicate face. "Please, save me!"
  
  Cynthia grabbed Bill's shoulder. "Why does she need our help?"
  
  "She's hurt," Bill pointed out. "Come on."
  
  "Stop thinking with your dick!" Cynthia spat, blushing at saying the word. "Think with your brain."
  
  "I don't just think with my dick!" Bill snapped. "I'm not trying to save her so I can fuck her. That's not why I threw myself in Hell after you!"
  
  She flinched. The ground shook beneath her feet.
  
  He threw himself into Hell to save me.
  
  Before she could apologize, he raised his silver sword and charged at the shadowy Demons. This entire situation was backwards. She should be the one urging them to help. It was the Christian thing to do. But instead she had been trying to talk Bill out of doing the right thing.
  
  The Demons hissed, turning and leaping at him. His sword flashed and slashed, cleaving through the Demons with ease. He seemed to know how to wield the weapon, the muscles in his back rippling as he moved. It was hypnotic watching him, so strong and powerful. Can I overlook his other women? He loves me, and I love him.
  
  Why can't that be enough?