((Initial reaction: What kind of bizarre wish is that? That has no place in a gritwood Hollyboot.<br/>Second reation: Wait, that is totally what I would wish for.<img alt="8O" src="./images/smilies/icon_eek.gif" title="Shocked"/><br/>So yeah, you're fine.))<br/><br/>The Demoness's eyes slowly opened. She reached over, as if to press the snooze button on an alarm clock. It wasn't exactly a habit anymore. Rather, it was an instinct, forged into muscle memory from a life no longer recalled.<br/><br/>She sat up from her makeshift bed in her office. She took a few minutes to adjust to her surroundings. Hell never seemed to be well-lighted; it was always too bright from the fire or too dark from the atmosphere.<br/><br/>She rubbed her eyelids. She needed to get to work, it was already late in her schedule. She never seemed to get any downtime. Then again, it was better than the eternal torment she had suffered before she landed this job.<br/><br/>She shuddered to think of it. Pain. Pain so intense and horrible that nothing imaginable could compare to it. She had no idea how long she had been tortured; she had nothing to compare it to at the time. All memories of her past life had faded under the force of the pain.<br/><br/>She knew she had to have lived somewhat recently, as she still had that motion she performed every morning. It was all that was left of her humanity.<br/><br/>She looked over her file for today. Quite a few wishers to meet with. She wiped her eyes and walked to get dressed.<br/><br/>The Demoness was a beautiful woman, standing well over six feet and with hair as red and fiery as the flames that surrounded her. Her eyes were a bright green. She wasn't exactly skinny, though no one would ever call her fat. Rather, she was slightly chubby, but in a way that enhanced her beauty rather than detracted from it. Her breasts were large and prominent, as her cup size was around D.<br/><br/>She picked up the new uniform the higher-ups had assigned. It was horribly impractical. Sure, she was supposed to inspire lust, but this was little more than two strips of material to be worn lengthwise. It chafed and was difficult to keep in place.<br/><br/>Still, she must follow orders. Ready for the day, she began the hunt for her first target.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>The Demoness felt herself spinning quickly. It was completely dark in this tunnel. She was rocketing upwards, towards a dim light.<br/><br/>When she emerged, she almost collapsed from dizzyness. Her uniform had slipped out of place, exposing her nipple.<br/><br/>Screw it, she thought. She pulled it off, leaving it in a heap next to the warp pipe. She stood naked in the sun. It felt good here.<br/><br/>In the distance, she could make out a figure jumping across the land. She recognized him as the man she had granted access to this place a decade ago. It was time for him to pay his dues.<br/><br/>She called his name and began to saunter in his direction.