It'd been ten years since Seth wound up in this horrible, dreadful place. Hell lived up to its name for sure though it wasn't at all what he'd expected from its mentions in fictional media. The fiery landscaped hued in ominous reds, oranges, and smokey black with rocky and mountainous terrain certainly lived up to the images conjured upon the realm's name. Seth first saw those visuals from behind a grand window overlooking some part of Hell when his bargained and corrupted soul landed in the deceased Lilith's home all freshly demonized. His death then had been painful yet the searing flames of Hell scorching his soul and turning him into the clawed and winged thing choking and gasping on the clean marble floor far surpassed his last moments on earth.
He'd only had a few moments to catch his breath and collect himself, immediately noting his heightened senses. He blinked rapidly ââ his vision had never been so crystal clear before even while wearing his glasses at their strongest prescription. Whiffs of roses, jasmine, and vanilla within the nearby vicinity along with ash, fire, and sulphur beyond these grand walls assaulted his sense of smell. He could hear distant screams and cries of either torment or pleasure or both near and far but his ears picking up on the approaching footsteps of the elder incubus who introduced himself as Lilith's heir in running her House of Desires. Here, the collected souls sold to her served as essentially slaves to service the hungry succubi, incubi, and other lust demons on this part of the realm. Maybe comparing Krovs to Hell had been far more accurate than anyone truly realized. Except the slaves here might've been treated slightly better (so long as they behaved) than the ones in the castle.
So began Seth's new life in the afterlife. He stayed in the luxurious bedroom he'd been assigned where he'd live and work for the rest of eternity. The only times he left were when he was granted freedom to roam around the house (which happened rarely) or when he was punished for not obeying or satisfying a "client" (which happened usually). The torture in Hell certainly surpassed anything he'd ever faced in Krovs and he'd lived through Raiden Proulx more than once. Mental, emotional, physical, each one catered specifically to see just how far Seth could break and could last for hours, days, weeks, even months or more.
Once he'd managed to escape a few years ago but his freedom didn't last very long as he then found himself forced onto the front lines of some infernal war before getting caught and dragged back to the House of Desires and having his skin torn off over and over and over again. When finished, the house manager sent the tribrid back to his room to serve again. He still had a contract to live out, after all.
Since then Seth had been a model "employee" for the past few years with hardly any incident. Course it was easy for him to obey when he felt nothing any more. No happiness, no sadness, no anger, no anxiety. He never knew his once overthinking mind could be so quiet. Sex still felt good and hey he could use his magic and feed some too so he had no qualms in getting fucked or fucking or whatever the person paying for his time wanted.
Currently he wasn't occupied when this Rhys walked into his room. Seth stared at the man he'd once called a mentor back in his living years, no sign of any emotion flickering across his deadpanned features or in his cold red eyes. None of the years of torment showed on his body that healed at an accelerated rate now and was barely covered in the tight leather pants and thick leather collar around his neck. Aside from the tattoo of fae wings covering shoulders, biceps, and back, and demonic features Seth likely hadn't changed a day since Rhys last saw him before his death. Though Seth had seen far too much to believe this to be a real thing.
"What is this?" the tribrid asked in a flat and slow tone as he didn't make a move towards what he believed to be another illusion to fuck with him. Had to be a trick, perhaps that bastard manager testing him to make sure he wouldn't dare try and escape again. His eyes narrowed into a squint. "There is no need to play games with me, Cain. I am not stupid enough to make that mistake again. I've been on my best behavior, haven't I?"