Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 438 Through The Torments of Hells, She Watches(Arachnophobia warning)

Note: Arachnophobia Warning! Major one!

She was a woman, one prouder than pride, most lustful than lust, and more wrathful than wrath itself. She swallowed incompetence whole and left no room for failure. Once a suffering child, a slave of the misfortune weakness had brought upon her clan, she was the queen of a throne crafted from bones and guts.

Even in death, she refused to let the devils relish in her torment. When they lashed her she cackled through the hurt, when they poked her eyes with thorns she created mayhem beyond what the imps could contain, and when her scales were scrubbed and her skin undone, the insanity of her screams and screeched drove the devil's insanity further insane.

They would tear out their ears, feast on them, and then suffer once again as she screamed to them curses that agonized them every waking moment. At last, a named devil attempted to torture her himself. Picking away at her piece by piece, limb by limb, he disarmed her completely and roasted her body parts in the mightiest flames of hell.

Even so, her pride wouldn't let her give in to the torment. Instead of squealing like a rat and begging for forgiveness, she punched the named devil in the face before her detached limbs picked him apart, piece by piece. Since then with the howling cries of the devil echoed before his followers, none had touched–even laid a finger on her body, and thus she was born anew as the named devil of tenacity.

And today was the day she had struck her first deal with a mortal. Baylee was her name and her enemy an enemy of hers as well. The size of a titan, she watched through her new toy's eyes at the wolf-girl panting on the floor. With one of her legs broken and her mind crumbling under the weight of Baylee's control, Regalia screamed in agony. Her nails digging into the wooden floor, she resisted as much as possible, but with the power of a devil coursing through Baylee, the puppet had her body and mind in her control.

Unable to call onto her patron, the wolf-girl flailed around on the dusty floor. Screaming and cursing at the girl before her, Regalia stared intently into Baylee's eyes just waiting for a chance to break free of those shackles and bash her face in.

"This isn't my first time being tortured, girl..." Gritting her teeth, Regalia kept on with her struggle. For a moment, the devil could see in her, herself, but in death, she could serve her better than while left living.

"SHUT UPP!" Screaming at Regalia as she paced around, Baylee had grown anxious expecting that door to open any moment. And it finally did.

'I'm a Lamia before a devil you bitch.'

Whispering with a cackle inside Baylee's head, the one Lamian queen-turned-devil, relished in the girl's misery.

'Did you really expect to keep my end of the deal? Haven't you heard the story of the scorpion and the frog? Even if he drowns alongside it, the scorpion will still sting that frog.'

With the cackling of the woman, the ship began to rattle. Turning around to the beaming light inside the packed room, Baylee found herself looking into the eyes of a colossal monster inches away from her body. Dark as coal with fibers made of the legs of spiders, the eye of Arcahne scared the piss out of the puppeteer.

Wearing a smile on her face, Arche reached for the morsel dripping with her discharge. All the while, faced with a giant, Baylee's body tensed up and refused to lift even a finger even as Arche threw her into the ocean. Like a pebble skidding across the surface of the water, her body skidded along until eventually, it lost all momentum.

Swimming upwards huffing and puffing with her lungs full of seawater and blood, Baylee was met with another horror, a tsunami of nail-sized spiders towering right above her.

"Fill up my lovelies~" Whispered the queen, as the wave crashed on the woman's body.

"Get off me! NO! GET OFF!!!" Feeling the critters creeping in through every hole in her body, Baylee wished she'd died alongside her siblings instead of being devoured by spiders from the insides. Her tongue was the first to go, severing her voice from ever being heard. Then came time for her eyeballs, and as darkness set in, the spiders took their time pricking her body through agony.

The sensation of the critters crawling inside her lungs, the pain of their bodies clogging up her veins, and worst of all, the overflow of spiders stuffing her belly, her womb, and the rest of her body through the entrance from her ass–needless to say, her last moment felt like hell before she disappeared into soulless oblivion.

As for the spiders...Arche let them drown for she loved them, but not that much.