Chapter 7: The Tower.


Igneous had a lot on his mind as he soared over the inferno.

Luckily, he found it easy to think clearly when he was adrift in the hot cavern air. The sweltering convection currents from the molten lakes below made gliding a trivial matter; all Igneous had to do was shapeshift a pair of wings and then flatten his body somewhat, increasing the surface area of his body enough that he could fly like any bird. It was relaxing to float over the strange topography of the enormous caverns of Hell, drifting through the nigh-infinite expanse of rock and fire with nary a care in the world. He flew past ancient ruins carved into the walls and old stone towers hanging from the roof, sneering at the flightless, land-bound demons that lived within them. Iggy’s ability to shapeshift gave him the freedom to do whatever he liked, and at the end of the day, he supposed that was all he really wanted...right? He didn’t need his father. He had no desire for that old bastard’s attention or love.

Why keep a book full of photos of your kid, only to never speak to that kid? Igneous knew the truth. Adonis really was nothing but a horny old man - a bad father and a heinous archdemon pervert. His status must have given him the impression that he could do anything he wanted without consequence; and, at the end of the day, perhaps that was true. But Iggy wasn’t going to let that old bastard control him, if he could help it.

The demon drifted beneath a stone archway, which supported many ancient demonic structures. Just beyond it, the caverns opened up to the expansive city of Dis. A sight for sore eyes, to be sure - Igneous was dying for a drink after all the confusion regarding his father. Plus, he still had a score to settle with that lying weasel of a bartender, Janus. He was still irritated after dealing with Adonis and he had a mighty need to skewer someone like a pig. If that someone ended up being Janus, that wasn’t his problem. At least he would get to see Gruno again!

The towering Impiimeretron was easy enough to identify amongst the many other neo-gothic structures; it advertised itself shamelessly in the middle of the downtown area. Igneous’s body gradually became more dense as he came in for a landing, his wings retracting into the flesh of his back with a grotesque squelching sound. His inertia carried him into a swift roll as he landed, and then he stood up, dusting himself off as he walked into the alleyway behind the club.

“Gruno! I’m back for a drink. I wanna wash your cum down with a few shots, so get that dick out for me…”

He paused, taking a moment to look around. Gruno wasn’t at the door.

“Gruno? Where you at, big boy? I...”

The young demon fell silent.

Gruno’s corpse was splayed out across the discarded table in the alleyway. He’d been ripped open from neck to stomach, his messy black insides spilling out all over the ground.

“G...Gruno…?”

“Mmm, sorry. They had to...let him go.”

Igneous had no blood, but if he had any, it would have run cold at the sound of that deep and sinister voice. He knew who he would see when he turned around.

“Argon.”

“Treat my name with some respect, if you’re going to let it sit in your mouth.” There was a slump behind him as the archdemon landed; Igneous turned to look up at his cubic head with a hateful scowl.

“You...murdering bastard…What have you done…?”

“I didn’t want people getting the impression that they could facefuck you for a favor,” he answered. “That mouth is still mine.”

“You’re delusional!” Igneous took a step back, grimacing at Gruno’s mutilated corpse. “What has Gruno got to do with any of this?!”

“He put his hands on my property.” Argon began to close in on Iggy in an attempt to back him into a wall. “You know I can’t have you tarnishing my reputation.”

“I’m not your fucking property.” Igneous set his stance, bending his knees slightly as he held his ground against the approaching archdemon.

“You’ve assumed incorrectly. And you’re going to learn why...the hard way.”

Two additional arms, each tipped with deadly claws, erupted from Iggy’s shoulder blades, flinging loose droplets of viscous plasma onto the ground behind him. The shapeshifter wasn’t about to let Argon take control of him again, especially after seeing what he did to Gruno. He’d avenge the big guy or die trying.

Igneous threw a number of rapid punches at Argon - all of them were deflected, cast aside as quickly as they were thrown. Argon had been expecting such a transformation, of course, and he was acting in turn, using the armor of his forearms to block each vicious swipe. But, Argon didn’t get a chance to counterattack. Iggy, small as he was, ended up pushing the archdemon back, forcing him to step away to avoid getting sliced by a vicious set of claws.

As far as arms went, Argon was outnumbered, and his ability to defend himself was limited. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t break through Iggy’s defense. He lunged forward with one of his powerful fists, aiming for the little demon’s head. Igneous caught Argon’s fist before it hit its target, trapping it in all four of his hands. That was enough time for Argon to reel his foot back and kick Iggy in the stomach, sending him sprawling onto the ground.

Argon took a leisurely stroll down the alleyway, approaching Igneous’s limp body with a smile on his face. “Tch. Easier than I thought.”

There was a thunderous snap as something sharp whacked Argon across the face, cutting a gash in one of the edges of his cube-shaped head. He reeled back in shock, snarling in anguish as he grasped his bleeding head.

Igneous’s tail twitched as it retracted, the razor-sharp blade at the tip glistening in the light of the neon signs above them. Igneous rose once again to his feet, a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched the archdemon’s blood drip onto the ground.

“Alright, you little faggot,” snarled Argon. He wiped the blood off his face and flashed Iggy a wicked smile. “Let’s see what you can do.”

Between the incoming wide, ruthless swipes of the archdemon’s claws, Igneous evaded the assault. Deliberate as they were, each strike was too slow to hit Igneous’s small, flexible body - but only by a hair. Igneous found himself getting hit eventually, struck by glancing blows from Argon’s fists. Still, he held his ground, circling the archdemon to rake his claws across his exposed back. This action did not go unpunished, however; Argon’s glaring head rotated a hundred and eight degrees, and the rest of his body followed shortly thereafter, smacking Igneous across the head with a brutal left hook, causing the little demon to take a step back.

“You know, I think I finally figured out what you’re good for!” Argon chuckled.

The archdemon struck Iggy again, giving him no time to even process the last strike.

The archdemon snarled. “Through all the humiliation and suffering you’ve inflicted upon me, I think you make a really good…”

Igneous grabbed Argon’s wrist to stop a swipe directed at his head, struggling to keep Argon’s hands off him as the archdemon’s claws flexed threateningly.

“Punching bag!”

Argon reeled back and struck him - again, and again, and again, and again - until Igneous managed to compose himself and jab the sharp end of his tail into Argon’s abdomen.

“FUCK!”

Iggy’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected that to work, and he was actually pretty fucking proud of himself for pulling it off. However, he quickly realized his mistake when the archdemon grabbed him by the tail and proceeded to pull on it, summoning a tremendous amount of strength in order to swing Iggy by his tail into a nearby wall. The blade slipped out of Argon’s gut as Igneous went airborne, and the little demon struck the wall with a thud before tumbling onto the ground.

Iggy’s membrane was damaged. Some of the amorphous fluid that made up his insides was spilling out of his ears. He was having trouble maintaining and controlling his current form. Thus, when Argon grabbed him by the ankle and dangled him in the air, there was little Iggy could do about it except swing his tail at him again - and this time, Argon caught it.

“You better fucking get rid of those extra arms before I rip them off again.” He squeezed Iggy’s tail threateningly. “And the knife. Get rid of it.”

Igneous trembled, panting still from the exertion of combat. He didn’t really have a choice. So, reluctantly, Iggy retracted the arms extending from his shoulder blades; so, too, did the blade at the end of his tail disappear, leaving only the spiny tip of a demonic appendage.

Argon dropped Igneous to the ground and kicked him in the stomach, sending a painful shockwave through the demon’s gooey interior. The archdemon wiped some of the blood off his face and then pressed the tip of one of his claws to the nearby wall.

“Didn’t need those fucking bodyguards to put you in your place,” he snarled. Argon drew a pentagram in the wall, lining the circle with ancient symbols and evoking the demon Baphomet in the center. “You’re coming home with me.”

Iggy’s eyes widened. “H-home?”

“You heard what I fucking said.”

The pentagram emitted blood-red light as it activated, opening up to a lavish tower interior on the other side. The occult circle served as a convenient portal within the dimension of Hell, and, for Argon’s purposes, it was an easy way to kidnap Igneous.

Iggy felt the cold surface of a metal collar clamp down onto his thin neck, and a sharp tug on the attached chain indicated Argon’s expectation of submission. Instead, Igneous pulled against the chain, trying to squirm away.

He was rewarded for this insubordination with a cold slap across the face, drawing thick, gooey blood on his cheek where Argon’s claws scratched his skin. The young demon chose to be compliant after that, crawling begrudgingly towards the open portal at Argon’s behest.

They emerged on the other side, and the portal behind them closed up immediately. Argon led Igneous through the extravagant interior of his home, tugging on the chain periodically to ensure Iggy was keeping at an acceptable pace. The young demon took a look around at all of the busy servants and bizarre decor, noticing that much of the space looked rather unfamiliar.

“There have been changes since your absence,” explained the archdemon. “As you know, the home bequeathed to me by my father had an egregious lack of security measures in place. So, I had all the walls reinforced, and all the doors bolted shut. No one gets in or out without using a portal.”

“Why?” chided Iggy. “You afraid of someone?”

Igneous was rewarded for his snarky comment by getting his face pushed into the stone floor, crushed beneath Argon’s taloned foot.

“You keep your fucking mouth shut while I’m talking, whore.”

“Gugh...f-fuck you...”

“You know what these new security measures mean for you, right? It means you’re not fucking leaving until I’m done with you. Do you understand that, you little cock-addict?” He reached down to grab Iggy’s wrists, pulling them behind the boy’s back and binding them together with a pair of cold, metal handcuffs. “I had all my servants castrated so you can’t seduce them. You should be grateful that I’m so accommodating, you braindead slut.”

Iggy shivered as he considered the archdemon’s words, slowly realizing exactly what kind of situation he had gotten himself into. Argon was trying to prove a point. This wasn’t just about raping Iggy anymore; this was about controlling him.

At least, that was what he figured.

“You might be wondering why I’ve chosen to do this. Well, don’t worry. I’m gonna tell you.”

Argon reached down and grabbed Iggy by one of his horns, yanking his head back to stare into his eyes.

“It’s because all of you little crossbreed fuckers are trying to ruin me. All the...the filth that crawls over the slag, writhing and grasping at the threads of influence. Especially you. You’ve always fucking hated me, you little bastard.”

“You sure as Hell gave me a reason to -ack!”

Argon gave the chain a violent yank, cutting Igneous off in a fit of anger. “I didn’t do shit. You acted out of turn. Out of disrespect. You thought you could just...just fucking take advantage of my status, huh? You’ve got a lot of shit to answer for, whore.”

“You’re insane,” breathed Igneous.

“No. No, I’m not. You’re fucking ignorant. Not a day in your life have you struggled with the things I do every day. You’re an entitled little shit!”

He wrapped the chain around one of his hands and proceeded to pull Iggy to his knees.

“This is what I must do. As an archdemon of my status and influence, there can be nothing but total submission. Especially from the likes of you.”

Argon grabbed Iggy by one of his horns, gripping it tight in his massive claws. Not tight enough to damage it, but definitely tight enough to control the demon’s head.  That was what he wanted.

Without warning, Igneous was pulled by the horns, face-first into Argon’s fuzzy crotch. The demon grit his teeth as he breathed in the thick musk of a truly disturbed archdemon, smelling deeply of his distinctive aroma. To be honest, Argon’s tangled, messy fur smelled somewhat like Adonis’s, but with the unmistakable metallic stench of freshly-spilled blood. Gruno’s blood, to be exact. Thus, he wasn’t exactly eager to start doing what the archdemon clearly expected of him.

His hesitation was rewarded with a painful slap across the cheek. “Open your disgusting mouth and do your fucking job.”

Begrudgingly, Iggy buried his nose in Argon’s crotch and opened up his jagged maw, extending his long, wet muscle to lap at the slit hidden beneath the archdemon’s fur. Much like he would eat pussy, the young demon licked at the soft outer surface of Argon’s crotch, and at the prodding behest of Igneous’s tongue, the archdemon’s cock eventually began to emerge from hiding, parting the slit as it wriggled into the open. Iggy let the writhing appendage slip across the side of his tongue as it stiffened, licking meticulously at the base to coax out the entire length of Argon’s slender cock.

Argon tilted Iggy’s head back, gripping onto one of his horns and watching with sadistic amusement as the small demon looked up at him with his wet tongue sticking out.

“Now this is a good look for you. Maybe you’d be worth something if this is the only thing you used your mouth for.”

The archdemon’s dick flexed and wriggled in the air, sliding across the fuzz of Iggy’s cheeks before slipping past the boy’s teeth and into his open mouth. Igneous let out a growl as he took Argon’s member into his mouth, begrudgingly cleaning the warm tentacle with his tongue as it slid deep into his slick throat, encountering no resistance.

“I wonder if having no gag reflex is something you get from your mother,” sneered Argon. He pulled Iggy’s head back into his crotch, pressing the young demon’s nose against his groin and forcing him to swallow the slender cock in its entirety. “I wouldn’t be surprised. You clearly get a lot of things from that filthy cross-breed whore. When she’s taking advantage of Argon’s status and disgracing him with her disgusting little succubus mouth, how often do you think she chokes?”

Igneous glared at him, and he opened his mouth slightly, his enormous fangs poised to bite down on the thick, warm cock that filled his mouth.

“You’re gonna bite me,” snarled Argon. “If you bite me, I’ll rip your fucking head off.”

Iggy paused, raising an irritated eyebrow at Argon. If he didn’t have Argon’s cock forced all the way down his throat, he would have accused him of bluffing. But, it was clear that Argon probably wasn’t bluffing.

“I lose nothing by murdering you. One way or another, I’m going to make an example out of you, and if that involves splattering you all over the floor, so be it. I could always just fuck your dead body.” He gave Iggy’s horn a vicious tug to emphasize his point.

Slowly, shuddering, Igneous closed his mouth, deciding that perhaps today was not the right day to be playing games with Argon.

Thus, Igneous sat there on his knees in the open throne room, sucking Argon’s long, pulsing member into his neck and massaging it with the walls of his wet, slippery throat. Igneous was forced to worship the archdemon’s cock for quite some time; whatever he couldn’t fit into the tight, squeezing tunnel of his throat, he serviced with the wet surface of his slippery tongue. Argon grabbed hold of Iggy’s horns and pushed his hips back and forth, forcing the boy’s face into his crotch with each violent thrust. All Iggy could do was sit there with his mouth open, forced to pleasure the demon that had raped and humiliated him time and time again.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he breathed in thick, sweaty musk. Logic evaded him; he’d already given up, resigning himself to the role his ex-boyfriend had chosen for him. There was nothing for him but Argon, now.