"So, here's the catch. Demos are fucking real" she says in a lowered voice and reaches for the bartop, grabbing her extra big full glass of Whiskey. She falls silent for a second. The chatter from the wall-mounted flatscreen in the corner and the murmur of the other patrons in the pub fill the air instead.
"Really, they exist." she continues after a while. "They've been fucking with humanity for ages. The problem is, getting rid of them ain't particularly simple. If you destroy their bodies, all it does is freeing their essence and it goes back to the infernal plane where they reform eventually."
She takes a big gulp from the glass and puts it back onto the bartop. The amber colored liquid swashes gently.

A sly smile creeps onto her face. "And that's where I come in. I hunt them, having been doing that for centuries, keeping their numbers in check. Whenever I destroy one, I devour their essence and trap them all in here". She playfully pats her inhumanly big stomach. It gives a loud groan in response. The old wooden floor beneath her creaks in protest as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other. She seems to be heavier than she looks. Still, nobody seems to have taken note of her grotesque form.
"You can't destroy their essence directly, yes. But, turns out, you can slowly drain away their essence's energy until they just fade. It's a slow process, takes from a few weeks to decades, depending on the energy of the demon. The strongest ones I have been digesting for over a century.".

"Their essence is animallistic, reduced to basic emotions of hatred and anger." She downs the rest of her drink. "I am proud to say that countless demons have expired inside me. And I ain't stopping. Maybe I am not what my mother had in mind when she decided to fuck a demon lord, but somebody has to keep them in check. It's pretty crowded in there, these days I'm holding the essence of maybe three or four dozens demons inside my belly. I'd say its the most unsafe place for *anything* here on this plane. Even for other demons. Small ones I just swallow whole, the others just rip them to pieces immediately inside me. It's a black tar of hate and death in there. But the alcohol drowns their voices for a while."


Art by  CrossCrescent
Astriss is mine

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