Malbolge - The Sixth Layer (Sloth)

Themes of the Layer: The Hell of Sloth, where petitioners are punished for laziness in their past lives, and baatezu who are caught breaking rules are imprisoned. Malbolge has been submerged under the gory remains of its former Lord, now splattered across the layer in rotting, semi-alive, and fully ravenous, chunks. Themes of body horror, constant struggle to avoid being consumed, and perpetual vigilance to avoid being crushed.

Based on this and this post.

Glasya [Fear]. 2025. Bandcamp, Spotify, Facebook, Amazon, Youtube. Twitter(metalone). ----- Glasya [Attarghan] 2022

(In my ongoing efforts to un-dnd my setting, I recently reworked the lords of Hell of my setting. I will be posting them all over time)

Glasya was created by Abaddon to deal with the criminals of Hell. While punishing criminals was something that Asmodeus enjoyed doing, Hell had gotten too big for it to be handled by him alone.

For the most part, Glasya was just a jailor for the criminals but occasionally she had to torture someone as punishment. She hated torturing people, but she was obedient and so she kept doing it until one day, a second person formed within her: Labolas.

Labolas was sadistic. Nevertheless, Glasya never lets Labolas torture the criminals, as it is supposed to be a punishment, not a reward for someone else.

Mortals usually petition Labolas, not Glasya, and her petitioners are often criminals seeking to evade punishment.

Glasya [Attarghan]. 2022. Bandcamp, Spotify, Facebook, Amazon, Youtube. Twitter(metalone).

Forgotten Realms | E | Glasya/Warlock | 3475 Words

Tags: PWP, Femdom, Strap-on, Multiple Orgasms, Desk sex, Fingerfucking, Oral Sex

Summary:

Warlock Niamh has power, true, but she’d really like more of it. Her patron devil, Glasya, is more than happy to provide it—for a suitable price.

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This isn’t really Glasya’s palace, Niamh knows that. Can’t get to Malbolge without going through five other Hells first, those are the rules—though if any devil was going to flout them for something as petty as meeting with a warlock, Glasya would. It’s why Niamh chose her in the first place: she doesn’t give a fuck.

It sure as shit feels like Glasya’s palace, though. She’s only visited it once, but once was enough. You don’t forget the feel of the place where the Princess of Hell plucked your soul from your body and replaced it with infernal magic.

Most warlocks, Niamh is aware, don’t get such a personal touch to their pact. The contact with one’s patron is usually a little less…intimate than she’s had with Glasya, though what she’s had with Glasya isn’t nearly as intimate as the dreams she knows the Princess has spied on. Not thinking about those dreams has been a struggle since she got here—ripped from her room through a portal of laughing fire—because the feeling of the Palace of Malbolge, whether it’s a facsimile or not, is so drenched in the feeling of Glasya. The Sixth Hell might be crafted from the flesh of its previous Archduke, but it’s Glasya who owns it, Glasya whose whim grants promotion and death to its devils.

And it’s Glasya who’s seated in front of her, with her feet in their pitch black, hellspike heels up on the bone-carved desk, slim bronze legs disappearing up into a dress that does so many incredible things to her already perfect body that Niamh is having something of a hard time concentrating.

Which is bad news, because she’s here to talk about her contract.

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