Tales of the Fallen Book I: Awakenings by Edward Lee, David G. Barnett

it’s a bitch. You should see the look on some priests’ faces when they end up down here. Fucking priceless.”
    “I bet,” Travis agreed. Then he thought some more and noticed Boscoe again. “What about things like him? Couldn’t you just make a lot more demons to handle the work?”
    Dew shook Boscoe some more bringing another squeal from him. “Tried at first. Couldn’t breed enough to keep up with demand. So we went to the raw material idea. Plus, you ever see some of the female demons?” Dew shuddered. “I’d rather fuck Boscoe here.”
    “You wish,” Boscoe said disgustedly.
    Dew shook Boscoe a couple of times. “Shut up, buttplug.” Then to Travis, “We have a lot of halfbreed children like dipshit here. Got to give his daddy credit, wood nymphs are fucking hot. Too bad you end up with fucktards like this.” Dew held Boscoe up to his face. “Speaking of which…spelunking time.”
    Boscoe doubled his squirming effort. “No, Dew. Don’t, please. We’re family!”
    “I know, I know. That’s why you’re going in the backdoor and not the long way.”
    “Oh, shit!”
    “Exactly,” Dew laughed. Then he proceeded to snap all of Boscoe’s limbs, which left Boscoe a screaming mess. Dew flipped the half-breed upside down and held him by his broken legs. “Upsy daisy,” Dew said and launched Boscoe high up in the air. He shot Travis a quick grin. “Watch this.”
    Dew jumped up did an impressive half flip, came down on his hands, arms spread wide, his legs leaning forward, but apart and opened his asshole…wide. Travis was stunned. Boscoe’s scream of Nooooooo, snapped Travis from his asshole-gaze and looked up just in time to see the spindly demon-nymph descend rapidly into Dew’s gaping butthole. As Boscoe disappeared, his scream grew distant as if he was falling into an endless pit.   The sound was cut off when Dew slammed his hole closed, pushed off the ground, did a half-backflip and landed on his feet. He slapped his hands together and rubbed them. “That’s that.”
    “Can’t he just crawl out of there?” Travis asked somewhat confused, partially wanting to know the answer and partially not .
    “Not anytime soon. It’s like another fucking world in there. My ass is vast and far-reaching,” Dew said proudly. “It knows no end.”
    “Awesome,” was all that Travis could say.
    “You fucking know it.” Then Dew let out that big laugh Travis had grown used to, but now there was something missing from it. Dew seemed different since the scene at Painfreak. Something in his demeanor had changed. Travis could sense that Dew was trying to be the same, but it was an act. Travis just knew that what Boscoe said to Dew back in the room had struck a nerve and cut deep. But Travis decided not to pursue it. And before he could think anymore about it Dew said, “Okay, T-man, time to take care of your business. “
    Travis shook himself out of his thought. “Uh, okay.”
    “So you want to find the guy who killed your wife and do something nasty to him?”
    Travis was shocked and stood there jaw hanging. He stuttered a bit before saying, “How did you…”
    Dew moved up next to Travis and placed his bigass arm around Travis’ shoulders. “Give me a break, T-man. I know everything about you. When you summon a demon, you become an open book.”
    Travis flashed Dew an angry look. “Then why the hell did…”
    “Relax, man. I wanted to have some fun. I don’t get out of Hell all that often. Gotta take advantage when I can.”
    “Damnit!”
    “Easy, boy. It’s your time now. Hold on, we’re going for another spin.” And Dew pulled Travis in tight and they were gone in a flash.
     
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    Although this was the second time in hours Travis had traveled by Dew’s black vortex express, it wasn’t much better than the first time. At least Travis didn’t pass out and go into another replay of the past. He couldn’t really handle another episode reminding him of his wife and