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Floch knew that with all his comparisons of Eren being the devil, he being a follower would also send him to hell.
What he didn’t expect was for the devil to follow him so quickly after.
In hell, time is distorted. Seconds felt like days and years passed in hours. Or at least, that was supposed to be what it is.
Let Floch explain.
There are 9 levels of hell, and Floch is currently located in the 8th. There’s not really any system to it, where sinners were divided based on the type of their crimes. Rather, it was the severity and the hurt it caused others. People could move up and down freely, but that required either committing an act of ‘good’ or an act of ‘evil’ respectively. Supposedly, if you’ve repented enough, you could even get sent to heaven.
Floch doesn’t know the validity of that statement himself, as he’ll have to work extremely hard to do it. Working hard to please people? Especially the fucktards that surround him? No thanks.
In hell, there were not a lot of gimmicks or tricks. Just the imagination of the human mind. Because men, who are capable of evil, unlike animals or mindless beasts, commit sin even if they know better, and most of the time not for survival.
Hell is more like a prison in a sense, with divisions between the ones that committed crimes such a thievery or even just being too much of an asshole back in that life, and then you have the child abusers, sexual predators, and military men like him dropped in on level 7th. But they have heard rumours about how deaths of billions would christen the new king of hell, and that he’d be in the 9th level. So Floch ordered his fellow Jaegerists in levels 7 and up to stay where they are, and just fucks up a bunch of Marleyan military before dropping in on level 8.
It had been fun to see Maggot hy cradling his spilled innards and cursing his burns.
Oh yeah. Apparently, in hell, you keep your injuries when you die. The severity of it differs, as Floch had heard from a few of the Yeagerists that were around level 5-6. Some of them in levels 1-3 only had phantom aches, to faint traces, then scars.
Floch is lucky he died of a bullet wound, he supposes. Even if the blood oozing out keeps him in a state of dizziness.
The other difference is the quality of life.
Walking around the bottomless pit of where the level 9 is supposed to exist, Floch wonders to himself before gripping the edge of a poorly made wooden fence. Level 9 was for people who’ve been directly responsible for atrocities so great that humanity would take years to recover.
And he expects Eren to be there.
The main issues is that he can’t see the bottom, if there was a bottom to the insanity. And the lights here were primarily made by fire and too low. They usually only get the top side’s scraps, a few bugs (mainly wasps) that were down here not because of crimes, but to induce human suffering. The ground was muddy with quicksand pits that could pull you in and get stuck for eternity until another felt some empathy to pull you out, yet water was incredibly rare to find. Building materials that were mainly wood had to be sacrificed for warmth and light.
Floch only knows that this wasn’t all of hell due to the system the Yeagerists had. Young and still dedicated to their cause, they have managed a letter ferrying system.
Hell hath no boundaries either. There were seemingly endless amounts of it stretching in every direction but vertically. Because there was a transportation system, surrounded by bits of lava, that surrounded the pit as well. So that sinners can see just how much further they have to fall.
And the reason why Floch could reply, was because commander Erwin, a devil in his own right, had made himself too useful to the management that he’s in charge of communicating and observing the masses, deeming who’s repented and who’s sinned enough to upgrade or downgrade their living situation.
Thanks to Erwin, he’s managed to convince many of the Yeagerists to just stay where they are and not commit more heinous acts just so they could greet their leader, Eren Jaeger, when he emerges.
Apparently, the people on the first few levels have made their own way to keep track of time. They have to just hope that time here was the same on earth.
Erwin’s offered Floch bandages, a way to the upper floors, and food and water. But Floch wouldn’t take any that weren’t from his comrades.
Because Erwin knew. Erwin knows what’s going on back on Earth. Or at least, he knew enough to know that Floch going from the 7th to the 8th floor wasn’t some sort of issue nor was it because he was just that dedicated to Eren.
He was the second in command. And he was privy to secrets that he couldn’t tell. No, not until Eren is here.
Because when Eren is back in Floch’s sight, he’d definitely have a plan. Floch knows that he should repent, and he’d probably serve an appropriate amount of time in his hell, likely deemed by Eren Jaeger, who he knows to be fair and impartial when it comes to this. But he’s lonely. And he’s sick of all the fucking Marleyan bastards where they just have to ignore each other if they don’t want to all go down the lowest level of hell.
Oh yeah, and Floch should mention that hell judges ‘good’ acts and ‘evil’ acts as how the legal system judges them. Motivation and the actual action. So it wasn’t just consequentialism or deontology or whatever Erwin was explaining to him, trying to get his trust and to break his silence. Basically, even if you kill men to save others, you’ll likely still have to face the consequences of your actions.
Guess what else Erwin told him? That hell and heaven work together. Hell to get all its sinners and heaven to get its saints. There used to be a huge conflict between them before realising that working with each other would be easier to keep track of the amounts of people they have. To punish and to hold its sinners, especially people devil tongued like Erwin and Eren, hell and heaven have to work together and work with their people to keep this cycle going, from before time and until time itself ends. Why fix a system that was more than human and more than humane?
People will be bored with paradise all the time, and people still want to work, even if they are suffering. Floch personally thinks that Hell has been creating most of Heaven’s pleasures. Because energy couldn’t be created or destroyed. So whilst people in heaven were full and ignorant of the world beneath their feet, Floch knows better.
What Floch didn’t know, didn’t think to expect, was Eren Jaeger falling down the entire way, almost past his position. But he still had time and the reaction skills to grab his outstretched hands.
And yeah, maybe those tears on his face were just a momentary weakness. It must have been terrifying to die and just fall, instead of peace or whatever. Or whatever happened before. Shit, did Eren fail? Fuck, if it had been his fault that Eren couldn’t save Paradis, he’d throw himself into the 9th pit of hell.
But no. It had been even worse than that.
Floch had sat there, stunned, as Eren regaled his tale of killing 80% of humanity, before letting himself be killed by Mikasa. As it happens, Eren’s head starts sliding off his neck as the 8th level of hell recreates the cause of death.
Holding his head with his hands, Eren screamed.
“I killed them! I kill all of them! And I don’t know why- why did I do that? Why? WHY? I just… I just wanted to feel- to feel loved, by Mikasa-”
Then Floch slapped his head away from his body, disconnecting Eren’s vocal chords as Eren gasped and wheezed, still alive. Body still working yet seeing the world spinning, causing it to land on its ass.
Floch still couldn’t believe his own ears. Maybe this was just all coincidental.
Because Hell and Heaven can’t check back what happened on Earth. And Hell and Heaven have their own ‘punishments’ or ‘rewards’. Nightmares and dreams, the intensity of which differs based on your karma.
Maybe Eren was trapped in a horrific nightmare. And Flock knows he’s likely to be trapped here forever since he’ll be the next person to take over hell’s command. Once Erwin does enough good deeds, anyway. And it’s also to keep this man that has ended millions to sort out the amounts of people still trapped in limbo.
Or maybe it still was Floch’s fault, interrupting Eren’s descent. Gods, what if he interrupted an important ritual? And that messed up Eren’s mind?
Horrified at that though, Floch picked Eren back up before ripping a piece of Eren’s shirt to try to secure his neck. It was a clean slice and still bleeding. He would have used his own clothes, but ODM gear wasn’t the best material to try that. Maybe they could get some materials from the upper levels, make a (Floch kind of hates to say it, but feels good about it too) collar for Eren, to keep his neck connected.
Sharing the last of his water, Floch is suddenly terrified. Because down here in hell, injuries stay . So if he’s fucked Eren up enough, then he won’t be able to tell Floch what had been done.
But to his surprise, Eren’s throat reconnects enough for him to sputter before swallowing the rest of the water.
And then he sees Eren’s dead eyes looking at him pathetically . “I… I’m sorry, Floch.”
This had to be a trick. This was another nightmare for him, wasn’t it?
If this was a nightmare, Floch reasons to himself, then he can do whatever the fuck he likes. Consequences be damned. (Though, actions in nightmares and dreams have less consequences.)
“You aren’t Eren, are you? You’re just a puppet. A figment of my imagination.”
“No, Floch, this is the truth.” Then he sits up, away from Floch’s hold. “They’ve… they’ve explained what’s going to happen to me. Because I couldn’t get rid of the titan powers, and Ymir has passed on to rebirth, I have to take over her place in the paths. They explained to me that I need to find another to pass the title of hell to. So, I was thinking…”
“I was thinking if you’d be willing to. Your body will constantly be healed, even with the bullet hole you won’t feel dizzy anymore. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t trust the Marley fucktards here. The requirements were someone in or above my level in hell, so…”
“So, Jaeger, this is it?” And Floch spat on him. “This is what I get, in thanks to my help? Eternal hell? No rebirth?”
Floch kicks Eren to the ground, keeping him down with his shoe. “If you’d just did what you said you’d do, we wouldn’ be in this situation!”
Pointing towards the ceiling, Floch shouted, “Yeagerists are above there, waiting for your command! They’re expecting you to lead! I’m only stuck here because I was waiting for you ! Erwin even got a job for me.
But Eren couldn’t even look him in the eye. Floch feels anger that he’s never felt before. He wants to tear this man apart, piece by piece, vein by vein. Wants to relish in his screams, his cries.
He’s sacrificed so much. For both of them. For Eldia.
And yet, when the moment of truth came, Jaeger couldn’t do it? Or worse yet, never had the intention of doing it?
If what was said was true, all of his actions up to this point had been controlled by Ymir or perhaps even the first King, Fritz.
Floch feels absolutely disgusted at that.
“What a puppet you are.”
Looking at Eren’s face, Floch sees just how tired, how fucking old Eren seems. Like he’s lived thousands of lives. And maybe that was somewhat true, if he’s got the memories of all the shifters.
But what was worse was that Eren Jaeger wasn’t putting up a fight.
Floch wanted Eren to suffer, and to hear him too, so he had to concentrate his attention on Eren's body.
Ripping open the shirt, the muscles Floh used to admire now look like a joke to him. Angered, Floch just started to stomp again and again on Eren’s stomach with his muddied, dirty shoe. After a few spasms, Eren heaves to his sides, spittle retching from his mouth. Torso, now turning various shades of red and purple, Floch let out all of his anger and frustrations and kicked Eren’s ribs in, not caring if he punctured an organ.
He wishes for something sharp, to tear apart Eren. He wishes he had the knowledge, like Levi Ackerman and Hanji Zoe, who’ve once tortured many military police for this brat .
Dropping down to his knees, Floch feels frustrated, nails digging into Eren’s skin, dragging and leaving marks. He wants this to hurt .
And Eren didn’t really have any reactions to this.
So he’s got to change something up.
He then smiles, suddenly remembering something.
“You wanna feel love, Jaeger? Fucking turn around.” Complying with instructions, Eren turns around to reveal his clothes fucking caked in mud. Floch completely recoils at that, pulling Eren up and onto a deck close by here. Stripping him completely, then ordering Eren to grab the mud out of his hair, Floch unbuckles his belt and pulls his dick out of his pants.
As Eren braces against the wooden floor, in the candlelight, Floch thinks he should feel attracted by that. Because Eren Jaeger has a nice round ass, and his back muscles flexed and shone from the sweat, his thigh thick and trembling, neck flushed as blood leaked from the makeshift bandage.
But all he could feel was disgust. This isn’t how he thought sex with Eren would go.
“You disgust me”.
Spreading Eren’s ass, Floch spits on Eren’s hole, mainly for his own pleasure, before plunging his hate-boner hardened dick in. Letting out a moan in the wet, tight heat, Floch forces himself in Eren’s virgin ass as he rocks back and forth without stopping, feeling the wetness of blood leaking and lubing up Eren’s fuckhole. Other than the squelching and buzz of the insects around here, soft gasps and pants came not from him, but from the devil under him.
“Woah, you’re enjoying this? For fuck’s sake, Jaeger. If I knew you liked getting dicked down this much, I’d have taken you back when he told me you were going to genocide the entire world. Now look where we are now.”
He raises his hand before putting as much strength as he could into the slap to smite Eren’s right ass cheek, which causes a moan to come from him. He felt his mouth split and pulled in a smirk and a snarl.
“Goddamn. Maybe if I did and promised you to reward you with my seed, you’d have actually gone through with the entire rumbling. Too bad for both of us. We’re fucking stuck here now, and everyone has died for nothing!”
With that shout, Floch slammed his hips against Eren’s, bottoming out in him completely. Eren let out a pained cry, before sniffles came. God, how did he ever look up to this bastard? Eren fooled them all .
“Confess. Tell me every fucking thing you did. TELL ME. Did you ever care for Eldia? For Historia? For us ? Are we not your friends, either?”
His heart kept dropping at the snivelling response. “I… I was the one to have killed my mom. I didn’t know. I didn’t know the coordinate was going to react that way when I thought Dina shouldn’t have eaten Bertholdt at that point. And I killed all those people, and I don’t know why. But I… I cared most about Mikasa, then Armin, and after that Connie, Jean, Sasha- I…I’m sorry Floch, you were mainly a means to an end. I’m sorry.”
As Eren kept blathering about his decisions, his memories, his choice or rather lack thereof, Floch only felt the rage in him deepen and strengthen his resolve to see this through its bitter end.
Gritting his teeth, Floch grabs Eren’s hips before fucking him at a brutal pace. With each slap between their skin on skin contact, Floch would call Eren another name, too angry to come up with a good insult.
“Bitch.”
“Whore.”
“Cunt.”
“Ass.”
“Slut.”
“Bastard.”
“Dickhead.”
He feels himself cringing and dying on the inside, but he’s just been rendered worthless at this piece of crap. This massive failure of a human being, much less a devil. Couldn’t believe he once was his right-hand man.
He’s getting so angry that even he was at the point of tears. Frustration, disappointment, and resentment flowed out of him, like the blood leaking from Eren’s ass as diving in and in again into that warm piece of almost heaven made him feel better. But he thinks about how he could feel even better.
He stops and watches as Eren slams himself back on Floch’s dick. Before pausing himself. Well, this just shows how much Floch had been right.
“You love this right, don’t you? Fucking yourself on daddy’s dick.” Eren fucking whines at that. Maria, Rose and Sina. Floch wishes he’d done this much earlier, back when they were both on earth.
“Fuck, open your mouth, slut . Call me daddy, and I’ll let you cum.”
Floch waits as he watches Eren’s shoulders shaking, sniffles and muffled pleas were out, until his shoulders sagged and Eren mumbled, “daddy.”
“Oh, what was that? I can’t hear that, cadet.” Floch prompts.
“Daddy! Fuck me, please ,” And really, Floch couldn’t hold himself back either. Lifting up one of Eren’s legs and lifting it over his shoulder, he starts to drive into Eren at a faster rate. Now his objective has been changed to dominate Eren in and out, to make him his king.
Driving himself deeper and hitting spots he’s never been able to hit before, Floch watched with a wolfish grin as he watched Eren’s eyes glaze over and his mouth opening and closing, moaning or muttering some shit like ‘ yes, daddy ” and “ harder, daddy ”. Or his new favourite, “ fuck me please, daddy ”.
“Yeah, baby likes daddy’s dick?” Floch whispered into Eren’s ear, who nodded. “ Wanna cum. ”
“Oh yeah? Fuck, cum for me, bitch ,” Floch ordered before Eren’s eyes rolls back, ejaculating onto himself and the wooden floor. Then Floch loses himself for a moment, as his dick was choked by Eren’s tight rim as his ass clenches. That caused him to release his own load, which felt fucking amazing since he’s never had a reason to relieve himself in this place.
And it seems that by holding back so much, Floch still had more jizz to go around, because even as he slides his soft dick out of Eren’s ass he feels it hardening again. Floch pulls Eren into a kneeling position before holding his head with his hands, mindful of the dirty hair. He could now only hold the top of Eren’s hair or Eren’s jaw without dirtying himself.
Eren opens his mouth as Floch slides himself in slowly, before pulling back out so that there was a string of saliva connecting. God, fuck. Eren’s mouth had been warm and even more wet, but with the feeling of dick that’s had the taste of man flesh not doing anything to you does things to your ego. Not to mention the blood and cum that stains Eren’s teeth as Floch slams it back in, face fucking Eren and even choking him at times.
Eren was extremely inexperienced, and spit came out. So Floch ordered him to swallow. Then he groans as Eren swallows around his dick, throat squeezing the tip of his head. Fuck, that felt amazing, not just fucking a lifeless flesh light, which was what Eren almost was or would have become. But now, feeling the fucking potential in a responsive Jaeger, got Floch fucking his mouth one last time before ordering Eren to suck.
And Eren sucked like he was a man trapped in a desert for 3 days and 3 nights. He sucked like his life and afterlife depended on it- the lives of his unborn children depended on it. Fuck, Floch didn’t know what was important to Eren anymore. Wait, no, he does.
“What would Mikasa think of you if she saw you now, Eren?” And Eren choked at that statement, stopping his ministrations. Floch felt slightly annoyed at that, but he used this time to watch with interest. As now that Eren’s been taking a bit more charge, his ass was rising off the ground and cum and blood kept dripping out of his ass, adding to the current puddle surrounding his knees. But then, something even more interesting caught Floch’s attention.
Eren’s own dick has a semi. He smirks as he raises his foot before lightning pressing on it.
“What do we have here, Jaeger? You’re getting hard, again , because of this?” Pressing harder, he watches as Eren’s dick started to colour red as the man in question stared at him with large, hollow eyes. Cradling Eren’s face as he presses his dick against his closed mouth, Floch cooed.
“If Mikasa saw you right now, she’d be so disgusted. Her adopted brother enjoying getting raped, all because he’s a virgin cuck? Lucky for both you and her, she’s not going down to hell after you did, did you? No, she’s going to heaven .”
Putting his whole weight on the foot on Eren’s dick, Floch grinned savagely, hearing a ‘crack’ as Eren howled , finally getting some fucking reaction from this fucker!
“And because your bitch whore ass messed up the plan, she’s probably going to die before she reaches 20.” Shoving his dick in Eren’s mouth, Floch felt on top of the world as fresh tears started to roll down Eren’s face and snot dripped on top of his pistoning dick, lubricating it in a weird way, probably adding to the amount of salt Eren has in his mouth.
Good. Because when Floch’s done with Eren (for now, because Floch is never letting this go, no) his tears would need to be replenished.
Grabbing the top of Eren’s head, he tilted his head so he could spit in his left eye, before pressing his fingers against Eren’s eyeball, pushing it down and more into his skull, then surrounding that eyehole to pop it out.
He kept doing it until a bloody mess was all that remained in Eren’s left eye socket as Eren chokes on his dick.
“Slaves don’t need both eyes.”
And then he came down Eren’s throat, before pulling out and painting Eren’s disfigured face with it.
And fuck, he was still horny. He still wanted to fuck that devil bastard. Why? Was Eren maybe an incubus?
Fuck that thought. He grabs Eren by the shoulders and drags him until they reach the edge. “Bend the fuck over, Jaeger.”
Tiredly, his slave gets up and balances himself dangerously over the edge. Floch surveys the area, knowing by now that Marleyan bastards were beginning to come over. Fuck them. They don’t get to see Eren like this. It was for Eldian eyes only, racist fucking pricks. So they had to make this quick.
The reason why Floch did this is to ensure that Eren has to meet his thrusts for thrusts if he wants to live. The second was to check if Eren had any fear left in him at all. Looking at the trembling husk of a man, Floch would think that if Eren had no more fear in him, then he’d just have to induce it himself.
Shoving Eren by the neck so he’s tilted dangerously over the edge, Floch quickly fucks himself on Eren, using everything Eren’s confessed as ammo, whilst trying to make Eren cum even from this fucked up situation, even in lots of pain and with a fucked up dick.
If he could do that, then he’d have broken in his toy. House trained him, if you will.
“Did you enjoy it? Killing your mom?” A broken gasp contrasted with the meaty sounds of bodies hitting together in the mad throes of lust and wrath.
Pulling Eren’s left leg up to reach a newer angle, Floch kept going and going until he heard an audible crack as the leg had been broken, with bone jutting out of the knee as Eren still stared down into the void.
“Did it feel good, beating up Armin, insulting Mikasa? What was it that you said to her? ‘Mikasa, ever since we were little, I’ve always hated you’? Well, fuck, me too. I hate you and that bitch who’s caused you to be like that.”
Hands clenched before unclenching. Floch knew he had something good as Eren didn’t defend himself or his loved ones, yet still felt hurt on their behalf.
“What else did you say to her? ‘There’s nothing more than I hate those who are slaves’? Then what the fuck are you, Eren? A hypocrite? A man who hates himself more than the whole world could hate him? Because that’s a huge accomplishment, a groundbreaking achievement, Eren Jaeger. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re lying. Do you think that after people die, they would stop hating, that they’d stop caring? No! Fucking four fifths of humanity is stuck in limbo because of your fucked up plan, you genocidal maniac!”
With every sentence, Floch drew his dick all the way back out until only the tip remained before slamming in with all of humanity’s rage.
“And you know that fewer people would hate you if that was all you were. Saving a race of people? That could be understood. But no! You wanted to play hooky with that pseudo sister of yours! You didn’t have the fucking balls to genocide people properly! When people look back on your history with shame and disgust, it won’t be for what you’ve done, but for what you haven’t done! You fucker!”
Floch sped up slamming into him again and again, driving in each half sentence.
“‘No, I don’t want that?’ Most fucking pathetic moment of your life, Jaeger! Why don’t you have some better last words? Fucking say them right now! What do you want?”
Releasing Eren’s legs, Floch grabs Eren’s hips as he tips him 70% of the way over the fence.
“Choose Jaeger! Servitude or death! Because it seems no matter where you go, you can’t pick between both!”
Eren was a full mess under him now, pleading to his mother. Shaking him once again, Floch reminded him where he was.
“What do you say, Jaeger?”
“ ...d-daddy, please let me cum. ”
Floch grinned. He’s won. He’s fucking won, as Eren hurriedly pushes himself back on his dick and pulls himself off, then repeating it again and again as Floch whispered of all the horrible things he’d do when Eren’s friends were dead.
“I’ll let every Jaegerist have his turn with Mikasa whilst you watch. Because isn’t that how it’s going to go? You getting cucked? And I’ll let them have a round with Armin, too. Or would it hurt more for him to watch Annie getting fucked? What do you think hurts more, physical or sexual acts? Maybe we could just toss them into the pit again, because they must have been the biggest devils, blood traitors.”
“Please, don’t, Floch.”
“Oh yeah? What the fuck are you going to do about it?”
“I..I’ll be the best slut, the best whore you will ever have. So all of you will be satisfied with me, and only me, so please… just leave them alone.”
“I wanna see you cum, slut. ”
At that, Eren shook, then fell still, hair falling across his face in a curtain as he lost what strength he had, coming from Floch’s dick again. Floch pulls himself out before losing himself with Eren’s thighs, painting Eren’s front an off white. Because damn, that was too valuable a trade to not do.
Remembering his new servitude, Eren didn’t fall unconscious and instead pulled himself together, or as together as he could be, broken as he was. He kowtows to Floch, before saying in a slightly raspy voice, “The king of hell can also increase emotions and enter intrusive thoughts. They are also able to reorder hell. Everything here and part of the hell’s laws and rules is now under yours to command.”
Fuck. Was this supposed to happen? Floch noticed he’s been getting more and more strength, and even now he could feel he could go for another round, but with the last of what must have been Eren’s influence left him.
“What the fuck did you do, bitch?” At this, Floch kicks Eren in the head, surprised when it doesn't come off. The man in question slightly pants. “The devil lives in all of us. I just let your devil be freed from morals, and you acted on your inner thoughts.”
Filthy, stained with every bodily fluid under the sun, Eren crawls on the floor, hugging the newly christened King of Hell’s leg. Because apparently, all that show had been a power transference of some kind, with the old king disgraced and disposed of and a new one to have been the one to do so.
“Manipulative to the end. What a man you are, Eren.” Floch sneered, nudging the collared mutt with his shoe. Even now, he couldn’t tell which was the real Eren. If Eren had truly given up, and that this was an easier way for him, as every time he gets fucked, his brain doesn’t have to think. To think of his actions, to properly suffer the consequences. And it’s Floch’s job again. Or maybe if Eren had a grander sort of plan, and couldn’t be overworked with caring for the sudden gain in population numbers. Maybe Eren had started out like that, but got too tired of being Humanity’s Hope, of being a saviour , of holding power much greater than he could ever understand.
Floch just knows of one purpose for his body.
“Since we went to hell for you, won’t you be a good boy for us, to repent for our sins?”