Soo, as quite a few people both here and on Ao3 asked me to write a second chapter, here you go! I hope it will be entertaining.

Enjoy!

Harry awoke slowly at the sound of the morning choir, a swarm of harbinger birds that roused those who were fortunate enough to be allowed sleep in hell. From behind his eyelashes, Harry peered through the window at the eternally crimson sky, wondering if he'd ever recall what 'blue' was again. He didn't have time to wonder long, for he was pulled close to a cold body. ''Finally awake, I'd have thought you would at some point grow used to sleeping less to match me,'' Voldemort growled. ''I've had to pleasure myself while watching you for hours.''

''No one forced you to,'' Harry reminded his demon while rolling his eyes. ''Does the King not have any other duties to attend to today?'' he smirked even as Voldemort straddled him.

''Letting souls wait is also a form of punishment already,'' the other smirked. ''Which I would think you'd be familiar with after all these years.'' To make his point clear, Voldemort started circling the wizard's hole with a long finger, never quite touching the right spot. Only after Harry let out a whine after several minutes, did he slip a single digit in, digging it as deep as possible while watching his lover's tortured expression change into one of satisfaction.

''Yes yes, you're the master of torment etcetera, oh great Lord,'' Harry groaned, knowing what Voldemort wanted to hear.

''Don't get cocky with me,'' the King hissed, opening his mouth to bite down painfully on the soft skin at Harry's nape, suckling it after. ''So many souls would die again to be in the position you've been granted,'' he smugly added. ''To have this.'' 'This' turned out to be a very merciless erection that pushed its way inwards. Harry closed his eyes and willed his body to relax, wriggling until the cock inside of him pushed exactly against the bundle of nerves that sent shocks of pleasure through the wizard's body with each movement. He reached out behind him, grabbing one of Voldemort's horns to pull himself up, the pale member sliding out until Harry let himself fall down on it again. He let out a long moan at the sensation, which was soon repeated again and again, ever faster until the bed was a mess of sweat and semen.

''Hmm, worth the wait as always,'' Voldemort grinned lazily while licking Harry's chest clean with his black, forked tongue. The other only let out a moan in agreement and yawned again, feeling sleepy once more. Maybe just a few minutes before he'd get up and visit the usual people…

When he next woke, the room was empty, although Voldemort had not bothered to clean up any of the evidence of what had transpired before. Grimacing, Harry waved his hand and spelled away their fluids before forcing himself to get out of bed. Thank Merlin for the small mercy of still having access to some of his powers in this place. Being the patron demon of all things supernatural, Voldemort at least allowed mages to still use their magic, within limitations.

His stomach rumbled and Harry rubbed it in disdain. Hunger was one of the few punishments that he could not escape from, it would gnaw at him forever now, as even the King of the seventh Circle of Hell would not break the rules so much that he would bring Harry back to the mortal realm for a snack. All in all, he couldn't complain too much, being far better off than most here.

He went closer to the window, from which he could look out over all three rings, as Voldemort's palace was build high atop the only mountain. He hadn't been everywhere yet, even though his demon had informed him recently that Harry had been here six years now. The outer ring he was most wary of, closely followed by the second as many Muggle souls dwelled in both of those, and during life he'd never interacted much with any Muggles. He preferred to travel within the inner ring, talking to other mages who had died, to reassure them that they hadn't done anything wrong per se. They just belonged there, already from birth. Harry did not agree with the system, but he did not know how to change it, as even Voldemort said that it was up to the gods whether souls were sent to hell or not. The demon merely tried to execute his job and made sure that certain groups of souls under him -mages, blasphemers and those who committed suicide- did not face unreasonable punishment. Unless Voldemort started to dislike them personally, Harry had found. The King could be very petty, especially when souls refused to follow the rules that Voldemort had put in place.

During his exploration, the wizard had even found a few familiar faces of people who used to belong to the Order. It was sad to see they'd died, but a part of him was glad that he could talk to them again, and although he felt guilty about the thought, he honestly hoped to also soon be reunited with his closest friends again. Unless any of them would commit other grave sins in life, it was inevitable that they'd end up here after all.

He hurriedly backed away from the window when one of the birds landed on his windowsill. It was a grisly sight, a moving skeleton with a few mangled black feathers still attached. Empty sockets stared at him and as it opened its beak, Harry could see rows of sharp teeth. ''Our King expects you,'' it croaked, then flew off before Harry could ask questions.

''That's it?'' he shouted after it. ''Wow, thank you so much for this useful information! No chance you could reveal where? Bloody useless thing!'' Harry fumed and turned around, materialising a robe to put on.

Uncertain of where he was supposed to go, Harry took the familiar route down the tower in which their bedroom was located and ten minutes later stood in the inner courtyard, hoping that one of the guards could say something more. The two demons at the gate were busy trying to poke each other with their spears out of boredom however, and when Harry asked a question neither clearly knew an answer to, they simply hissed and looked down on him disdainfully. Harry sighed, not knowing what else he had expected. Although many souls looked up to him by now, all demons here only saw him as their King's human pet that was to be tolerated.

Well, it wouldn't be his fault if he didn't end up meeting Voldemort then, Harry mused. With those unspecific instructions, the King couldn't honestly blame Harry for not showing up. And if the other would be difficult, Harry had enough experience to know how to quickly evolve any argument into passionate sex instead. Most demons were extremely horny beings and Voldemort was certainly no exception to this. Having taken Harry that morning already would be no reason to refuse another round that day.

Before his thoughts could drift further down that line however, someone tapped on his shoulder. As he turned around, the wizard was faced with Abraxas, one of the Archons under Voldemort's command, the same that had brought Harry to this circle per carriage. Abraxas never spoke, which Harry had learned to appreciate as most demons spouted constant nonsense and hatred. Behind the cloaked and chained demon, Harry saw the black carriage already awaiting him.

The ride was not more pleasant than any of the carriage rides Harry had been in these past years. Abraxas stared into nothingness, the windows only showed gloomy landscape and tortured souls, and the road was bumpy as ever. What did stand out to him though, was that it seemed to go on far longer than any previous trip. Frowning, he finally dared glance out of the window when the familiar ruby sky darkened in an unfamiliar way. He was met with an endless void in which now and then gigantic yellow eyes opened and closed amongst the shadows. Harry pressed his back firmly against his seat again. Not because he was scared – after six years in hell he'd seen his fair share of nightmares – but because he was smart enough to know that not everything was as it seemed and he didn't really want to catch the attention of a hundred bodyless eyes.

Hours later, they finally came to a halt and Harry stumbled out with stiff joints and aching muscles. Due to shaky knees, he almost fell to the ground, only halted by a pair of familiar arms that caught him and hauled him up in the air. Harry clung onto Voldemort and snuggled his neck briefly, immensely glad that this strange tour had not led him into some sort of exile instead. One never knew with all the things that happened down here.

''You are late,'' Voldemort grumbled with displeasure.

''Your messenger wasn't very specific,'' Harry let him know. ''I was lucky that Abraxas had more info. Where are we?'' he grabbed one of the demon's horns and pulled himself up to peer over it, seeing they were in a huge domed room that was easily the size and height of a Quidditch field. It made Harry pretty home-sick, as flying was one of the skills he did not have access to here as his own magic was not enough for that.

In the middle of the room stood a circular table with ten expensive-looking chairs. ''Behold the throne room of Hell, its deepest pit. The Decennial Meeting will start as soon as all Kings and Queens have arrived,'' the other answered.

Harry looked at his demon in panic. ''You mean to say that all rulers of hell are going to gather in this place? And you brought me here? Why? I have no desire to meet any of them!''

Voldemort glared at him and bared his teeth, hissing: ''Don't take that tone with me, Harry. This is a privilege. I decide your fate at any given point.''

Harry narrowed his eyes and started to struggle to be put down, which Voldemort eventually did. The King was in a much worse mood than usual for some reason, certainly worse than only a few hours ago. He was unfortunately right about holding Harry's fate in his claws, but that was not enough for the man to shut up. ''You said that my fate is set as long as I uphold my agreement with you!'' he spoke in anger. ''I did, so don't suddenly break your word!''

Clawed fingers grabbed Harry's hair and pulled him up slightly, slitted eyes staring into Harry's. ''My patience is thin at the moment, and I shall not have one of my subjects disrespect me in front of those of the same standing as I. If you don't like that, I shall see how quick I can make you break your word by demanding to take you right on that table with everyone watching.''

Harry blanched at the idea. Voldemort had more often suggested exhibitionism and had truthfully been very accommodating in never forcing the topic again as soon as Harry had admitted to being uncomfortable with having anyone watch them have a go at it. The memory of Harry's friends hearing what had happened behind closed doors had already been embarrassing enough. He didn't need to have all of hell know the details of their trysts.

''Ohhhh, I can FEEL the ANGER here. Such TENSION,'' someone cackled, and Harry whipped around to see a large female demon. She looked surprisingly beautiful for someone with a crown-like row of black horns on her forehead and five eyes in her face. Her gown strategically hid her tail and other demonic features. It was made of heavy black fabric that matched her wavy hair, which on a second look had a number of black snakes slithering through it. Harry wasn't entirely sure whether they were merely pets or actually part of her. ''Ohhh, such a CUTE little soul! Did you bring this one here as a SNACK?'' she asked, saliva dripping down as she opened her mouth and showed shark-like teeth, which made Harry move back until he bumped into Voldemort again.

''HARRY, MEET THE QUEEN OF THE FIFTH CIRCLE OF HELL, LADY BELLATRIX,'' the demon spoke. His tone sounded neutral, but Harry knew his lover long enough to realise that Bellatrix ticked him off. Maybe that was why he'd addressed Harry first instead of answering the Queen's question. ''BELLATRIX, THIS SOUL IS MINE AND YOU SHAN'T EAT OR OTHERWISE HARM HIM, UNDERSTAND?'' As he said so, Harry felt that Voldemort took on a threatening pose, leaning forward and lowering his head to show off his horns. Harry's shoulders were grabbed as the King pulled him close.

Her grin did not diminish, and she mock-bowed. ''I see how it is. Of course, my GREAT Lord,'' she giggled. She slowly extended a finger and placed it under Harry's chin, ignoring Voldemort's growling. The King's white tail slapped on the floor a few times, the sound echoing. ''You must be something SPECIAL to get HIM so worked up, darkling.'' She purred. The snakes in her hair stilled and all looked at Harry intently. A second later, she straightened her spine and strode to the table, being the first to sit down.

Out of habit, Harry released a sigh. ''So that was the Queen of the fifth circle… do remind me, was this the one who watched a civil war in her Circle for a couple of centuries as entertainment before obliterating both parties?''

''The very same. If you'd ask me, she'd have fitted more as the Queen of the Fourth Circle: Greed. She's always vying for attention and making a spectacle. She made humans name a star after her millennia ago, can you believe that?''

''Easily. Who does rule the fourth circle?''

''Limax. Always trying to get the most with as little effort as possible. There he is.'' Voldemort waved in the direction of a huge demon clad in gold and shining jewellery that was almost distracting enough from his walrus-like face. ''Enough stalling, let us sit.'' It became clear to Harry that he wasn't going to get an additional chair and he already mentally prepared for hours of standing when Voldemort heaved him up with one hand and dropped Harry in his lap, which caused a few stares. One demon instantly stood again and planted their hands firmly on the table. Harry noted with interest that their fingers were webbed.

''Hem hem, since when are souls allowed at the table?'' they spoke, with a voice so high and girly that Harry was confused as to who had spoken at first, because the demon looked so much like a horned toad that he'd only expected it to croak, and he definitely was surprised to find out that it was a Queen. Unexpectedly, Bellatrix drew a large knife and slammed it on the table in the direction of the one who'd spoken.

''SHUT UP!'' she snarled, eyes glowing with burning rage. In a span of seconds, a fight had broken out, Bellatrix and the toad-like Queen hurling insults and trying to rip each other's throats out while the other Kings and Queens either fired them on or leaned back in boredom.

On his part, Voldemort instead concentrated on Harry and started to inappropriately sneak a hand under the man's shirt until Harry gave him a glare. ''Instead of molesting me in full sight,'' he hissed, ''Maybe tell me what is going on?''

The King glared back. ''You are going to be sore within minutes of us getting back to the palace,'' he warned. ''But I'll concede. Dolores and Bellatrix don't like each other, as one loves rules and the other loves breaking them. This happens every meeting, Bellatrix just used you as an excuse this time. Until the master of hell arrives, this will continue.''

Harry stilled. ''The master of… you're not telling me that we're waiting for the actual devil?'' he choked. ''I thought that you guys ran this place!''

Voldemort let out a hissed chuckle. ''Oh yes, imagine this bunch democratically deciding on a business plan. I thought you were smart. No, there is very much a master of hell, although he is not very fond of the term 'devil'. In fact, he isn't very fond of anything that has to do with hell, which is understandable as he was forced to rule this place. Which is one of the reasons why these meetings only take place every ten years, he's too busy being on 'holiday' on earth usually and entertains himself by punishing humans directly or something like that. None of us here mind too much apart from Dolores, as it effectively means we can each rule as we see fit. Ah, there he is.'' At those words, Harry looked up in expectation as a fiery tornado appeared on the empty chair. How would the devil look? More monstrous than all demons here together? Huge and carrying a pitchfork?

He blinked in confusion as, compared to the rest, a tiny figure arrived, barely taller than Harry himself was. Apart from a set of brilliant white wings and glowing eyes, Satan looked entirely human, even down to the expensive tailored suit he wore. The devil relaxed in his chair and put his feet up on the table, which were clad in shiny black shoes. ''Bellatrix, Dolores, cease,'' he sighed in annoyance. ''Can anyone give me a quick report so I can continue living my life? I have enough problems up there and a very interesting case to worry about to not be bothered by drama in hell, so please tell me there are no major issues,'' he spoke, steepling his fingers together.

''Voldemort brought a human,'' Dolores spoke instantly after she retreated, in a tone that little children used when telling on others to teachers. ''Surely that can't be allowed, master?''

Glowing eyes turned to them and Harry stiffened, while the grip Voldemort had on him tightened.

''A human?'' Satan spoke in astonishment, taking his feet off the table. Then, he grinned. ''Well well, that's a sight. Voldemort, do tell me that this is a dead one that already belongs to you, I don't want more paperwork.''

''IT IS, AND HE DOES,'' Voldemort boomed, narrowing his eyes at Lady Dolores.

''Right,'' Satan said, clapping his hands together. ''Then I welcome you to the table, Mr…?''

''Just Harry,'' he awkwardly spoke, unused to having the eyes of the most powerful beings in the universe on him, with quite a few having very hostile looks.

''Harry. Delightful to meet you, I can see you have already made yourself at home in my realm,'' the devil suggestively spoke with a charming smile. ''On with the meeting now people, I don't have all day. Mortals die so fast that I don't want to miss a minute too many.''

Dolores tried to start protesting, and Satan's smile froze as he turned towards her. His eyes clearly started glowing with more intensity and his voice didn't sound very human anymore when he said: ''You need to start reading my mood better, Dolores. I. Don't. Have. All. Day.''

Bellatrix giggled at that and finally put away her weapons. ''Ohhhh, someone made master ANGRY,'' she sing-songed.

She went ignored as the meeting finally really began, each King and Queen describing the current affairs and issues in their realms as well as disputes with each other or underlings. The Queen of Limbo was starting to run short on demons as so many tried to lure humans to the gate of hell to make pacts and move to better circles with those souls, whereas the Kings of the second and third circle had trouble with an overflow of souls in recent years as more and more people succumbed to lust and gluttony in life. Neither Limax nor Bellatrix had much to report, and for some reason the King or Queen of the sixth circle was ignored entirely by everyone at the table. It was a silent, hooded figure that reminded Harry of Abraxas somehow, although the chains were missing. Finally, it was Voldemort's turn to speak.

''Much happened in the past decade considering not only my circle, but also my living subjects,'' he started. ''The last wizarding war ended six years ago, with my interference.''

Satan frowned. ''What do you mean, you interfered?''

''Shortly after our last meeting, I was summoned by a human, a young wizard who'd been prophesised to defeat the Dark Lord. We struck a deal. I helped him end the war.'' The King spoke. ''The Dark Lord in question resides with Dolores as he committed treachery against his own lover.''

''And the wizard?'' the devil inquired, sounding fascinated by the tale. ''To summon one of you, I don't think that happened since Morgan Lefay walked the earth. Who did she summon again, Bellatrix?''

The Queen nodded absentmindedly. ''Although I LOST that soul in a bet a few centuries after to the SIXTH circle.''

Voldemort gave Bellatrix an annoyed look about being interrupted and continued: ''The wizard died on the same day as the Dark Lord did, and is right now sitting at this table.''

At this information, some of the hostility towards Harry finally vanished and made way for interest. Not the least of which came from Satan himself. ''Is that so? And to have died so young, what a waste of power…''

''Indeed. Which is why I brought him here today. I realise that a few of my subjects have complained to my Archons and the respective Lords and Ladies of the other realms about preferred treatment. It is true, Harry and I decided to keep our contract even after his demise.''

''A contract which states what, exactly?'' Satan asked. ''Surely he can't give you his soul,'' he chuckled.

Before Harry could stop Voldemort, the demon unabashedly admitted: ''Sex in exchange for power.''

The black-haired man didn't know whether to laugh it off or grow angry at his lover and felt very much like disapparating to the other side of hell when a ruckus broke out, with Bellatrix whistling loudly. Surprisingly, Satan himself gave them both a serious look and addressed Harry directly: ''Did you agree to this?''

Gulping, he faced the devil and answered: ''Yes. During life, it seemed like the only real option I had, and afterwards… I didn't want to give up…'' he hesitated and muttered: ''whatever we have.''

To everyone's annoyance, it was Dolores who jumped up again. ''See Master, they admit to it! It's improper, a demon and a human having a... a relationship together! I've heard reports of my underlings about this human living in Voldemort's palace and commanding other souls in the realm without receiving any of the punishment that is due for being born a freak of nature!''

Satan turned to her with a stony expression. Then, he slowly raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. Dolores screamed as she was ripped apart in the air until only a cloud of dust was left that whirled through the room and disappeared. ''She really was bad at reading my mood, wasn't she?'' the devil sighed. ''So, back to the both of you… A contract is a contract, nothing states that it stops after death. Unless this wizard has committed any other grave sins that would make him the property of a different circle, this soul is yours one way or the other. This is a non-issue.''

''I did not think it would be.'' Voldemort admitted. ''As stated previously, his immense potential was wasted and I did promise him power. In Hell, I have not been able to uphold my part of the contract to the fullest. I wish for him to be granted power beyond those of regular souls, to aid me in my work.''

The table fell silent, an icy silence that did not bode well.

''Heresy,'' a voice like the wind spoke, and all turned their faces to the hooded figure in their midst. ''Souls may not transcend to our level. It breaks our fundamental existence.''

''He already has magic, what is a little more?'' Voldemort argued. ''You know my opinion on the souls of witches and wizards. They should not be grouped together with those of Muggles in the first place.''

Satan spread out his hands. ''Revolution. Innovation. I love it. When can we start?''

''To think that it would have ever come to this,'' the old man sighed, wistfully staring out of the window, refusing to meet Harry's eyes. ''I'm not sure if I deserve it. I was wrong, and brought so many to their early graves only to be met with this place…''

''No-one could have known,'' Harry interjected. ''All of us ending up in hell does not mean that trying to fight for a good life on earth is useless.''

Albus Dumbledore smiled sadly. ''You may be right, my boy. It can be difficult to remember that.''

''So, your answer?'' Harry prodded.

Dumbledore clenched his fists a few times before rising to his feet, a hard expression on his face. ''Yes.''

Harry held out a hand and took the frail fingers in his. Concentrating, he disapparated, magic singing through his veins when they landed in an entirely different circle. He'd told Albus little about how or why he'd been granted these powers, but the man seemed to have a good hunch, intuition still just as sharp as during his life.

''Here we are then,'' he spoke, looking up at two gigantic black doors that reminded of the first gate of hell. They creaked open barely enough for a single soul to squeeze through. ''Grindelwald waits beyond.''

''And you are sure that this is allowed?'' Albus asked, looking more nervous than Harry had ever seen him.

The younger wizard smiled. ''I allow it, so yes,'' he mysteriously spoke. ''What good would my privileges be if I don't use them to help reunite lost souls across these planes, even if only for a while? I'll be here at the same time tomorrow, try not to get into too much trouble.''

''What about the Queen of the ninth circle?''

Harry hesitated, not allowed to talk about the upper politics he was privy to. Satan's whim to vanquish Dolores had caused quite a few problems as it turned out that the Queen of the ninth circle had killed off practically every demon who could have replaced her. One by one, her Archons had been subjected to torture and death as their advice had been interpreted as disrespecting her authority. The position was temporarily filled by a very unhappy Satan, with no quick solution in sight. ''You won't need to worry about her,'' Harry diplomatically said. ''See you tomorrow.'' With a flash, he apparated back to the main road of the seventh circle. He was no longer wary of either of the rings, walking past and looking at its 'citizens' with interest. As one of the most powerful beings here now, he had no reason to be afraid.

Especially when passing the first ring, souls tried to wave at him to catch his attention, but Harry could only do so much on a single day and was happy to finally return home. To escape the pleading, he jumped up and transformed into a black raven, soaring upwards to the palace, where he circled around until he spotted his lover in one of the roof gardens. Harry dived down and perched himself atop one of the curled horns, nipping at it lovingly.

''You're not nearly as attractive in your Animagus form,'' the King commented, shaking his head to make the wizard lose balance. Harry cawed indignantly and transformed back, crossing his arms.

''I thought you would always find me attractive?'' he teased, then had to supress rolling his eyes as Voldemort only smirked and a sneaky tail wrapped itself around the man's legs.

''When I said that, you could not transform into a bloody bird yet.''

''Fair.'' Instead of continuing the mock-argument, Harry hugged Voldemort tightly, trying to wrap himself around the tall demon. He could still hardly believe that this was his afterlife now.

The other picked him up and looked Harry in the eye, his head cocked slightly to the side. ''It's been exactly ten years now.''

Harry blinked. ''Since I summoned you, you mean?''

''Yes. How do humans call that again… an anniversary?'' the demon frowned. Harry smiled and nodded, happiness fluttering in his chest because Voldemort had kept track of that. Kept track of them. ''Is there anything I can gift you?''

''You already gave me so much,'' Harry protested. ''I don't need more. You helped save my friends, ended the war, and then upheld our contract in my favour. At your request I even gained full access to magic again. These past two years have been absolutely freeing in a way I could have never expected. I don't know what else I could-'' he broke off as his stomach violently rumbled. Voldemort smirked.

''I have some idea,'' he said, wrapping his arms as tightly around Harry as he could. ''For a single day, I'm sure no-one will notice if I drop you off in the mortal plane again.''

Heat engulfed them, flames painfully licking at Harry's arms and legs. When he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the sensation ceased, and cool air hit him. The wizard sank to his knees, not having expected to ever feel actual air again. His chest heaved strangely, until he noticed that he was gasping for oxygen. In astonishment, Harry held his hands in front of his face. Actual hands out of flesh and blood. ''How…''

''The same way that I materialise in this plane,'' the King spoke, helping Harry to his feet. ''Come, the night is young and we have something to celebrate.''

Slipping his hand into his lover's, Harry happily let himself be dragged down the nearest dark street.

Right, I hope that you all liked this sneak peek into hell haha. I especially had fun describing all the demons.
Satan was heavily influenced by Lucifer Morningstar from the tv-series Lucifer by the way.

This really was the end though. In my mind, Harry will end up filling the empty position as King of the ninth Circle eventually, but I don't really have enough material anymore for a third chapter and want to concentrate on other fics :)

Please leave a review if you liked it
xx GeMerope!