The hunter

Skri'jal-mevix was perched on one of his favorite trees in the woods of suicide. He was a devil of average build and height. A muscular yet lanky being with a hunch when upright and red scales adorning most of it's body, having a height of six feet six inches with two dark gray horns sweeping from the back of his head to the tip of his snout and a black patch of short, scraggly hair running down his back to just past his shoulders. A ridge of short back spines picked up from where his mane ended, stopping here his tail began. He was attentive to both edges of the realm of violence. He waited with patience unknown to his kind. any form of movement on the cliff to heresy, he would detect. Anything rising from fraud, he would spot. Naturally demon types would filter out by there racial home circle and rarely left. Devils hailed from violence. His well tuned hearing picked up some of the blasphemous gibberish of a heretic on the descent into violence. Turning to see his quarry, he spotted a red robed heretic. "A heretical priest, annoying fools." he said to himself while notching an arrow in his bow. he honed in on his annoying target, and let loose. The arrow struck his prey's jugular, making him fall the rest of the way down. Skri'jal smiled as the body was impaled head first on a pointy rock on the blood river's shores. The flapping of wings caught his attention next. He turned to fraud and spotted a pest. Grumbling to himself, he returned to his silent vigil. As the bothersome beast approached his perch, he spotted the message slab it was carrying. Skri'jal had a bemused look as the pest gave him the obsidian tablet. He began to read the message.

"Skri'jal-mevix, it is with great disinterest that I, as chairman of the counsel of the nine circles, bestow to you a one year transfer to the second circle. Before you leave, make sure you have every thing you need for the year, If you don't have something, you can buy it in heresy on your way up as I have generously provided you with twenty pieces of silver. and before you ask, someone up there asked for you by name and filled out the proper paperwork, so shut your mouth.
Sincerely, The guy who owns your ass.
This was unacceptable! Absolutely unacceptable! The pest handed him the twenty pieces of silver and flew off as fast as possible. no one would want to be near him when he was angry, lest they be immolated. he dropped from his perch and made his way to the accent into heresy. Immolating the little grass in his wake and chilling the already frozen circle of treachery. Hell might as well have froze over behind him and caught fire in front of him.

The whore

Lerisha stood at the edge of lust. She was of average height for a succubus, being six feet two inches. Her hair was blond and flowed down to her shoulders with a pair of light grayish-tan horns flowing along with it. Her complexion was youthful and pale with a hint of a light tan that one who gets out a lot would have. She had requested a specific devil's presence in lust to settle a little bet. Her friends said he was twelve feet tall and could shoot fire out his eyes and lightning out his ass. She believed this to be a minor exaggeration, and he was only ten feet tall and could breath fire. She realized that since anger wasn't a very social circle, details tend to get lost in there. But still, she could get all her friends pay for the month. Plus, She convinced her boss to let him stay with her for the year of his stay. Her mind was flooded with erotic thoughts about the two of them. She was getting wet just thinking about it. Little did she realize just how wrong she was. She walked away from the descent into gluttony. She always hated that circle, so filthy and disgusting. She couldn't wait for her new fuck-buddy to arrive. She hoped with all her soul (or lack there of) that he at least wasn't like other devils if both parties were wrong. She began the long trip from the the descent into gluttony to her lair on the ascent into limbo. The end result of her bet would be an angry, (by devil standards) misogynistic, hunt-master. "Oh this is going to be a fun year!" She said as she arrived at her lair. Her first priority was making a good first impression. Lerisha went to her wardrobe and began to look though her collection of revealing nightwear, skimpy undergarments, and sleazy clothing. Picking out a skimpy bra and thong, she found a translucent pink nightgown to wear over them. After bathing and changing into the slutty attire, she began to comb her hair and polish her horns. Now she was ready to make a first impression that was sure to last. Making her way to the location her new 'friend-with-benefits' was going to be officially welcomed at, she was turning heads all the way. She arrived and met her friends. They all complemented her sultry look. even the arch-demon of lust was impressed with her new look. Since her friend had to report to the arch-demon for his temporary change of station, every one gathered to greet the one so many rumors spoke of. every one expected an untrained savage beast to climb up from the ascent into lust, instead, a grappling hook preceded a rather average looking devil. after retrieving his hook, he pounded his hand over his heart and saluted his superior. This was a definite killjoy for Lerisha, and nobody won the bet.

Author's Note

the cliffs at both ends of each circle go by two names depending on which direction one is going. if it's up, it's the ascent into [circle] and down is the descent into [circle].