As the interview with the Demon and the denizens of his Dungeon goes live, the battle against the undead to the north comes to a close. It is a time that many would say would be good for taking a nice rest, and enjoying the fruits of one's labors. But it is not in the nature of a dungeon to remain stagnant, and once more the Demon seeks to tempt others into his domain for his own purposes, offering bait impossible to resist: an inside view of how a dungeon floor is constructed. But will the 'observers' be willing to pay the price to get access to a new floor's construction?
Mandatory Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of it should be attempted in the real world. None of this should be taken as even tacit approval or support of the actions portrayed herein. This is a story about a rotten bastard who gains power to take bastardry to a new level, and absolutely doesn't care what society thinks of him. This story contains gore, cursing, sex, and all kinds of nasty shit. If you have triggers, consider this your warning.