After a quiet, pained groaned, he bounced his weight on his feet a few times, hopefully getting some blood flowing away from his dick -- if that was even how blood worked in his afterlife body -- before he jogged after them. And hey, his feet didn't hurt much anymore. Silver lining.

"I don't suppose I could get some clothes?" he asked. "I dunno, just... something so I'm not naked?"

"Ha. Yeah, maybe. You'll only be painting more of a target on your back, but I suppose if you're with us, any other demons who see us will just think you're a betrayer from a distance. Some demons let their...