Morviack - Book Draft

I am in the process of writing 3 books. Here is a draft for the beginning of this book:

Morviack sat on the edge of the abyss inhaling the sulfur and rotten burning flesh. He was happy to be away from his master and enjoyed the freedom granted to him for this short period of time. He found his assignments simple and enjoyable. Messing with human lives was a joy to Morviack. It would take him 2 days to get to his assigned victim, his heart beat with anticipation. Morviack especially loved the holy men he got assigned to corrupt. Their soured souls tasted like bliss.
He stood up and proceeded to walk through the layers of hell towards his destination. He loved going to Washington DC which was also known as the belly of the beast. His assignment was to collect a debt on a debtor and remind his intended victim about the agreement that was made. Two days would be enough time for him to allow the lesser demons to torment John Ashton. Morviack thought on how he should persuade his victim to make good on his agreement. John Ashton was a man who sold his soul to become a well known professional Jazz saxophonist but started playing in churches and began turning his back on his debt. Corrupting his victim would be exciting. What was more exciting was the thought of destroying the church that John Ashton attended. He would use John to rip the church apart at the seams. Morviack all ready new the pastor’s wife found John Ashton attractive and John secretly fantasized about her. That would seem like the most likely rout Morviack would take, if that did not work out there were other things he could do.
Morviack began changing shapes as he walked. First a young Asian girl in a Sunday dress, then a young black teen age male, an elderly Jewish lady, a drug addicted Mexican hooker with tracks going up her arm, a transvestite white male, then finally into the pastors wife, a sexy middle aged black woman dressed in her Sunday best with just enough flesh showing to hint at an undercover freak. He was a shape changer and enjoyed exploring different forms he could take. He passed other demons as he walked acknowledging them with a head node. Every once and a while he would pass demons dragging a poor unfortunate soul to hell to burn in the eternal fire.
Worm holes that were made up of wind demons that resembled twisters moved from place to place stretching from the abyss to different points on the earth. That is the way demons were able to get around quickly and mass on a certain area of the earth. Morviack smiled as he watched the poor souls scream in anguish as they went unwillingly down the worm holes to the pits of hell. Each wind demon touching the soul guiding it down to its final destination. There was nothing like watching a soul ripped from a body, the threads of life trying to hold on to the earthly shell. Morviack had to do that more than once in his lifetime to an unwilling human and looked forward to doing it again. He wondered how the lesser demons were playing with John Ashton.