Chapter II, Purity

Some say that the Diablerie Hutch was the worst place of them all. The containment for the most hideous things that ever walked the surface of this land. The most twisted ones. The most unstable ones. Perhaps that was the case. Perhaps magic users were vile and depraved, deranged and mostly insane. Looking however from this angle, it would be hard to believe so. They had it even worse than those living on the streets. If shining knives were popular amongst the citizens of Candy Kingdom, here, they were basically flying around constantly. With no guards in the borders of this isolated ghetto, with no rules that needed to be held, there were no boundaries. And since people here had very little, taking from someone was a natural course of action. In the middle of all this, Marceline and Finn walked around, trying to blend in as much as possible. The vampire had it all covered, the man however grew up to be quite the giant, so even the rags they dressed him in, hardly masked his appearance. It was a good thing that wizards themselves came in different shapes and sizes, otherwise, they would be doomed.

"So, any ideas?"

"Yeah." The man said and he covered his face even more so as they passed by a group of old folks in robes. He knew that he put most of them into this place. One glimpse at his face and someone will probably want to take his revenge, one way or another. "Obviously I do."

"And that would be?

"Cantina." He smirked. "You always find your answers when alcohol is involved."

He pointed at a square building in the distance. Once it served as a warehouse it would seem, but now, with the neon flashing sign right above it's entrance, it was meant to fulfill different purposes. Different desires. The 'Guardian Angel' was the only place in which the people of this Glob forsaken hole could feel at least somewhat safe. A place where they could forget about some problems, if only for a little while. A place where they spend the rest of petty cash they either scrubbed from someone or, more likely, someone's body. As the two entered the place, even more neon lights sprouted in their direction. Everything glittered, everything shined.

"Bah." Marceline whispered. "It's bright."

"Yeah." Finn looked somewhere in the distance. "What did you expected? In a shit hole like this Hutch, you need a place with a lot of lights and brightness. Makes you want to stay longer. And drink more."

"Knowledge from experience?"

He ignored her remark, as they went further in. Aside from the bar in the corner and the numerous tables made from barrels and old boxes, there were also poles on which some of the magic fiends shook their bodies around. There was obviously the one that the place was named after, spinning around the metal pipe, sprouting her wings whenever anyone paid closer attention to her. There always was someone who stopped by. Someone in need of fake love. And she gave plenty of that, as she leaned towards, as she bend her frame vigorously. People in this place apparently hardly cared with what they're dealing with. Each time the lights blinked, for a brief second, the Angel could be seen in it's real form. And it was hardly a sight to gaze upon for too long. Other poles were also occupied, by three dancing witches. As their ribbons floated around their slick silhouettes, as their hair waved playfully, as they smiled cheerfully towards others, one would seem that they bring a lot of joy to visitors. Obviously, they did just that, as everyone that died in their clutches in the backrooms, always died with a smile on their faces. Everyone knew that. Hardly anyone cared. And there was always someone brave enough that believed that he can tame the beast. That he can bend the beast. Either that, or someone desperate enough to have his final moment of happiness before he'll face the inevitable oblivion.

"Charming..."
Marceline said as they walked towards the bar. The girls constantly looked at her and smirked, blinking at her with every given opportunity. Two of the witches even mangled together in a lustful hug, as they began to kiss one another right in front of her. They apparently knew her tastes in company very well. Should the circumstances were different, perhaps she would be temped to try some activities with them. She was hard to tame as well and her teeth bite just as hard as those of a Fruit Witch. She especially liked the one with the with the dark, short hair. She had a cute butt. Still, business before pleasantries. The one serving the liquors was quite familiar. A blind goblin, who's beard scrubbed the counter constantly. Despite the fact that his eye sockets were empty, he was quite agile in serving the drinks around. Perhaps the reason for this was the very fact, that every bottle, despite it's labeling, had the same crap poured in. No one cared what he'll drink tonight, as long as it will help him forget for a little while. Xergiok sensed their presence almost instantly. The way he sniffed with his nose indicated, that he also acknowledged the real identity of the man before him. Still, he hardly seem to care. Coins were coins after all and from whose hands they will come, that hardly mattered.

"So. Came 'ere to be spanked by my liquors, eh?" He shook his head. "Feel free. Have the cash, name your poison."

"We're actually here for..."

"...the worst thing you have. Just try to make the glass clean."

Finn interrupted her almost instantly. As the goblin turned away, he simply shook his head. In a place like that, you need to wadge questions with much precision. Not only that, you need to know when exactly you want to ask them. It was an art of it's own. With years that passed, he learned that very well. She? Perhaps still, deep inside, she wanted to believe that she can just trust people around and ask simple things, only to get simple answers. This world however was far beyond that. The goblin finally came with drinks that would look almost like urine, if not for their bit brighter color. They luckily tasted a bit better then that.

"Tasteful, yes? Spanked your intestines? Then pay up."

The man tossed a bunch of coins on the counter. The goblin's wrinkled hands quickly took all of them. As he counted and palpated them carefully, he now knew for sure, that someone who pays that much, must come from beyond this bloody place. Either that, or he has a lot of blood on his hands already.

"Finn." He whisper, when he was sure that no one listens in. "I never assumed that you'll come around this shit hole, huh? Your conscious struck in?"

"No. We're here because of a..."

"...murder?" The goblin began to laugh. It was both honest and bitter. "Everyday numerous die."

"We're here about the Ice King - Simon."

"Aaaah." Xergiok shrugged. "He's no different than others. Still. He had it easier. He was more insane than others. In his world it's like a blessing, you know?" He grinned with his yellow teeth. "He probably didn't even knew what killed him, he probably didn't even knew that he's dead until his heart stopped beating, maybe he didn't even feel the pain, you know? Or maybe he did and enjoyed it? He was like a child in the mist, hah-ah!"

When Marceline heard that, she slowly began to boil inside. She did cared after all. She did remembered after all. And now, all she wanted to do was to strangle this little pitiful creature for even speaking such atrocities. Luckily for him, Finn was there to both tap her on the shoulder and to ask the much needed questions.

"So, you know who did it?"

"Nope. But I know two that do. Pat and those lustful ladies here." He chuckled. "At least I assume they're that way. They never let me touch them, ah-hah!" The goblin smirked. He never had issues with selling others out, when it meant he will earn something on the side. But then again, no one in this place had. "That's worth a coin around, eh, eh?"

"Thanks Xergiok." Finn said as he placed yet another coin on the table and grinned. "And you know. 'See' you around."

The goblin chuckled despite the cruel nature of this joke, as he swiftly began to serve others, hardly caring about the two at this point. He received his payment, therefore nothing else could be gained from them. The two needed to counsel some things on the side.

"So." Marceline took a deep breath. "I'll deal with the witches. You take the party dude?"

"Right." He nodded slightly, taking the last sip. "Met up here in an hour. Don't get yourself killed."

"You too Finny."

He agreed and quickly came out of the place. He found Pat near the dumpsters outside. His slim silhouette stood by the wall, as the smoke from his cigarette poured throughout the alley. Whatever time did to him, it surely wasn't pleasant. The fur on his body was matted and twisted, with numerous cut out parts. His clothes were hardly hip nowadays and his eyes twitched in every possible direction. The dots on his arms indicated that he did more than drink those days. However he called himself now, it surely haven't got a lot in common with parties. When he saw this bulky man going straight in, he quickly put out the smoke and prepared to jump right at him.

"Whoah, easy there." Finn tried to calm him down. "Easy, easy."

"What you came for here, huh?" He swirled his cane around. It could be considered quite stylish, if it wasn't for it's head, clearly glued with duck tape. "Huh?"

"Just some information."

"Those are pricy nowadays, chap."

"How pricy?"

He shrugged and lightened up his cigarette again. It was for the better perhaps, as at least the smoke that came from within it killed the stench of nearby garbage. Finn still waited patiently, yet the bear remained silent. Perhaps his mind was too far gone, perhaps he was that way nowadays. Hard to tell. Either way, a job is a job.

"So..." The man tried to be friendly. "What happened to you either way?"

"Many things."

"Like?"

"You know..." He looked at him. "Step on wrong's bloke foot and you're magical all of a sudden." His eyes widened. "Wait, wait, wait."

The senses seemed to return into his head. And for that matter, so did his memories. It would seem that deep inside his mind, there are still some paths he could follow. And the one he was currently on indicated, that the one responsible for his poor state stood right before him. Was it true? Hard to tell. His mind could play tricks on him. There was a chance that it was true however. Finn lost count how many he put in charge and for what exactly.

"Well you know the rules chap. Before you talk to the chief..." He swirled his cane once again in a mesmerizing matter. "...you have to party with the chief!"

He rushed in and tried to stab the man. Finn repelled his attacks with ease, as his huge sword swung back and forth. Pat was like a slippery snake however. He used his little staff with much precision, swirling around it, dodging attacks, at times even sliding under his opponent's legs. Normally, the man would just cut him down without remorse. One less trash to worry about. Still, this one was needed alive, so he tried to keep him that way, as his steel arm did it's best to catch him that way...

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The witch swirled right in front of Marceline's face. She did all she could to catch the pale girl's attention, as she bend her body before her, as she stroked every precise and firm curve, as her smooth body glittered, both due to the lighting and the drips of sweat that slowly slide down. At first, the vampire tried to pretend she doesn't care. Still, willingly or not, she couldn't help herself but to stare. It was quite some time since she got some love. It hardly matter if she'd had to pay for it now.

"So honey..." She said as she made another spin. "Interested in a bit of fun?"

"Maybe." The girl grinned and leaned towards her. "Depends on the fun itself."

"Oh, I assure you, I have a lot in stock for you, bad girl..." She put the pole in between her breasts, as she slide up and down. Up and down. Now that was quite the sight. "...question is, are you willing?"

"Speaking of questions, I have few of them for you, still..." She looked at the two, firm shapes. "...I think we can do something beyond that as well."

And with the last slide, she jumped down and scratched the vampire on her pale chin. Not hesitating even a second longer, she grabbed her hand and dragged backstage, into one of the separate rooms. It looked quite obscure and silly, yet Marceline could hardly blame the witch for that. We all want our special place. The bed was shaped like a heart and numerous posters were glued onto the walls. There were even a few depictions of Bonnibel thrown here and there, with hearts around them. Actually, everyone in her posters had hearts around their heads. The place was unnaturally bright and colorful. A weird thing, considering that the host enjoyed having blood on her hands. Guess everyone has some innocence to hide.

"Don't think I don't know who you are." She locked the door behind her. "Because, I do know."

"Oh?"

"I also know what you want from me." The girl swooped off her top and began to play with her bosoms. "So let's make an exchange."

"All ears."

"Let's have a bit of fun. I'll tell you what you need to know afterward."

"Heard that there's no afterward, since you kill people."

"First off." She stepped closer and revealed her body before her. "Only those that don't satisfy me. I guess that won't be the case with you." The witch leaned before her, exposing her round attributes. "Secondly. I'm not that stupid to try and best a fiend like you."

She turned her back on her and slowly walked towards the closed, shaking with her hips from left to right to further tease her newly found 'friend'. As she opened the thing, the vampire could spot numerous accessories of various uses.

"So... What you're into? We have all. Like to scratch your skin a little?" She grabbed a small whip and hit the palm of her hand. "Or maybe you'd like to feel like a man?" She tapped on some long and hard contraptions of different shapes and sizes. "Hm? I'd only assume that the vampire queen would like it rough, hm?"

"I'd prefer it without the... gadgets."

"I see. Your fingers will do the talking? Fine."

Without further delay, they began their share of entertainment. The witch was the one that expected to be served this time around, and Marceline? Well, she wanted to grab some fun while it lasted as well. They kissed and their tongues raveled around themselves. It was no sweet scent, she could tell that for a fact, still, her taste was nice as well. Like apple and cinnamon. Close enough. As their mouths detached, she came lower to the two wondrous hills that she enjoyed looking at so much. She strayed around them, but in her mind, only thing she could do was to compare. They were nice, yes. Juicy? Perhaps. Soft? One of the softest probably. Still. That wasn't it. Something was missing. She decided to go lower once again, as her fingernails drove into her companion's skin, leaving thin, red marks. As her slick fingers began their play, for a brief moment she felt relief. She could focus on doing just that. Like playing a guitar. All about hitting the right notes. Something tangled in her mind however. Something was wrong. As she looked up briefly on the walls surrounding her, she saw Bonnibel staring at her. Even if she wasn't there, she judged her, huh? Even when she was in her own cellar somewhere far away, she still gazed at her doings, Not this time Bonnie, she thought to herself. Not this time. No, I'm free today, I'm free here, you never wanted to come with me, fine, but don't judge me ever, ever again! Her tongue was let out, as it furiously raveled like an eel. She bit on the witches thighs furiously, leaving numerous marks of her teeth. She wasn't gentle. The magic thing hardly opposed however, as she moaned her cheerful tunes up above. The vampire's slick tool finally hit the spot. There was no love in her moves, there was hardly any kind of feelings in her doings. No sweet scent to fallow up this act. No blissful words to fallow up her efforts. Just pure desire, pure lust. No, on the second thought – there was nothing pure about it. Within one of the slips, she stopped, just to mount her prey. The magical being hardly opposed, as the vampire queen tangled their legs like a pair of shreds. She hardly opposed as the pale one moved swiftly, as she drove her fingernails into her skin, as she closed her eyes only to avoid the posters surrounding her. The witch hardly cared, as she hardly cared about anyone but herself. Therefore she couldn't even see the tears sliding down the pale cheeks. She couldn't see that each move the girl made, came not from her lust but from her fury. She couldn't see anything beside the neon colors, as the warm wave passed by her body. When it was all over, both of them lied on the bed. One of them was quite pleased, as she gasped for air constantly.

"Well... I can clearly see why... you are the queen..."

"And your part of the deal?"

"Old... Giovanni warehouses. Go there... They're... locked down tho... You... will need someone with a pass... to avoid the... guards..."

She nodded and dressed up, leaving the wearied down witch on her bed. She felt dirty for some reason. Almost as if something inside of her broke. Or was it broken before she even came into this place? Was it broken so long ago that she forgot it was that way? Not that it mattered in the longer run. Not that anyone will judge her. Not that anyone will even care about what happened here. Not in the new Candy Kingdom. No one is pure here anymore. She may as well stop to act that way.