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Chapter 36: Plans, Good and Bad

Loona called in at work to say she was sick.

While that would have been a good reason to spend time with her, that turned out to not be the case when Blitzo 'kindly asked' (more like coerced by threatening to set fire to my business) to be the hellhound's substitute for the day. Now, there was nothing wrong in helping one of my girlfriends with this kind of situation, yet I would have preferred to be there to cuddle up with her rather than be forced to keep things simple and merely read developments through the messages Molly and Loona were sending me. Most of those were chill ones, but a couple of those suggested some saucy ones in the near future.

And while that would have still been an acceptable way to try and ingratiate Blitzo in finally dating his adopted daughter without getting cock-blocked like this, the situation took a whole new level of troublesome in the form of someone else that was called in to handle the lengthy list of work contracts that were coming up in this time of the month. So, with Blitzo and Millie already out to handle the first wave of assassinations, there was just Moxxie (which was currently busy handling paperwork at Blitzo's office) and another individual that had been left behind to 'keep me some company'.

"Hmm, you look upset. Did the 'boss' keep you from checking your sick furry friend?" A familiar voice asked as Sallie May had decided to take a seat by the reception area… right over the counter.

"More like he prevented me but not the others to check on her," I hummed flatly, getting Milly's sister to laugh at this.

"That's some fun double standard. I guess he really has a bit of a dislike for any guys getting too close and fancy with his 'baby girl'," Sallie remarked mirthfully. "And I bet he said nothing when the other girls are happily going to fuck each other into a wet mess."

I sighed. "They are not going to fuck Loona." Yet.

"Aww… Well, that would be incredibly kinky. Which would be ground for some revenge sex. Sorta."

I frowned hard at that and Sallie giggled. "See? You're so easy to fluster up. I bet you are even waiting for some naughty pics to come up soon."

"...Are you planning to just keep around so you can see them too?" I inquired with an accusatory glance, which seemed to work as Sallie paused and gave me a surprised look.

"I- uh… Maybe?"

I didn't press on it, preferring to let the awkward silence persist out to keep Sallie quiet for a while. I was expecting her to just zone out as I waited for someone else to call and send her out, but I was surprised when she managed to muster up enough composure to speak up again.

"A-Also, I was thinking of that thing the girls have brought up to me. You know, trying with a date to 'charm you up'."

I frowned again, this time more curious on what the girls have done in that regard and-

"And I was thinking that it isn't that much of a bad idea. Ya know, trying to stick by what ma told me about men and… trying to get ya by your belly by cooking ya something," She elaborated with a slight hint of nervousness in her voice. "So, how about I invite ya to my flat for next week? Date and all, nothing too kinky or skimpy?"

"Are you asking me out, Sallie May?" I summarized that entire explanation in a single question and the girl stammered a bit at that.

"Y-Yeah? I think that wasn't that difficult for ya to get… right?"

That's actually pretty cute.

One thing I had noticed just barely and only now I was seeing full force was that, beyond that big mask of bravado and sexual awareness, Sallie wasn't exactly 'experienced' in handling that kind of heat first hand. Sure, her smooth talking would suggest she had some experience, but it wouldn't take much after interacting with her for a while to know that's just a facade she put on to appear better than others. And she was slowly letting go of that around me. Mostly because I wasn't making it appear that big of a deal. And the teasing that came from me was nothing short of mere poking at her 'silliness'.

"Not really, I just wanted to hear you say it bluntly rather than go around with cryptic offers," I rebuked, leaving her a bit perplexed, but nonetheless delighted by the positive response. "Also, I believe Molly sent me the first saucy pic of the day."

That seemed to be enough to snap Sallie out of her unease, to the point where she actually vaulted over the counter and gave me a pleading look.

"Can I… please?"

I sighed. "A glance. Nothing more."

That looked to be enough to get her to nod, and what she was bestowed with seemed to be enough to get her stiff down below. It wasn't a full erection, but he sure pitched a tent through her mini-shorts with that half-flaccid state. Her eyes widened when Sallie saw Mollie in one of the skimpiest nurses outfits one could imagine one wearing. Especially when it highlighted her thiccness and curves through the fact it was a bit too small on her. It was the confirming truth that Sallie wasn't exactly a 'tough cookie' beyond all that barking.

And that it was going to be an interesting detail to keep track of the moment that date came up and I could get the chance to see 'how much' shy the girl was when in an intimate situation. I didn't expect it to go too far. Not with how quick to arousal the girl was at just a naughty but overall 'ecchi' sight. The little moment was interrupted when the phone started to ring, and I picked up the handle while moving my own phone away much to the girl's dismay.

"Immediate Murder Professionals, how may we help you?" I inquired calmly, listening to the request and nodding. "I see, we will see one of our specialists at once. The job will be completed as messily as you request."

The handle went down and I looked up at Sallie, the girl having crossed her arms under her small breasts. "What?

"New job, close quarters, kill an entire pub." Someone got beaten to death by all members for a stupid joke at the 'wrong table' and at the 'wrong place'.

Her eyes widened as a giddy look appeared on her face. "Can I burn them up?"

"Only if you can make it explode too. The client wants to set a bloody message out."

She was ecstatic at the leeway, and swiftly went out to find Moxxie and get sent to destination. Ignoring the fact that she had popped a boner both because of the picture and because of her current job. And from the 'masculine' screech from Blitzo's office, I could tell Moxxie may have noticed the hard-on first thing as she walked in the office.

Sallie May was sassy yes, but also a bit of an airhead in some instances...

The office had grown darker in colors in the last few decades, and its owner knew that the dispassionate nature of that was tied to the events that led to his prestige loss.

A sigh, then a huff, finally a pained groan as he forced the weakened spine of his to stand right as he handled some of the paperwork left for the day. It was difficult to play the 'decadent noble' act and enjoy it. The loneliness felt upsetting even as the owner was once a prestigious element of society that hardly cared for his servants and their plights. He was a cunning dealer, a masterful gambler, and a cruel master to those that were unlucky enough to dare him in bets. He was great, he was once considered as the closest monster to Lucifer in terms of power- but that illusion shattered when his most ambitious plan came falling apart due to his own family.

Furfur was not exactly sure how he could have mistook the odds he had been facing. Then again, losing was never in his blood. And he should have known that it would have come back haunting him somehow. Alastor had some power over fortune, but it was limited by deals. He was 'weak' enough to be subjugated before he had a chance to become a problem. Nestor should have been as easy to manipulate- with gifts and care, he would have fallen and Furfur would have picked him up. He would have been a finer puppet, but that notion worked also as a foe.

He was incredible.

Despite its humanity, Nestor's luck was nothing short of cleverly-activated and tremendously-precise in its intent. He didn't know it existed, he wasn't even aware that, in his life, many dangerous elements had been waived through some interesting developments. Even when he lost his eye during the war in the Pacific, even Nestor could tell that something was off when the attack should have claimed a bit more than just his eye.

Maybe he had suspected that there was something off with his luck, but never could he have imagined the extent it stretched for. He was blessed with incredible luck and it had been enough that, together with Alastor's help and his own physical abilities, he managed to do it- to beat a noble demon from the original pillars and stop a demonic invasion in the process.

Frustration and Pride. Never once before that day Furfur thought he would have felt both at the same time. Truth be told, he never expected his most unruly son to become the one he favored the most only because of his cunning skills. It was him- that mind, that cautious nature! It was Furfur's own mindset. And to see it in someone that hardly resembled him just put an odd feeling in his guts. It made him feel glad that it had been him.

Had it been some preachy old moron that wanted to flaunt God's might here and there- that would have been quite infuriating. But the fact it all came down to a family-only clash left him delighted. All in all, it confirmed his suspicions regarding his plans: one of his kids did hold the power to eventually become the strongest. And if not them, one of their successors.

It just felt interesting that it was someone with less demonic blood in their veins, or at least early on. Alan's current potential was activated the moment he started to get influenced by Hell and it highlighted where he went wrong with Alastor when he turned him in the Radio Demon. Not only the process Alan went through was more natural and thus allowed his body to properly stabilize to the demonic energy, but it was also without any 'limitation', like the one Furfur put on Alastor. The more he studied the matter, the more he realized that Alastor and Nestor's combined luck factors had gone out of their way to not only influence the short-term effect of that whole event, but they also set him up for defeat much earlier to Nestor's arrival.

He had thought of giving Alastor's some freedom after a while, but was worried he would have betrayed him. He had been seen to enslave his younger son out of caution when, in truth, that was the small piece that triggered the ensuing domino effect. He had played himself, all because he had been 'unlucky' enough to ignore the red flags that were rising up from that matter. And then his glorious plan to become greater than God failed. Immensely so.

From renowned to forsaken, from grand to despicable. It had been expected that a failed rebellion would have made his life harder, but he had been winning so much that he didn't see how that would have happened to him. And now he was there, alone, and trying to get his business afloat through as many favors and deals he could manage with his weakened reputation. And now that Alan was there? Now there was much for him to do in that regard. Much to rebuild, much to plot and… maybe a lot in thinking how to plan things out considering how things went last time.

Just thinking of that had him scratching onto his upper chest with his right hand, the feeling of scars itching again as the wounds left behind by Nestor's holy pellets were now aching as they did back when he first got struck by those.

One can only wonder how his long-dead child is doing in heaven...

Multiple eyes stared at a single orb at once. Normally, many beings were known to have numerous pairs of these when they were beasts of certain caliber or demons of great kind, but the owner of such an unforgiving gaze was currently peering with inhuman perception and intrigue. A single smile spread all over the floating mouths and a lone thought cracked through the aspect of boredom He had subjected Himself to.

The time was almost there, it was not a matter for Him to take the next step and secure the most entertaining event He had been part of since the biblical developments that shaped Earth as a whole. It all now depended on setting up the casus belli and getting things started. He had to have a pair of 'trusting eyes' on the ground and, He just had an idea to get that through with minimal effort.

A single command, that's what was needed to get a single angel to stray from their duty and reach Him with incredible humbleness and joy. A faithful subordinate of His through and through that was just perfect for the task He had conjured for the occasion.

"Father, I come to You," A suave and feminine voice claimed, a pleasant smile on her face as she greeted the quiet deity.

"Jophiel, my child. I need you to do something for Me."

And the Angel of Beauty and Wisdom listened, curious as she wondered what kind of interesting fellow managed to get God's attention and intrigue. Since he was stuck in hell, perhaps a demon? Or maybe a sinner? So many questions and her curiosity, close to Azazel's own but devoid of his folly, endeared her to delve deeper into that aspect of the demonic realm she was soon sent to.

For God's word gave her strength and worth.

AN

Setting things up for multiple events soon to happen at once. Jophiel is a real angel, and I have a reference pic for her which will be available on QQ once she makes a full appearance and…

Also do go and check the Deviantart Account of Smolhauz/Tinyhouse1 as he drew two Alan pics (both with his mask on) which I find quite well-made, just like the rest of the art.

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