The Following is a work of Fanfiction and M+ Rated for Mature Audiences! Contains offensive humor, intense violence, and Horny Demons! AND ABSOLUTE PHYSICAL ABUSE AND RAPE! SO YEAH, THIS IS NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN!

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Moth King Saga!: Not All Demons Need Help!

He's dead… he's dead…" The lady far from the kitchen table cried for her late husband. He had died from sickness, but she wasn't there to confirm it.

There was only one person who was there.

A child.

His own son, who only spent the last minute of their time outside in his ranch.

"What am I gonna do…!? How are we gonna get through this…!? I can't stay here with… that- Demon!" She yelled repeatedly while ripping out her photo album.

Standing behind the wall was her child. He was witnessing the sorrow for her husband.

She wasn't the only one in mourning.

The child couldn't really stand seeing his mother in mourning in the kitchen. Immediately, he grabbed a hold of his mother from behind. She stopped from the surprise. It was finally settled from her son's warmth.

He started to share his mother's tears about losing his father. He remembered his last words before he died, and he is willing to give it to the world.

"It's alright, Mama!" young Hughes cheered her up. "As long as we have love, as long as we're smiling everyday, everything will be okay!"

Hughes encouraged his father's last words to heart.

But it wasn't enough.

"... Mama…?" Hughes was stunned by being pushed by his own mother.

"Get the fuck away from me!" She yelled.

Hughes was shocked by the language she said. Hughes stood there petrified. A mother like her, a mother who was once a nun, who left the house of God, had committed something no mother should ever do.

"Mama… what's-"

"Shut Up!" Hughes' mother yelled. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" She continued outbursting her anger. "I SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT THE HOUSEHOLD! I SHOULD NEVER MARRIED HIM! AND I SHOULD NEVER HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO YOU!" Hughes' mother has listed every mistake she had made.

"Mama, please… you shouldn't say things like that…" Hughes didn't care being pushed away. All he wanted was to put a smile on everyone including his mother who is in deep despair. "Remember what you've said… No mother should ever curse her unborn child… a child is a blessing- BEHOLD, CHILDREN ARE A HERITAGE FROM THE LORD, THE FRUIT OF THE WOMB A REWARD-" Hughes spill out the bible verse his mother say every night before his birth. "That's what you said-"

"You're no blessing… You're a pit of despair…" She said with an expressionless face.

Hughes struggled escaping from her mother's strength. He is completely stuck on the ground.

"You're not my son…" She explained without remorse.

Hughes' eyes widened from his mother's left side.

"Mama… Mama…!" He struggled.

"You're a curse…." Slowly, she brought the kitchen knife as she tried to explain.

"You're no child of God…"

"Mama…!"

"You're a Demon!"

Hughes' right eye looked closely from the horrific sight of what was approaching.

"... He who Sins is of the Devil… For the Devil… Has sinned from the beginning…!"

"No-AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Happy Hotel

Hughes once again screamed out of his head. He repeatedly screamed without control.

Finally, he settled down.

He took deeper breaths from the tragedy Hughes has been going through. Hughes started to cry after the despair. A nightmare like that really triggered his PTSD.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Ah!"

Hughes jumped out of bed and fell on the floor.

He did not expect Charlie inside his room.

Where did she come from?

Was she just standing there the whole time?

Hughes has really caught off guard.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asked the undressed cat from the floor.

"W-w-w-why are here!?" Hughes started to feel so embarrassed.

A princess who just casually stood there watching Hughes sleeping, is no way how a princess should be doing; especially when he is undressed.

Hughes covered half of himself.

Charlie looked at the scars and the mechanics Hughes has on him.

"I heard you were screaming…" Charlie got closer. "The whole night… you were mumbling, screaming, and even crying." Hughes backed up himself from Charlie.

Charlie is clearly taking up his personal space.

It's not that she's afraid of her, it's the fact that Charlie may be clueless.

This is really uncomfortable.

"I-I-I Just have… nightmares. That's all." Hughes looked away.

"... Hughes."

"Charlie!" Vaggie entered the room. "Why are you barging in people's rooms!? He's clearly naked!" Vaggie grabbed Charlie far from the naked cat.

Hughes' ears twitched from the defensive girlfriend.

"Hughes' had a nightmare," Charlie tries to explain. "So I went inside, checked up on him, and observed his condition." Charlie explained breaking and entering.

"That's not how it should be resolved, Hon!" Vaggie doesn't agree to the conditions.

"Um… I'm sorry to interrupt you two…" Hughes was still looking away from the two women. "But… can I please… start getting ready for the day…" The atmosphere got awkward.

The two of them started to realize they were still in Hughes' room.

Vaggie grabbed Charlie out of the room.

"Uh, there's breakfast at the dining room," Charlie informed the short agenda. "Afterwards, come by the sharing circle whenever you're ready." Vaggie finally got Charlie out of the room.

"Uh… Thank you!" Hughes yelled after they left.

As the two demon women got out of the room, Vaggie started to give Charlie a personal lecture of what not to do when a person is yelling. Then it became a whole warning of being clingy with Hughes' who happened to be an associate of The Radio Demon.

"Don't get so attached to him, Hon." Vaggie being worried. "Whether he may be having problems or not, let's not forget Alastor brought him here."

"C'mon, Vaggie, have some trust." Charlie understands the situation. "I clearly understand what you're saying, but you should have seen him." Charlie looked back at the room. "He was crying the whole night, Vaggie. This is exactly why I wanted to help Sinners in Hell. And if I can't help him, then that just goes against what I believe in. I can't just stand aside and just let them go without help."

Charlie has been making this rehabilitation program for a long time. Most of the people of Hell doubted Charlie's program because it is impossible for someone to rehabilitate Sinners and cross over. However, there had been some good cause for the Happy Hotel. Both Sinners and Demons come in for just rehab; They want to overcome their addictions and start off fresh living in Hell.

"Even if you say that…" Vaggie didn't want to say it, but might as well. "What if… he doesn't want to crossover?" Vaggie spill out the outcome. "We had clients come in and they're only here for rehability. This guy may not want to crossover."

"... Vaggie, I already committed to that." Charlie holds onto Vaggie's hand. "I swore to myself long ago when I opened this place. If I can't get them to the other side, It doesn't mean I will ignore their pleading. Hughes' may or may not want to cross over, but he still needs our help." Charlie finished her oath.

"... Just… Please be more professional about this."

"Yes!"

…

The spider was being called up front from Charlie. Angel started getting dressed for the day. His usual tux and skirt are more casual than any other clothes. Before he could even get dressed, Angel was looking at himself in the mirror thinking about the horror he had experienced last night. No matter how many times it happens it keeps haunting him.

Being raped every day is something no one should ever get used to.

Angel tries patching up his bruises from last night.

Angel wanted to cried from what his boss had told him.

Any more of Cherri's rampage intervening Valentino's plans will just make things worse. Angel fears what Valentino will do to him and her.

"I… don't know what to do, Nuggies." Angel talked to his demon pig. "I don't want to lose Cherri… and I don't want Val to get mad…" Angel started to shake.

Angel needs time to think.

Instead of being victimized, Angel must bear his burden.

No one should be in his business.

Angel finally finished up.

All the bruises were finally patched with makeup and bandages.

Angel has to take precautions with his audience. No one should know what happens to him.

"Let's boost things up." Angel said inhaling his drug after leaving his room.

Angel stepped out of the elevator fixing his gloves. In his way was Alastor singing in the hallway of the first floor.

"What'cha smiling for, Smiles?" Angel asked happily.

"Why, I am waiting for a good friend coming from the top floor, my effeminate fellow!" Alastor was excited for his associate.

"A friend? You?" Angel mocking Alastor for having friends.

"Yes, a good friend of mine I met from Imp City." Alastor talks about his associate.

"So, what? Are you trying to fuck him over like you do with Husk?" Angel recollected Alastor's associates.

"Hahaha, like i'd ever do that to him!" Alastor said amusingly. "No, he's something more interesting! And he's going to make Hell far more interesting than any Sinners out there!"

"Jesus, Smiles, are you dick-riding or just being straight kissing ass?" Angel caught in confusion. "Just what's so great about this guy?"

"Hehehehe," Alastor laughing with his shadow friends from the other side.

Alastor laughed and Angel just walked out of the hallway.

"It was quite a struggle, Darling." Alastor stopped Angel from walking away. "It's quite inferior, having to live through the same thing everyday, and not even asking for someone to solve your problems." Alastor brought up last night's problem.

"... I don't need anyone's help, Smile's." Angel trying to show off his goods. "Rather than having help, they needed my help fulfilling their fantasies!" Angel being a poser. "All they need is to pay for me to give them love! I take pride in being a pornstar and probably the best hooker out there!" Angel really has his hopes of being the raising cane in Hell.

Alastor looked deeply into the fake smile Angel is putting up.

Angel's body is at its worst since the cleansing.

All the Overlords are at their worst.

The two of them had finished talking. Angel walked away from the topic until he bumped into something from the ground.

"Oh, excuse me," Angel looked down on his long legs and down below him was a cat.

"Oh~ And who you might-"

"Hey! You're the pretty spider from before!" Hughes recognized the tall Sinner.

Angel does not remember the little cat.

"Sorry, smalls." Angel apologies. "Unfortunately, I don't remember any cat's." Angel Dust leaned in closer. "But I gotta say, you're hella cute despite your busted ear and eye." Angel started to flirt with Hughes.

Hughes looked at Angel being all happy and flirtatious.

However, there was something about Angel's smile that got his fur raised.

"Angel, this little guy here is Hughes! He's been quite the entertainer for me and all of Hell!" Alastor introduced Hughes to Angel Dust who seemed to not remember. "We've been on terms since the aftermath of the Extermination! Not only is he darn right cute, but he is ferocious on the inside!" Alastor complimenting Hughes personality.

"Is it really necessary to say that?" Hughes felt awkward.

Hughes' looks cute but very awkward.

"... This little guy right here… is your friend?" Angel looked at the suited cat who looks pathetic than any lower Sinners and Demons of Hell.

"Well, it's obvious you're running out of people to do your doing, Smiles." Angel making fun of the two Sinners. "I'm gonna go enjoy the food before we do this sharing circle!" Angel walked away, finally.

Alastor looked at Hughes who was a little down; Hughes' ears were completely down.

"I can't believe he forgot about me…" Hughes fell into depression. "After giving him the bag, he doesn't remember that?" Hughes was starting to have a mental breakdown. Luckily, Alastor saved him from the breakdown.

"Don't mind him, Hughes." Alastor petted Hughes' head. "From what he's been doing he can rarely remember anyone he encounters.

Okay, so Angel doesn't remember Hughes. Surely because it really had been a long time since they met. Though Angel Dust may not remember Hughes, at least Hughes knows Angel isn't doing alright. From the way he was trying to express his feelings inside rather than out, Hughes can tell Angel is still in pain. In fact, running through the analysis has made more sense of why he is hurting from the inside.

Name: Anthony

Alias: Angel Dust

Gender: Male

Species: Human/Sinner

Cause of Death: Drug Overdose

Occupation:

-Fomer Mafia

-Gay

-Porn Star

-Drag Queen

-Sex Worker

Threat Level: Sweet But Deadly

"Come on," Alastor led the way to the dining room. "It's no good getting ready with an empty stomach! We have quite the plan ahead of us."

"Ah… um, yeah." Hughes and Alastor joined the group of Sinners at the dining room for breakfast.

Hughes continued thinking about the analysis.

Then strangely, Hughes saw something from Angel.

It was strange but the sense of smell was surrounding Angel.

"I don't know if it's a cat instinct, or just a sense of smell," Hughes envisioned the surrounding smell around Angel Dust.

Like being chained.

"... Angel is under someone's command."

The Sharing Circle

"Good Morning everyone!" Charlie gave her patients a welcome greeting. "Thank you for gathering for this session!" Charlie is super excited for this morning. However, Vaggie gave Charlie signals of toning things down. "Alright, Sharing Circle is now in session!"

And so, the sharing circle finally begins. And this time, there is a newcomer in this established hotel.

At least, he was the only person in the sharing circle along with Angel, Alastor, Husker and Vaggie.

"Um… is this everyone…?" Hughes' asked , whispering.

"It's the same every morning," Husker, the tall grumpy old cat, said while drinking a whole bottle of cheap booze.

"Down the hatch, I see." Angel implied Husker alcoholism.

"Hey, it's five in the afternoon somewhere." Hughes' side commented.

"Ha! This little guy gets it!" Husker caught Hughes with one arm bar. "... Who is this?"

"That… is Alastor's 'friend'." Angel parentheses Hughes title.

"Oh fuck… did he caught you in charaity work?" Husker trying to be aware. "Cause your fucked if you are… Smiling son of a bitch!" Husker insulted Alastor in a different direction.

"Is he… Is he talking to him or the-"

"He's drunk." Angel answered.

"Alright, let's get started." Charlie grabbed her clipboard and pen for the session.

As everyone is gathered, Charlie begins the first topic.

"Now, tell us, How did you die?"

Everyone groaned, except Hughes, from the same topic.

"Hey, there's no need for groaning. We have a new patron for this program." Charlie knows there is no way anyone will volunteer. "Angel, why don't you go first. How did you die?"

Angel is now on the spot.

This is always frustrating when it comes to asking the same question over and over again.

Angel Story:

I was once part of the Mafia family.

There was me, my twin Sister Molly, and of course my asshole of a little brother, Arackniss. The three of us are all connected to a web of crimes. As for my father, he is the head of the group of the organization in New York.

All of us take pride in the family business.

But for me, I take pride in myself.

Of course, when I was a kid I discovered, I'm gay.

And I am proud of being a gay man who likes to dress in women's clothing.

My dad, however, doesn't exactly approve of being my sex, so of course he sees me as a disappointment. But that didn't stop me from continuing the business. Even if he hates me for being a gay man, dad still relies on his kids to do the family business.

However, I was more caught up doing my own thing than doing the work. It was a way to express pissing off my dad, especially taking every ounce of angel dust.

The drugs had got me going through every occasion. Didn't even matter if it was even a morning, midday, evening, or even a holiday.

These drugs are what kept me going.

Then, finally, all my years of being so addictive to the greatest ecstasy, I end up down here from overdose.

Angel finished his reasoning of death.

Everyone heard the story almost every day, but this was new to Hughes.

The cat really doesn't know how to even express the victim of a drug addict. Hell, Hughes doesn't know if he can be of a helping hand.

Hughes' somewhat has the similarity of Angel's life. At least some parts.

"Okay, now, if we can continue," Charlie never gets used to that story. "Um… Husker, what about you? How did you-"

Husker is downright asleep.

"Why the hell is he even here!?" Vaggie yelled as she kicked Husker.

"Well, he has been asleep since the story." Angel making a laugh out of the circle. "I mean, I would think of the same as making an excuse to leave the circle, afterall who would ever want to hear a pathetic life story?"

"... I do." Hughes answered the sharing circle. "And… I don't think it's pathetic… not if you've ever been in someone's shoes."

Everyone looked at Hughes having any interest in someone's life.

"What makes you think you can ever understand a life story?" Angel asked the little guy.

"Well, isn't that why we're here in the first place?" Hughes answered Angel's question with a question. "So we can understand our situation and resolve it by making ourselves better?" Charlie nodded her head for Hughes' idea of being in the hotel.

"Listens, Smalls," Angel got up from his seat and got a closer view of the kitty cat. "Everybody down here is simply doing the same thing over and over again, so why even bother being resolved when no one is going to give you the courage to change? I mean, I'm here because I'm a hotel staff, so what would you know about being in the same shoes as any other Sinners out there?" Angel asked the little guy.

Hughes was nervous of answering all these questions.

At this point, his PTSD was going a bit haywire.

Hughes wanted to completely blank his mind, preventing his vomiting and crying.

"You're still here, aren't you?"

Angel got caught off guard.

"If you're here… then you must have been wanting to get something from here. If it's not changed, then what else is it?" Hughes continued these questions for Angel who lost his grin. "And you kept being so proud of being happy, but I can tell your suffering from the pain you get. You can laugh all you want, or even cry if you want to, but if it's not on purpose then you really shouldn't be baring it on yourself." Hughes stood his ground.

Angel starts to feel choked from what Hughes has said.

"Well, why the fuck are you here!?" Angel started to trigger. "Acting all high and mighty like you know what people go through, why the fuck are you in Hell in the first place!?"

Hughes wanted to answer Angel but the PTSD is getting through his head.

"I… I wanted to live peacefully… down here in Hell." Hughes was shaking like a storm. "Because… I was someone's disappointment too… But that doesn't mean… I shouldn't… care about others…" Hughes tries to keep his composure.

Angel anger lowered from Hughes chivalry.

Everyone looked at Hughes being something more than just a Sinner of Hell.

"Um… I think we're done for now…" Charlie ended this real quickly. "Hughes, let's go and take your therapy."

Hughes' was silent.

"... Hughes?" Charlie and the rest looked at Hughes looking sick.

"Oh- Oh- Sugar Honey Iced Tea-!" Hughes vomited to the nearest plant there.

There was no time to find a trash can, so he ended up throwing vomit on the vase.

As terrifying as it is to see someone's vomit getting in the vase, the plant itself is much more terrifying.

"Oh… Uh… Sorry- Oh Satan!" Hughes was saved by Alastor's shadow friend from the man-eating plant.

Later...

Hughes woke up from his bed.

"Huh…?" Hughes got so confused.

"You're awake!" Charlie once again jumped in front of Hughes.

"... Personal space, please princess Morningstar?" Hughes asked politely.

Charlie let go of Hughes from the hug.

Hughes looked at the clock being close to the evening.

"... I'm sorry." Hughes apologies to Charlie. "I ruined the sharing circle and missed our therapy session…" Hughes should never stick his nose in someone's emotions. "I didn't expect to have a little fever…" Hughes continue apology.

"You did nothing wrong, Hughes." Charlie petted his head. "Honestly, it was nice for you to know what Angel was going through. For a long time, he's been… working-"

"Pornstar sex-worker." Hughes immediately answered.

"Y-yeah… He has worked at the studio since he met his boss." Charlie thought back to the time before Charlie made her business venture. "His boss is the head of all Porn Studio, and owns almost half of the Pentagram City of Pride." Charlie talked about someone who is empowered.

"Who is he?" Hughes' asked Charlie.

"His name is Valentino." Vaggie entered the suite.

The two of them were surprised by Vaggie. She sat by Charlie near Hughes' bed.

"And… who is that?" Hughes is still a bit lost.

"Wait, you seriously don't know?" Vaggie asked Hughes who was sent to Hell a couple months already.

"I mean, I don't own a phone… or own anything really." Hughes looked at Vaggie with honesty. "Also, I have only been here in Hell for almost four months." Hughes is still laying on the bed; Vaggie is a little annoyed.

Long ago… Valentino was just a regular pimp of Hell…

But soon, Pride started to take Overlords from high ranking demons. With Valentino's charismatic ability he managed to take over partial areas of Pride. Later on, his powers grew; and so was the business from all other higher demons and Sinners. He started taking over every area in Pentagram City and allied with other demons of Hell.

Soon, his title was ranked into Overlord.

Valentino is someone no one wants to piss off. Despited being third of the ranking, he is someone everyone can never come across.

He is a manipulative, narcissistic, perverted son of a bitch, which we can't risk taking lightly.

Hughes listened carefully to the story.

Overlords are nothing like Alastor, but for some reason this 'Valentino' is an absolute disappointment for Hughes.

"So… what's he like with other demons?" Hughes asked more about the Overlord.

"He's someone who plays with demons like a game." Vaggie grip was shaken. "All Overlords are not to be attached to."

"... What about Alastor?" Hughes asked the two women.

"I know he may be some cannibal, a narcissist, hell he's someone no one would ever be friends with, but I've hung out with enough to know he's not much of a bad guy…" Hughes tries to be confident about some pointers for Alastor. "I don't know what he plans on doing with me… But I'm pretty sure he would have never recommended therapy in the first place."

Vaggie and Charlie looked at each other for what Hughes had said. Vaggie still doesn't trust Alastor because he is the most powerful demon of all Hell. There's no telling why he even brought Hughes, but from what he said may be a good point. Then again, it was like Charlie was trying to develop for all Sinners. Not all demons are as bad as people may think.

"So… Angel…" Hughes asked, looking up at the ceiling.

The two of them are not so sure about her relationship with Valentino. The chances of Angel being part of the Valentino relationship may or may not be like all the demons he associates.

"We're not so sure…" Charlie looked down on her friend being victimized.

"All we know is he'll be back at night, or even later." Vaggie said his schedule.

"... Has he ever thought of quitting… being a porn star, or a hooker, or however he occupies himself?" Hughes started to wonder earlier. "If he's here for redemption… why continue being here?" Hughes is still on the same topic from the sharing circle.

"... We're not really so sure." Charlie still worries about Angel's habit and work.

Whether he stays or goes, Angel doesn't have a place to stay. That may be the reason why he stayed out with the job, and stayed at the hotel.

"Everyone has their own reasons." Charlie is still feeling down. "And really, I want to help Angel get over his addiction, and maybe get him to start fresh… But it's like he doesn't need any help… I don't think he ever wanted at all…"

"Then why stay?"

"We gave him a room, and paid him to be a patron." Vaggie admitted to the cat. "Two weeks later, he was on the news fighting along side Cherri Bomb facing off some dickhead Sir Pentious." Vaggie gave the intel of the previous time. "Next thing, Alastor brought his friends and set up the Hotel for investment for our failure. And Angel continued staying." Vaggie express her hate for Alastor.

Hughes listened about the short story of Angel Dust, and the little history of Valentino.

First, Valentino may be powerful like Alastor. Second, he's an Overlord who practically owns parts of Pentagram. And lastly, he's a pimp who may treat his clients and employers like shit. Everything about Valentino really got into Hughes' fur.

"... Hey, can I be alone?" Hughes asked for some privacy.

"Oh, yeah, go on ahead." Charlie and Vaggie got out of the room for Hughes' privacy.

Finally, Hughes has some privacy and some thoughts to himself.

"There's no denying it," Hughes sensed when he had woken up.

Whenever he smells something it is just regular smell senses all over the place. However, after meeting Angel Dust, the smell was a fog of smoke completely wrapped up in chains from wrists to legs. Mostly, the smoke surrounding Angel also leads to his nostrils. The amount of red smoke has got Angel to lower his risks in denying his boss.

"... I don't know if I should be involved… I don't know anything about Angel except the little things." Hughes continued thinking. "... Cherri is a friend of Angel, that's for sure… maybe she knows what is going on." Hughes then thought about Cherri for a bit.

"... Fuck."

Hughes laid back down still having a hard time thinking.

Then he took a breather outside of his balcony.

Hughes looked at the city lights coming from the center of the pentagram.

And then, there was a limousine outside of the hotel.

Hughes looks from above and sees Angel wearing glasses and a coat. It was obvious he had work to do.

"... Angel?"

The car was driving off to Pentagram City.

Hughes didn't know why he must do it, but he decided to leave the hotel.

"... I just can't turn away." Hughes said to himself as he jumped off the balcony and landed onto another building.

Hughes decided to follow Angel Dust.

"... Bonne chance, Hugo."

(A/N: In English translation: Good luck, Hughes.)

Pentagram City

It was quite the trip, but Hughes made it to Pentagram City.

And by satan, it had been quite a long time being here. This time there were no purge going on.

Hughes looked at the closer view at the city of Pentagram. Every demon, mostly Sinners, are in this city being as freely they can be. It was filled with different types of characteristics of Sinners.

"Well, it was established in the book that mostly Sinners and Hellbornes can manage living a place like this." Hughes notice there aren't many Imps roaming around the city.

Hughes looked at the limousine which stopped at the hottest place in the Pentagram.

Porn Studios.

Hughes got down from the apartment building and started to casually walk into town. Hughes have dealt with this before, and he can say is this isn't the first time he ever infiltrates a mob boss' lair. How he does is just being settle. Hughes approaches the club door making his way in.

"Hey!" One of the Sinners stopped Hughes from entering. "I think you're a little lost, Kitty. Imp city is twenty miles that way!"

"Um, I'm actually, uh, friend of Angel Dust."

"Yeah, and I'm friends with Verosika Mayday!"

"Really? Is that why you end up at a porn studio?"

"Fuck off, cat!"

"I-i-i- I'm not trying to start something!" Hughes immediately dodged the bodyguards attack. "Oh! My goodness, are you okay-"

Hughes is choked by the bodyguards barehands.

"And stay out!"

Hughes landed on a pile of garbage left on the curb.

His cat instinct got to him eating a dead fish.

"Dammit..." Hughes didn't make it inside.

Hughes looked at himself in the reflection seeing just how plebeian he is. Sure, he happily likes to live his lifestyle as he pleases, but now that he's in the city he has to absolutely look like he has some class.

"Hmm... friends with Verosika Mayday...?"

Cherri Bomb

Cherri was scouting the main HQ of Valentino's.

So far, some of the bodyguards are being scheduled differently.

Instead of Valentino showing up for the meetings, Cherri has been now randomly blowing up his place. Pentagram City has started getting worst than it has; lately some of Valentino's men are barging each homes and take all goods. Mostly, it has to do of The Three V's possibly being broke. And it makes it worst for all employees from Porn Studio work their shifts doubled.

"Angie is performing tonight at HQ." She said to herself. "If I can just manage to get through every guard and security, I may be have the chance to save him and kill that son of bitch, Valentino!" Cherri started to plan out her tactics for the past week.

Angel's sexual abuse have gotten worst than before, which made Cherri wanting to do what's right for her friend. Every day and night, Angel would cry for being hurt. Valentino had made Angel's life full of misery and no freedom.

Only way to free Angel is to kill the Moth King.

"Hang in there, Angie."

Suddenly, her eye took interest at the hot pink limousine.

On both sides, the letters VM were stamped on limo. It was obvious to who was coming out of the car.

And the person who stepped out of the door was unexpected.

The person was almost the height of an imp. He was dressed in the most fabulous darkened tailor suit anyone would drool over. He was a bit short, handsome, and damn right cuter than any Sinners people would ever seen.

Stepping out of the car was also Verosika Mayday who is dressed in a seductive attire people would also drool over. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, a very well see through shirt with X's covering her chest, and a mini skirt with high thigh boots. These two were being so starstruck from how they appeared. Truly a awesome way to introduced yourself at a club.

Cherri gotten a closer look at the two people.

Little did Cherri know, she was in for a surprise.

"... Hughes?"

TO BE CONTINUED!

Just What is going on here!? Just what did Cherri, Angel, Verosika and Hughes got into!?

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