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In this chapter, we continue with the story, which is now named "Arc of Hell". Take it away Nerdy!


It was now the next morning and Jaune woke up from the light of the sky shining through his window.

"Oh man… that was a weird dream…" the blond 17-year-old said as he sat up in his bed and looked at his hand. "Where did this cut come from? I guess I must have cut it last night accidentally… It's definitely not something out of the ordinary…" As he got out of bed, Jaune recalled the crazy dream he had last night about him and the demon summoning.

"What in the world was all that? Me having a harem? And summoning demons? I must have accidentally drunk some of dad's alcohol last night after dinner. I mean, I've never even really talked to a girl, much less have any romantic relationship with one… Anyway, I might as well go wash my face in the sink to help clear my mind" Jaune said. As he started to walk to the door, a fly landed on his nose.

"Ugh, how did a fly get in my room? Shoo!" He said as he tried to smack it off of him. At that moment, the fly transformed into a beautiful woman.

"Easy there, darling, you could hurt someone with that" Beel replied jokingly, making Jaune take a step back and nearly trip. Actually, not nearly, he actually tripped on his bed and let out a girly scream as well. "Oh my, sorry for startling you."

"What the-? Beel? Wait, so, what happened last night was not a dream?" Jaune asked, looking at the demon woman before him.

"Not in the slightest, darling, everything was very much real" She replied, to which Jaune recalled what exactly went down last night.

"I will end up with a Harem, won't I?" He asked, to which the demoness nodded. "God above...How am I supposed to do that? More so, how am I going to explain it to my parents? I can't just up and leave and return with a harem!" Jaune said, thinking of what might happen. His sisters would kill him, his mother too after going crazy about grandbabies, and his father will surely kill him after finding out why he did it. Maybe fist-bump as well since, let's be real, a harem is a boy's dream.

Beel chuckled seeing him all flustered and stressed. Oh, the pleasures of teasing a mortal. "Relax. I will take care of everything while you are down in Hell."

"How do I explain my absence as well?" Jaune asked again.

"You sure ask a lot of questions, darling." She replied, but then she pulled out a pocket watch. It was silver with some fly engravings. "You see this clock? It measures the time in Hell. What can you notice?"

"Uhm, that it is broken?" True enough, the limbs of the clock were not moving at all. No tic and tac sound was coming from it.

"No, because you see, darling, Hell and Remnant do not share the same time. " Beel revealed, putting her watch back. "The way time flows in Hell is different from the one here. So even if you were to leave, you would only be gone for a little while as much as this place's time is regarded."

"Wait, so, how big is this difference?" Jaune asked.

"I'd say a 7 to 1 ratio. 1 day up here is an entire week down there." Beel said. "One hour up here is seven down there, one minute here is seven down there, and so on."

Jaune took a bit to think about her words. If it will take him a week in Hell to gather the girls, that means he could be back by the time he has to eat dinner back up here on Remnant. The sheer applications of that. "Maybe it can be used for training?" He thought, but then Beel sighed with a slight hint of disappointment.

"Unfortunately, even if you were to train in Hell, your body will be unchanged no matter what you do." She revealed. "The moment you go into Hell your body will be strained. Hell itself will try and rip your soul apart." She let out a laugh at the last word, one of grandeur as always. "So no, darling, I wouldn't go training in Hell."

Jaune was slightly disappointed such a hack was not possible, but he decided not to dwell on it. For now, he had a couple of things to do. "Wait, how are we going to explain your presence to my family? I don't think they will be to keen on a demon inside the house"

Beel simply laughed it off. "Don't worry darling." Then she simply turned herself into a fly and flew behind his ear, which was then followed by her voice ringing into his ear. "I can easily hide from humans. But on the subject of your family, you better go down to breakfast. Chop chop, my little Arc, we have to get a harem going and that is not going to gather itself~"

Jaune simply groaned as he got up and went to his door.


Jaune then walked to the kitchen to eat his food. It was Pumpkin Pete's cereal. There was a picture of a red-haired girl on the box.

"Um… Mom...Dad…" He said in a low tone as he didn't know for sure if he really wanted to reveal the truth to his parents or not. But he realized that he couldn't hide it forever.

"Yes, sweetie?" Jaunes mother asked. His father meanwhile was looking at the daily newspaper.

"Well… The thing is… Um…" Jaune stuttered as he couldn't bring himself to say it. In a panic, he spurted out the first thing he could think of. "N-nice weather we're having, right?" His parents looked at him with an awkward stare.

"We live in a forest sweetie, the weather isn't something that we typically notice. Are you ok? You're not sick or anything?" His mother asked.

"N-No! Everything is fine! Totally fine! I totally didn't summon a demon in my room or anything-" " shit!" He cut himself off as he realized that he was really bad at lying and was going to accidentally reveal everything at this rate.

"Son, you must have had a really weird dream it seems. Go wash your face then come back for breakfast. We need to talk about yesterday."

"R-Right!" Jaune went to the bathroom to do as his father told him. He grabbed a small towel and placed it on the sink next to the faucet as he then turned on the water to fill the sink up.

"Oh, man… I can't believe that I actually got away there. I am a bad liar." He said as he then dunked his face into the water. After about 10 seconds he lifted his head back out and then grabbed the towel to dry off with. At that moment a puff of smoke appeared behind Jaune.

"You almost blew it!" Beel half-shouted as she looked at him, being in her humane form. "Look, I get that this is all pretty weird and stress-producing for you, but please try to control yourself, darling." She turned back into a fly, going behind his ear and hiding in his hair. "Now go back to your parents before they think you are doing anything else."

"R-Right!" The young man then walked back to the dining room to finish eating his breakfast. He however still had a look of anxiety on his face which his mother

"Sweetie, I can tell that something is going on inside your head. What is it?" The mother asked.

"Well… It's just that… I want dad to train me." He tried his best to sound as convincing as possible.

"Sorry son but the answer is still no. Please try to understand. Even if I tried to teach you now, you'd still be behind all the other students. And the life of a huntsman is more dangerous than you could imagine. The Grimm come in all different kinds of shapes and sizes and some are so powerful that even the greatest of huntsman can easily fall to them, and that's not even counting criminals like the white fang. Death is around every single corner and no one can guarantee your safety. Not even you're own allies who will also probably fall. And right in front of you no less. All of this is why I just can't let you become a huntsman. " His father said, but then his face became more serious. "Not to mention Grimm are not the only things you will fight out there." Realizing that there was no point in trying to argue any further, Jaune was about to relent. He however realized something else he could try asking.

"In that case, can I at least get Crocea Mors and fool around with it in its sheath? Surely there is nothing wrong with pretending like a child" He asked, earning a look of thought from his father. Crocea Mors was a family heirloom, not something you usually play with. However, thinking back, Jaune's latest rejection did seem to weigh on him a bit more.

So what else is a father to do? Not like he will kill anything with it. "Very well, son, just make sure to be careful with it, and if you stain it, you clean it!" The older Arc replied, making Jaune smile in return, a welcomed change from his previous mood.

"Thanks, dad" Jaune replied and he swiftly finished the rest of his breakfast, put the dishes in the sink, then rushed to the living room where the family heirloom was resting. Crocea Mors, shield expanded and sword sheathed in it, stood proudly above the fireplace. He almost felt bad taking it, but he did so nonetheless. The weight of the weapon was dragging him down slightly, but he managed to adjust himself.

"One more thing to train for, I guess." Jaune thought as he took the sword with him outside. His father simply sighed hearing him exit the house.

"You made the right call, honey," his wife said, trying to reassure her husband.

"I just wonder if it will stay that way. I don't know Juliet, I just have a strange feeling in my gut. And each time that happened, something crazy usually followed"


Walking outside and towards the back of the house, Jaune looked around to make sure no one was watching. He remembered how Beel said something about leaving her mark on Crocea Mors, but he wondered what exactly she meant by that.

"Well, darling" and on cue, she flew out of fly form from behind his ear and took human form once again. "The answer is quite simple. You see, I enchanted Crocea Mors with a bit of my magic, granting it a neat little ability. Just draw the sword and say Tenebra Armora. It is a password of sorts" Beel explained, then Jaune did as instructed, drawing Crocea Mors out.

He took a deep breath then exhaled, trying to calm himself. He was about to use his family's heirloom secret power that a demon put on it. How hard can that be? "Tenebra Armora" he muttered, and for a moment, nothing happened. "Nothing is-"

"Wait for it"

"What?-" Jaune nearly jumped and dropped the sword when black and purple mist began to erupt from it, the mist coming from the base of the blade. Looking at his hip he noticed the shield was doing the same and the golden details on them were slowly turning to black. "Beel! What's going on?!" He asked in a panic.

"Oh, relax, darling. This won't hurt you" She seemed a bit amused by his goofy display before the magic, but the enchantment was merely waking up groggily. Even magic gets like that if left unused for a few years. She watched as the mist then began flowing towards Jaune, making the teen's initial panic increase.

However, seeing as it didn't hurt, he calmed down a little. As he did, he then looked down at himself, noticing how he felt more...protected. Slowly, the mist began to fade, revealing the result of Beel's little spell. On his body, Jaune now wore black armor. His arms were covered from his fingers to his shoulders in black segmented armor with purplish details here and there, shoulder pauldrons protecting his, well, as the name implies, shoulders, but the left one had a horn-like design. He was also wearing a chest plate with a fly engraved on it, the armor being black with the engraving being purple. Further down, he also had leggings, and even his feet were covered in armor. No cape for him, but he also noticed slight metallic panels on his neck. They were like a second skin, weirdly enough.

"Beel?" He called out her name, but when he looked at her he could see how giddy and excited she looked, like a child in a toy store. But she also held a sense of pride in herself.

"How is the armor, darling? I do not doubt that it fits you perfectly as I designated it-"

"I dislike the engraving and color, actually," Jaune said, cutting Beel off. As a result, said demoness ended on the ground, knees buckled to her chest, muttering to herself in despair. "Wait! It's only those 2 details, I swear! In rest, this armor is badass! It's so light it feels like I am not wearing anything and I bet it's deceivingly strong too! Not to mention it can be a real life-saver!"

Hearing those words seems to have done its job as Beel stood up again, feeling her pride return a little. "Well, I guess I could modify it. What would you like to change, darling?"

"Can you change the colors to white and gold, like how Crocea Mors looked before the spell? Oh, and instead of the fly, can you make the Arc emblem on the armor?" He requested, then Beel outstretched her hand, touching the chest plate with her gloved finger. The color seemed to get blown away from the point of contact, revealing the requested color and engraving below. Magic won't cease to amaze him, is it?

"There we go. Now, do you have any questions about it?" Beel asked, watching as Jaune looked at himself. The boy doesn't have the skill to back up his now knight-like look, but he'll get there. "You can also summon the helmet just by thinking about it. Just think helmet or voice it out"

"Very well...Helmet!" As soon as he said that, the metal grew over his head, creating a helmet around his head with 2 holes for his eyes and 1 barred section so he can speak. Strangely, the armor seemed to hide both his eyes and mouth in darkness. You can change its looks, but it is still demonic armor. "Woah" his voice slightly echoed through the metal helmet, taking in his look. He peered towards his home, towards a window, and looked inside of it.

He looked like a true knight. A hero.

"Glad you like it, darling," Beel said. "Now, listen, I know I said there is a time difference, but that still means that you'll be gone for a while. Not to mention the preparations needed to accommodate the incoming harem. So here is what we shall do…" Beel put a hand up, outstretched straight. From under her sleeve then came a swarm of flies, gathering next to her and taking a shape. Jaune watched as the swarm gathered, taking the shape of...him?!

"Beel?" He mused out, looking at the demon. "Is this a doppelganger made of flies?"

"Why, of course! We have to cover for you whilst you are down there. They can even mimic your voice, but I will just have them in your room playing a video game and give only small replies to whoever might knock on your door." The demoness explained. "As for where you will live with your harem...Well, let's say the flies will be on auto-pilot all day while I take care of that. Are there any old ruins or houses near here?"

Jaune thought for a second before replying, snapping his fingers as he recalled, opened his mouth, and replied with "No. Ansel has pretty low Grimm activity, and people don't really move that often. If anyone needs a house they just cut some trees and build one, really"

Beel took out her napkin, gently whipping her nervous sweat. It can never be easy, can it? "Well, I think it is good that I don't have to worry about anyone saying anything when I start. I will make sure to build a place a distance away from the village and your parent's house. Most likely on the other end of Ansel," she explained. "As for how many rooms I might need to make, take this" she handed Jaune a small fly which then flew inside his helmet.

"That fly will allow us to communicate. Take care of it" She said.

"Ok, is that all?" Jaune asked, but then he remembered a very important detail. "Wait, how am I supposed to know where I'm going in there? You wouldn't happen to have a map of Hell, correct?"

"No, darling, I do not" Beel replied. "However, there is a demoness who knows Hell like the back of her tail. I will open a portal to her corner of Hell. Good luck bedding her~"

Jaune blushed under his helmet at her words but decided to ignore them. "Wait, how exactly do I get her to join the harem idea? I know you said demonesses do not mind sharing, but I doubt they will join easily in the first place!"

"It's alright, darling. Just be yourself" Beel replied, making the Arc doubt himself. Be himself? If it were that easy how come he never had a girlfriend before?

Jaune sighed. "Be me. Right. That'd work" he muttered with sarcasm.

"I do recommend dropping the armor for now as well. Wouldn't wanna scare the poor darlings now, would we?" Beel stated, but then Jaune then remembered something. He decided to let her finish talking first. "Just voice or think 'Armor Off' and it will vanish" And just like that, with a thought, the armor turned itself into a white mist, going into Crocea Mors.

"Wait, Beel, I didn't ask this before, but how many girls do I need to get, exactly? From my knowledge, a harem is a minimum of 3 girls, so can I get off easy like that?" Jaune asked, to which Beel giggled.

"Of course not, sweety. Your ancestor was pretty detailed regarding the number. He requested a minimum of at least 10-"

"10?!" Jaune shouted hearing her. How in the name of God almighty is he supposed to get 10 girls?! He has problems getting one!

"Yes, darling, nearly a dozen. But here are some tips. I already told you we demons love sugar, so that's that. But you should also try to pay attention to what the girls say. Believe me, a girl likes a man who listens "

"Ok, I can do that. I am nervous about the number, not gonna lie"

"Of course, darling. Believe me, I know how you feel." She got her napkin out and started to mutter while whipping away some sweat. "You'd be surprised to hear how many before your uncle went and failed in such an endeavor. I swear, I think there has only been only a couple of people who came out of Hell victorious. So few I can count them on one hand"

"That's...Reassuring?" Jaune muttered, but then Beel quickly recovered from her little state of nervousness.

"Anyway, darling, it is time to send you to Hell." Beel; said as she snapped her fingers again, opening the portal towards the world of the damned. This time, however, Jaune did not see the mountains of bodies, but instead, he simply saw a big, bronze door with the words 'Per quas intrat omnis spes Velis relinquere hic.' on the top of it.

"Uhm, Beel? What does that door say?" Jaune asked.

"It says: 'Abandon all hope ye who enters here.'" She translated. "Pretty sure a man known as Dante once had a similar depiction of the gates. Pretty spot on if I do say myself"

"Great," Jaune replied, feeling slightly intimidated by the ominous message on the gate. He walked closer to the portal, then he gulped. Once he goes in, he might not be back for an entire week. "To Hell then." And just like that, he walked through, the portal closing behind him immediately as Beel remained on the other side.

"Huh, he actually went in. I honestly was expecting him to ask for some powers before going in or something to make his life easier. He either very brave...Or very stupid" She shrugged, then turned to the clone made of flies of the blonde knight. "Anyway, let us begin our end of the bargain, shall we? I cannot wait to see who he brings over"


Jaune stepped through the portal, then noticed it close behind him. Great, now he was truly stuck in here until he gathers the girls. Well, at least he had some sort of protection in the form of the armor Bell gave him. The boy looked around, noticing a couple of things before anything else. First, he was not in the sea of fire and agony just yet, but rather an empty valley made of red rocks with the bronze gate at one end and what he assumed to be one long road behind him.

In front of the gate was also what seemed to be a small hut with an open section to it. He couldn't make out who was there, but he assumed it was a demon. Not every demon was bound to be as nice as Beel, so he decided to keep his guard up, having a hand on Crocea Mors in case of anything.

"Holy shit! She really sent someone!" Jaune jumped, drawing the blade and pointing it at the voice he heard from behind him, only to stop when he saw a figure that resembled his father slightly. Well,l apart from their hair being black and having a more defined jawline. "You must be the next heir to the Arc household, correct? I am Leon Arc."

It took Jaune one moment to process it, but then he noticed something. The one before him was translucent. "You are a ...Ghost?" He asked, to which his uncle flinched.

"You could say that yeah. I died and my soul is stuck down here." Leon stated. "But I see that Beelzebub sent someone after all. I assume you found the book I left behind."

"Y-yeah" Jaune replied with a stutter. "And you are the one who forced a demon harem onto me." Jaune deadpanned, but at his comment, Leon simply laughed slightly. This was not really funny for the boy. Jaune sighed and sheathed Crocea Mors back, staring at his ancestor. "Why are you here? I mean, I do not mean to be rude, but if you are stuck here shouldn't you be inside of Hell?"

Leon's laughter stopped, the man then looking somewhat embarrassed. "Well, you see…" He then gazed down while pointing to the side, letting Jaune notice a human skeleton resting next to the door.

"You didn't even make it inside of Hell?!" He shrieked out. He knows that his uncle failed, but this is pathetic. Jaune even dares to think his uncle failed more miserably than he might ever do. "How did you even manage to do that?"

"Well, let's say the lady up ahead is a bit of a prune." His uncle replied, but then the man noticed something. Without warning, however, he then flew through Jaune. Not over him, not beside him, but right through the boy, making him shiver and hold his stomach as he felt nausea hit him. His deceased uncle then slapped his face. "Boy, what has that father of yours been doing? You have no skills whatsoever, your Aura is still locked, and from what I can tell you are not even build well!"

"Hey, not my fault if my father failed at his job!" Jaune replied, but then realized his words. " He just...He and mom are overprotective of me, that's all. I am their only son out of 8 children"

"You are telling me you have 7 sisters?" His uncle inhaled sharply. "My apologies."

"Accepted."

"But that doesn't change the fact you are underprepared for what lays ahead. Lucky you, being a ghost comes with benefits." His uncle smirked. " You see, I can still unlock your Aura and more. When I passed through you I saw what semblance you hold; Aura Amplification. You have a powerful semblance my boy" Jaune's expression lit up hearing that. He had a powerful semblance? Hell yeah! "It is also similar to what I had; my semblance was Aura Will. depending on my mood I recharged Aura faster than others. Heck, when I was all topped up on adrenaline and yearning for a fight my Aura barely went down!" He let out a healthy laugh, but then he continued after he stopped. " Of course, during days in which I was down my Aura recovered even slower than normal. A double-edged blade."

"Cool," Jaune replied. He had to admit his uncle here had a cool semblance. He really ought to look into his career once he got back home. "So what are you waiting for? Come on, unlock my Aura, I wanna try out my semblance."

"Easy there, sonny. There is more. I can give you my semblance and have them mix together."

"No way!" Jaune shrieked out hearing that. A second semblance? No, a hybrid semblance. But looking back at his ancestor's words, he came to realize something. Even if he does amplify someone's Aura or his own for that matter, that still means he loses Aura. His ancestor's semblance allowed him to recharge his Aura, eliminating that one weakness. Not to mention what might happen if the two Aura semblances mix. Jaune was brought out of his thoughts by his ancestor waving his transparent hand before his eyes.

"Eyes on the prize, boy. Get here. Now, tell me your name." His ancestor asked, stretching his hand. Jaune took his hand, being surprised that it became solid. Then, a white glow emanated on him.

"Jaune Arc"

"For it is through the pain that we find joy. For it is through inferno that we find paradise. I unlock your soul with mine, so you too can track this path." Leon chanted as the glow intensified, afterwards it shifted with his glow starting to pour into Jaune. "I sacrifice a piece of myself for you, young one. Take it and embrace it, make it yours for this journey. I will live through you and my power shall obey you, Jaune Arc. " At the end of those words, the transfer finished and Jaune felt the warm light around him flare painfully, forcing him on the ground a bit.

"What...was that?" He wheezed out, asking his now fading ancestor.

"My semblance is now within you, Jaune...Use it well" Those were Leon's last words as he faded away, leaving Jaune behind to deal with his new abilities. He knew he could amplify his Aura, but how exactly does that work? He didn't have a scroll to check his Aura level, he forgot his at home.

"I guess I will have to wait and feel the change," he thought as he picked himself up and started to walk towards the gate. He didn't understand the language atop the door, but he did get a bad feeling about it. He looked around a bit, mainly at the hut, and walked to it. He saw a little bell on the counter of it, which he lightly pressed, letting the sound of it echo through the empty valley. He heard a feminine sleepy groan come out of the room behind the counter and watched as a new demoness came out, slightly shorter than Beelzebub, but pretty similar in looks. Same white hair, same sharp clothing, same pale skin, eyes, but with noticeable differences. The first difference was her hairstyle which was different from Beel's in a wavy fashion in 3 large curls resting on her forehead, with the middle curl being larger than the two on either side. And reaching down to both sides of her head, tucked behind the ears before curling inwards towards her chin and a ponytail with 2 more large distinctive curls. Compared to Beel, her horns were black and rounded at the tips and she wore round glasses that rested in front of her tired eyes. Jaune took notice of the circles around them and wondered when was the last time she slept or had a coffee.

Her attire was also more professional than Beelzebub's, whose style was more towards the fancy side. She had a red button-up long-sleeve shirt with a large folded collar underneath a black long-sleeved blazer, as well as a black pencil skirt and black gloves. She also wore an ID and a red clipboard and she had a pointy tail. Yup, this is a demon girl, alright.

"Hello, this is Hell's customer service, how may I help? My name is Pandemonica." She said, presenting herself in a polite and tired fashion. She seemed to be pretty well informed, but also tired.

"Yeah, so, my name is Jaune Arc and I'd like to know if…" "Don't blow it, Arc!" "When did you sleep last?"

Pandemonica lifted her head to look at him and immediately noticed something about the boy. He wasn't dead and he radiating an aura of good around him. "Not long ago, I just didn't have any coffee in a while." She replied while fixing her glasses, then she slightly hummed looking at Jaune. "But pray do tell, what is a living human doing down here in Hell? You shouldn't be here." She asked, looking over her clipboard.

"Well, you see, I was kinda dragged into this contract and now I have to gather a harem of demon girls, 10 at the number!" Jaune quickly spurred out, getting Pandemonica's attention. "I know, crazy…"

"That has to be the craziest reason someone has ever come down here. Did you even try fighting back?" She asked, to which Jaune gave a goofy smile. She remained polite and simply began to think.

"I mean, Beelzebub didn't really give me a choice, so-"

"Wait! Hold on. Did you just say Beelzebub?" Pandemonica asked, sounding alarmed by the mention of that name. "Is Beelzebub the one who granted you that contract?"

"Well, technically it was my uncle who made the contract, but it got passed down to me, so, yeah," Jaune replied, scratching the back of his head nervously. Pandemonica gripped the bridge of her nose in stress, muttering something about how the mother of all hells was going to break loose. "But up until now she wasn't so bad, I mean, I don't think she is"

Pandemonica sighed, then she looked at him, a more stern look on her face. She was going to kill the boy. Right there at that very moment. Beelzebub is a traitor, so by extension, this boy was an enemy of Hell as well. But then she looked at him and used her own magic to look around his memories. Each demon has their own abilities to fulfill their duties, and one of her abilities was that of soul-reading. She could read one's soul, getting a glimpse at their intentions and memories. She saw Beelzebub there, the infuriating fly, but also saw the boy's desires and intentions. Apparently, Beelzebub was in a contract, and if the boy succeeds then she was free from the Abyss for good. Normally she wouldn't allow that. But the boy's desire to help her was too pure. It was amusing in a way, truly, how a mortal can wish this for a demon.

She also saw his extended family, the Arcs. Didn't someone with that family come here some time ago? Regardless, she looked closely and took notice of some interesting details; a peaceful place to live, to think and work...And coffee. She saw him make coffee. It didn't look bad either. Besides, seeing how she is right now, she would anything for even one cup.

Anything.

"Very well then. I guess I could use a vacation." Pandemonica said as she went to the side of the hut, wal1king out and towards Jaune. The boy was confused for a few moments before she spoke again, having realized there was an issue with Beelzebub. He was aware that she was banished from here, but he didn't know for what and how bad it was. "Tell me, do you have coffee back at your house?"

"Uhm, yeah, sure. We always keep some, why?" Jaune asked, looking more confused than anything. It cannot be this easy, right?

"Simple; I am joining your Harem" It is this easy! "I never really took a vacation and I did hear human coffee is better than the one down here. Besides, I want to make sure Beelzebub doesn't get any ideas."

"Ok?" Jaune replied with a bit of doubt in himself. "I cannot believe it was this easy! She is joining the harem because of coffee? On one hand, I feel a bit bad that she doesn't join because of my personality or anything like that, but coffee? Really? And what does she mean with Beel? "Wait, what do you mean by that last part? What is wrong with Beelzebub?"

Pandemonica hummed looking at him, slowly walking in front of him. "I will tell you later as we progress through Hell. Know that, despite everything she might have told you, she cannot be trusted."

"Wait, so demon girls do mind sharing?!" He asked, to which Pandemonica sighed.

"No, we actually do not mind sharing. You see, lust for sin is in our blood, and stuff like that is fairly common." She replied. "You wouldn't happen to have anything coffee-related, would you?"

Jaune searched his pockets, but he found nothing. "Sorry. Didn't really pack anything besides the sword on my hip and the clothes on my back"

"That's alright. We can get food once we are inside." After she said that she put her hand before the gate, focusing her magic through it. Slowly, the gate opened and the space around them was filled with the screams of agony of the countless souls being tortured in here for their sins. "I know Hell well, so please follow my lead. I will lead you to as many demon girls as possible"

"There is really no going back now, is there?"


Back on Remnant, Beelzebub was just making her way back inside the house as the fly meant to communicate with Hell buzzed in her ear, putting a smirk on her face. "Well, he already got further in than his uncle did. Good going, darling. I will make sure to account for Monica when making the new house"


And done for today. This is a pretty good-sized chapter, wouldn't you agree, Nerdy?

Nerdy: I would definitely say so. 6000 plus words bruh? You crazy LOL. And nearly 100 followers? That shit is insane. I hope they look at my Yugioh stuff :(

Seeing how much you advertise everything, I am pretty sure they are bound to check it out at least once. It is mostly up to them if they are into that stuff.

Nerdy: We'll just have to do our best. And don't hyperventilate every time you look at the number of followers _.

Touche.