Author's Note: This is an alternate route if the main character of Redemption Through Sin ran and missed the commercial for "Happy Hotel", so yea. Enjoy!
You know the expression of "living hell"? I think that's pretty accurate. If you're not lucky in the cosmic lottery, you end up living in a low class and have to survive, while the higher class gets to enjoy their medium rare steaks for dinners. I've been taught Hell is completely worse and I would be burned for all eternity or some shit.
I would've preferred that fantasy. In reality, Hell ain't different from the living world. The only difference is that there's demons and some bullshit magic only powerful beings wield. So no different. God. Nothing changed. You're born poor, die poor and suffer poor. The cycle never ends!
But who am I, you probably never wondered? My name is Daniel Gomez. Funny story! I woke up on a huge line filled with like toddlers in this dark space and we were waiting to go through this metal door. I stuck out like a sore thumb being the only adult there. A demon showed up, asked me who I was and opened a trap door which led into this hellhole. I'll never forget crashing into the pavement head first. Gives me shivers thinking about it. Ugh.
Since then, I've been surviving a whole year. Even my body transformed into a chameleon scalie, so the furries were right all along. I feel sorry for any furry hater. Went through essentially the Purge once New Year passed. Had to outmaneuver those Executioners like a cat and mouse game. Other than that, not much happened. I "live" in the slums of Pentagram City and go by everyday stealing a scrap of food from unsuspecting onlookers, sleep on the benches and pray no one fucks with me and...I guess hope for the best?
*Green* "Oh boy. What's for breakfast today?" I sigh, scanning around the trash for anything edible in this damn alleyway. I usually wear a hoodie to hide my identity, in case someone holds a grudge on me taking a couple fries. As per thee curse of thyself, thy entire existence is a blemish in a tainted glass. Which means I'm easily recognizable. Not that many chameleon demons around and so far as I've seen, sinners have very unique forms so I'm fucked since square one.
My depressing monologue is broken by a goth dog bumping into me. She isn't even aware of what she did for being glued on her phone.
*Gray* "Fucking bitch." I mumble under my breath. Should be used of everyone being a physical manifestation of where shit comes from by now.
"Hello?...Yea I'm here...Give me a second and don't you dare call me that ever again!" The bitch shouts on the phone. I can imagine she must be pleasant to be around. She pulls out a giant book and starts spouting gibberish. A portal manifests on the wall. I can glimpse trees in the background.
"Is that a forest?" I say out loud. Shoocketh at the thought that there is a way to the living world. I mean I know it is possible, but for it happening right before me is truly surprising. Three imps covered in blood come through.
"Hi sweety~! Gotcha a little something!" The tall one presents her a squeaky toy covered in blood. She responds with a glare.
"Ugh. Now I have to send my clothes to the cleaners again!" The short guy complains. At least he has clothes. All I got is this black hoodie that hasn't been washed in weeks and garbage bags for pants. Enough of that! I'm gonna lie low until they leave and go through the portal. Need to see how my family are doing and any place is better than here. They bicker for a bit and walk away. Now's my chance! I hurriedly run, but it closes by the time I reach it.
*Red* "Dammit!" I punch the wall in frustration. I sigh. Not like it matters. I probably would've ended up somewhere like in India or something. Too far from them. There goes that plan. What to do now?...I've got it! I'll just steal the book and use it to go back. Ingenious idea that will not fail in any way and has no consequences. I mean what have I got to lose? My virginity I guess, but that don't keep my stomach full!
I rush towards the main street and spot the imps and bitch. Bingo! I have some experience in tailing people. If you want to mug somebody, ya gotta be good at it. Best part is that thanks to my reptilian form, I can crawl on walls! Making the process easier. Just got to be careful not to pass Uncle Jamison's window. Fucker grabbed me with his tentacles and ripped me in half! It took five days for me to fully heal. That's life in Hell for ya.
"What glorious job well done! Though Moxxie, I will have to give you negative points for being such a bitch." The tall one criticizes.
"Well excuse me for being hesitant when the puppies were looking at me with those big eyes!" He angrily retorts.
"At least you did it, hun. And that's what's important." The petite female imp kisses the one named Moxxie on the cheek. Woah! Demons having wholesome relationships? It's probably more likely than I think. But whatever! I follow them all the way to a building which I'm assuming is where their office is located.
*Violet* "They don't look like the brightest bunch, so this'll be quick." Oh yeah. See, I have another trick up my sleeve. I have an ability to turn off any light source around me and summon spotlights to the designated area of my choice. Not the most broken power, it's actually pretty underwhelming. But it gets the job done. I crawl on the windows and pray there's no Jamison. I reach a window with them in a meeting room. Quickly peek on the corner so they don't spot me.
"All right, my fellow friend, coworker and retard. " The tall one looks directly at Moxxie at the last part. "We got another job to kill someone's boyfriend." He produces a photo of the guy. Blonde hair and blue eyes. A fit man with a cop uniform. Guaranteed wife beater.
"Sir, why are we always taking orders from people who were cheated on? I know lately they've been terrible people and that makes things easier, but what if they turn out to be a good person this time?" Moxxie shares his opinion that it will in no way be ignored. I pull out my lockpick set and make the magic happen.
"Hmm. Good question. If that ever happens, then WHO FUCKING CARES!? Our job is to blow their brains out, no matter who it is. We do it for free on the little shits." Wow. Again. Shouldn't be surprised, but it still gets me. Finally unlocked it. It's showtime. I snap my fingers.
Lights out
Blitzo: Oh not again!
Millie: Loona, did you forget to pay for the electricity?
Loona: *Shrug* I don't know. Probably.
Daniel: You know that no one can see you shrug, right?
Moxxie: Who's there!?
A spotlight shines on the middle of the meeting table, which reveals Daniel Jojo posing.
Daniel: Me? Well I'm none other than the Neon Blooded Thespian: Quemaleon of course. And I'll be borrowing this for a bit.
He reveals the book and turns the light off. Chaos ensues.
Blitzo: Ouch! Watch where you're biting! I already get enough of that shit from Stolas!
Millie: My bad! Oh? Moxxie, you sly devil~!
Moxxie: What are you talking about? I'm right here holding him down.
Loona: You're pinning me, asshole!
A spotlight appears above Millie, showing Blitzo being the culprit of the fondling.
Blitzo: Huh. I knew there was something off.
Moxxie: Get your filthy hands off my wife!
He tackles Blitzo and they fight.
Show's Over
I deactivate Theater Mode once I gained distance away from the office. Hehehe. That was way too easy. Like taking a golden ring from a comatose patient. I crawl all the way to the rooftop. Should be safe here. Now let's take a peek inside the grimoire. I flip through the pages until I find what I was looking for.
"In order to cross to the realm of the living, one must draw a pentagram and think of the destination they desire." That's it? It's a lot simpler than I thought. I nip my thumb to bleed and use it to draw. I fill my thoughts Miami and a portal manifests on the ground. "Woah! It actually works." I jump in and due to the way gravity works, I faceplant on the concrete. "Ow! Why do I always get my beautiful face damaged?" I rub my face and scan the area.
I'm in the middle of the street. Luckily, it's nighttime so there's barely any cars on the road. I recognize where I am. I'm only twenty minutes away from home. Now that I'm here, might as well get myself fixed up before I go back home. I check any vacant suburban house in the vicinity and lockpick the front door. No dogs in sight. Good. I go into the bedroom and check every single drawer to find a fresh set of clothes. Black shirt and black tights. Gotta make a hole in the pants for my tail. Which I do by cutting them with scissors they got laying around. I put them on and check myself in the mirror.
*Pink* "Heyyyy! I look real good." I notice something on the reflection. Hm? What's that on the window? Oh shit! It's a gun! I quickly dodge the shot and flip the bed to use as cover.
"Dammit Moxxie! He was literally eye fucking himself!" The Blitzo guy scolds.
"He noticed me before I took the shot!" Great. They must've followed me before the portal closed. Gotta skedaddle and fast. I leave the room and head towards the living room. Something tries to jump at me at the corner and I sidestep away. It's the Millie person.
"You got some good reflexes, kid." She says.
*Blue* "Wouldn't be here if I didn't." I pull out the scissors and she takes out her knife. We circle around the room, waiting for one of us to make a move. Then something clicks in my head. "Wait a moment. Are you guys here cause I have the book?"
"Of course. We need it to do our job."
"In that case." I throw the book at her and she catches it. "Don't need it anymore."
"Oh! Thank you!" She skips excitedly out the house. That was anticlimactic but I don't need any unnecessary obstacles in my way. Plus, I was never planning on going back. It's easier to live here than down there. I get out on the streets and smell that polluted air.
*Brown* "Aaaah~! I missed this. Hm?" Some white lady is across the street on her phone.
"Yes. He's out right now. He's a brown person with black clothes and is staring at me menacingly!" Uh oh. She's probably calling the cops. Time to get the fuck out! I run as fast as I can towards my home.
Daniel's House
Getting to this place was a hassle with the cops patrolling the area. Note to self, try changing my scales white when committing a crime. Though that's hard for me to do, since I can only change color during Theater Mode. Outside of that, it's a passive trait which reflects my emotions. Very annoying.
I approach the house. It's the same familiar blue house that I remember. There's two cars in the garage. One of them is a cop car. Shit. Could they have moved? I sneak through the backyard by climbing over the fence and notice my dog! He's a brown chihuahua pitbull. He starts barking at me.
*Green* "Johnson. It's me." He tilts his head curiously and starts smelling me. Then he wags his excitedly and jumps into my arms. He licks my face furiously. "Hahaha. I missed you too, my little Joestar." I pet him and cry tears of joy. You never know how important the small things like your dog being happy to see you until you're literally in Hell. I set him down and peek in my mom's room. She's sitting on the bed crying. Then a man comes out of the bathroom in uniform. Hold on...That's the same guy from the photo those imps had!
"What's wrong?" He sits next to her.
"I'm sorry. Today is when my son…" She chokes. Damn. Is it that day already? When I died in a car crash. Seeing her like this breaks my heart. I wish I could go in and hug her, but not looking like this. Don't worry mom. I may be in the shitter, but I'm doing well.
"It's okay. I'm sure he's in a better place." They hug and peck on the lips. "I wish I could stay longer, but they need me to patrol. Apparently some black person broke into someone's house and is still on the loose." Well fuck. You don't gotta say it that way. His phone starts ringing. "Sorry. I have to get this." He gets up and leaves the room. Johnson has a ball in his mouth.
*Yellow* "You want to play fetch?" I try to grab the ball, but he runs away. He's always been this way. The curtains are down, so I'm not worried of being spotted. I chase him around until we circle to the back of the house.
"Yea I'm going." I can hear his conversation through the open kitchen window. "Those degenerates need to know that America belongs to us." What is he talking about? I lean on the wall and glimpse inside. He's washing his hands and I notice a swastika on his arm. He pulls the sleeve to hide it. "Jorge, how many times have I told you to write this shit down? The address for the meeting is in my fucking house. You know where I live!" He sighs. He shares his address to the person. "You got it? All right. I'll meet you in twenty." He hangs up. "Fucking sp**." OH NO! Mom is dating a Nazi! What am I supposed to do!? Johnson is looking at me with those hopeful eyes. I kneel and hug him dearly.
"Goodbye." I hop over the fence. I can hear him whine and howl. I'm sorry, but I know what must be done. Using my lockpick, I unlock the trunk of the cop car and hide inside. If he opens it, I will fucking jam these scissors in his eyes! The vehicle starts moving. I don't know how long we've been riding, but after a while he stops the car. He leaves and I wait a couple moments for the coast to be clear. I get out the trunk and look around.
Seems I'm in a farm in the middle of nowhere. Time to inspect what I'll be dealing with. There are five Hummers next to the house. I see through the windows a crowd of them with buzz head cut and swastikas tats. Drinking like there's no tomorrow. Oh there won't see that tomorrow when I'm done with them. I break open the garage door and see a bunch of guns and Nazi flags. Jesus. Way to be subtle about it. There's a picture of Hitler on the wall with candles around.
*Blue* "They hate gays, yet would suck off their idol. I see no hypocrisy here." I say out loud. A portal forms on the portrait and the imps jump out. "Fancy meeting you guys again."
"What are you doing here?" Moxxie trains his gun.
"Woah! Chill there, my dude. I'm not here to stop you. In fact, I want to help y'all out."
"Hmmm. We're not exactly looking for employees. But I can make you our free intern!" Blitzo says.
"Ah shit. Now I can't disappoint my new boss." I grab sunglasses from the shelf and put them on. Let's get this show on the road!
Lights out
Kyle: Yo! The fuck happened!?
The beef cakes are fumbling around looking for the light switch. A spotlight shines in the middle of the living room. Daniel poses dramatically.
Daniel: *Green* Sorry to disturb your plan into creating a Third Riech, but I'm sadly going to delay it once more.
Jorge: Who is this f*****?
Kyle: I don't know. Probably a k*** in disguise!
Daniel: *Brown* Gentlemen, I know this is a very offensive show, but can we please tone down the inflammatory terms?
They all pull out their AR-15 and point at him.
Kyle: Hah! This is America, son! We have the free speech to say whatever the fuck we want and the right to empty our bullets to your Jewish ass!
Daniel: If that's the case, then I will exercise that freedom to show you the consequences of your actions.
The lights go out before they start firing. They weren't kidding about emptying their clips. After the last bullet has been exhausted, a spotlight shines upon the same place. However, instead of Daniel, it's Jorge dead on the floor.
Daniel: HAHAHA! OH MAN! You're all so simple minded! Instead of working together with everyone to fight against the true corruption of society, you instead become puppets of the one's that don't even give a shit about you! I almost feel sorry. I'm sure with years of constant exposure and engaging with others outside the echo chamber would maybe give you insight and how wrong your ideology was.
A spotlight illuminates close to the exit, where Daniel is wielding two fully automatic weapons.
Daniel: *Black* But I lost my humanity a long time ago to care. *Smirk* Say hello to your boyfriend in the ninth circle for me.
He sprays bullets at them all Scarface style! Most of them drop dead immediately. The only survivor is Kyle, who is crawling away. Daniel approaches him menacingly.
Kyle: S-Stay away from meee!
Daniel: This is pathetic. *Stomps on his shoulder* All that bravado and you're cowering like a bitch! I honestly don't care if you cheated your girl with my mom, but I know you preyed on her vulnerability of her dead son cause she a hot bitch. Am I right?
He becomes pale.
Daniel: I won't make your trip to Hell a peaceful one.
He pulls out the scissors and stabs Kyle in his eyes. He screams in as Daniel keeps stabbing and slicing him open. Lots of gore that is too much to describe, until Kyle bleeds to death.
Daniel: *Red* And that's a wrap!
Show's over
Back into the hellscape
"Where do you want me to put these?" I ask Loona about the stacks of documents on my hands.
"Just put them over there with rest." Without looking up from the phone, she points at the corner of the room.
"Uh that's a shredder."
"Yup." I sigh. I'm still amazed how they're in business with how unorganized this place is.
"Is that paper from our new client, Intern?" Millie pokes her head from my back.
"Yea. I did investigations of your target." I spread the files on the table. "I took photos of possible entrances and exits you guys can use. This is the layout of the house." This is my "job", if you can call it that. I scout and gather information of the target and give them options to make their assasination easier. "For some reason, she likes to use the toaster while she bathes. Don't gotta use your imagination for that one. And if it makes you feel any better Moxxie, she produces crush porn. Do not Google it. Just know it's bad." Blitzo comes out of his office shouting at his phone.
"I will be there in a moment! Calm that bird dick! I don't want a repeat from the last time you got this excited." He hangs up and groans. "Cancel the meeting. It's that time of the month and I gotta go meet Prince Asshole to keep the book." He leaves grumbling to himself.
"Yay! A day off! Come on, Moxxie. Let's go buy that strap-on you always wanted!"
"H-Honey! Not so loud."
"Everyone knows you like it up the ass." Loona remarks and I chuckle at his embarrassed face. They leave as well. I don't bother trying to strike a conversation with Loona since she either ignores me or bites me. Not even in the kinky way.
I lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling. You know, this isn't so bad. At least I have a roof on my head and coworkers I can at least talk to. Sure beats being alone in the streets. Someone comes in the room and it's the client.
Her name is Lilian Wickerman. Proud owner of a club named Feline Fever. She is a petite cat that can barely reach my chest. She has long black fur and dreadlocks on her head. Not to mention the black robe that makes her look like a witch. Man there's a lot of black. We need some variety in here. At least she has hazel eyes. Her hips sway as she walks.
"Is this a bad time?" She says in a calm mature voice.
*Pink* "Of course not, Miss Wickerman. How can I help you?"
"I was just passing around to check up how the progress is going."
"Well something important came up today, so they're going to work on it tomorrow." She sits next to me.
"Well that's a problem. Is there any way you can do it right now? I can give you extra money if that changes your mind. Or maybe you want something else~?" She grabs my hand and places it on her THICC thighs. Ooooooh! It's very soft!
"Wait, did you say you'll pay extra?" She gives me a disappointed look.
"Yes. I did say that. But I also put in another option that was very clear for you to choose."
*Yellow* "The pussy can wait another time. I need every little income to buy better equipment and other unnecessary things!" I nip my thumb and open a portal. "This may be their job, but when money is on the line, the stage will be set for my ultimate performance!"
Outro: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - AC/DC
Hope you guys enjoyed the story! This one will not get updated as often since I'm more focused on writing my own story. Its called "La Isla del Abatido: Monster Girl's Paradise" in Fictionpress unnder Action, if anyone is interested. I'll apologize in advance for the lack of updates, but I saw the first episode and listened to D4C and I just had to write it. Anyways, have a wonderful day readers.