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What if: A Succubus' Assistant Pt.2

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It's been a few years and... Alan was not in a good mood.

Then again, recent events have turned his usually modest job into a true nightmare due to her boss' trouble-seeking personality. Years of building up his experience, making a living through this life-changing experience, be in touch with the supernatural world and get out of his family home as quickly as possible- all of that shouldn't be leading to this shitstorm of a messy situation that his boss caused in her most recent stunt.

So, it was no secret that he felt this new problem was going to be a horrid affair to handle with the ramifications Verosika and her posse's actions carry. The police chief was a reasonable man at least, and he was walking beside him as they ventured into the jail of the department where the group was being held at.

The officers snickering near the large open cell were soon quiet as they noticed their boss and saluted him as the duo approached. The old man spared the young assistant a flat look.

"I'll give you a blind spot for twenty minutes. Then the cameras will be brought up online," He remarked, and he turned to address his 'guys' to leave them all be while Alan handled the mess that my 'clients' caused on the local beach.

Alan was just shocked that this happened and... there was much to discuss. They all had already switched to their original forms so it was going to be easier to discuss this without being awkward. One of the officers left a key stuck by the cell's door and Alan went to open it up- soon, he found himself lifted up in a hug by a happy hellhound, tail wagging and muzzle nuzzling on his chest.

"Thanks bro!"

"Tex, I am happy to know you're all fine, but I am pissed and you really should let me go now."

The 'big pup' stiffened at the response and yet complied to this, looking surprised and... mortified.

"And yes, I am pissed because of the shitty stunt that landed you here."

The entire group, the so-called 'Posse' deflated at this.

"It's not our fault-" Verosika tried to retort.

"It's the IMP, yes, I heard your rant through the phone call you gave while you were getting processed," Alan interjected dryly. "Yet, this will not hold with the judge overseeing this case."

"It can't be that bad," Verosika half-whined half-scoffed... before she got served some documents by him. The young woman spared a quick look at the bigger text and- "W-We are getting sued?"

The human walked them to the nearby table, and they all took seats all around minus Vortex as the hellhound was too big for any chair available.

"Yep. But that's by far the least troublesome issue," The young man remarked, pushing another paper across the table. "This is."

The succubus took a bit more time to understand what the new paper was about and... it was quite bad. Hell's highest authorities were 'concerned' by what had ensued and were working to screw with them due to the 'giant monster debacle' that the stupid drink of theirs had caused.

"Can we salvage this?" She asked and Alan grimaced but nodded.

"You will write an apology to Lucifer," The young man started to say. "And you will lie by saying that some of the stupid boozed-up, drugged-up fan of yours stole one of the cans and wasted its content on the ocean."

"W-Wouldn't that be bad?" Kat asked, the guy not being a pushover as the rest. "I mean, lying to the King is- wouldn't it break laws?"

"No," Verosika recognized. "That's not the issue-"

"It means that you will all stop bringing that stupid brew in the mortal realm. No more of that."

"But-" Milky tried to reason but, I stopped her.

"But nothing, Mil. I get it, you love that shit the most- but if it does lead you to an early grave, I believe a sacrifice to lessen the consumption of that will only do you all more good than not."

"So, does this mean we are free to leave after this?" Apple asked, sounding a bit nervous. "Coco and I were planning a date-"

"Which will have to be moved up if it coincides with some new jobs you have to do to keep up your reputation from sinking. Our papers are running damage-control, but some rags are already shitting on the whole event despite the fact there is genuine paperwork that made the event official," The young man replied harshly. "And yes, we are still getting sued because just having Tex to work security is not going to stop minors from getting in and joining the 'fun'."

Everyone shrunk at that development.

"However, not all is lost. After all, the police officers involved in this case will be dealt with for wrongful arrest for having taken you in for the wrong reason," Alan continued to say, smiling a bit. "And the worst you can expect from the jobs is at least two charity concers with good behavior in the mortal realm."

"...What about hell?" Verosika inquired. "I mean, wouldn't an apology-"

"It would be enough. As much as Lucifer would be annoyed by this, the notion that some subjects are willing to fall in line before getting punished would keep him from putting more effort on the topic. So, I would suggest getting that letter written quickly."

The woman nodded. "The trial?"

"It will be solved accordingly. We have our lawyer on the case and he will shred the prosecution's thesis to pieces in a quick non-televised intervention," The assistant answered, yet looked annoyed. "By the way, I want you to also explain me how the fuck you messed up this badly with that sudden concert."

"...It's complicated."

"We were trying to outdo Verosika's Ex."

The lead succubus' gaze shifted angrily as she turned to look at the one that blurted out the truth. "Milky!"

"What?! It's just stupid that we ended up in this shithole- not everyone is happy to suck dicks to get out of jail despite how good it feels at times!" The curvy girl rebuked with the same irritation. "Plus, Alan is saving our skin here- the least we can do is being honest on how we fucked up."

Quite surprising to hear that, but Milky was always the one that had a soft spot for the young man. All of them were found one way or another, given the means to achieve their potential and... Milky had the shittiest background before being taken in. Compared to others, she had a valid reason to protect her current status quo in life.

"Verosika-"

"I had him- I was so close and-"

"That's not the point, dammit!" Alan slammed his fists on the table, silencing her. "I get it, you want him to pay. No one here is telling you to not do that- but have the brain to at least not do it by putting everything you have at stake. You want him dealt with? Do it in the private without endangering your chances of having a good life after pushing through that shitty situation."

Despite the previous united front mindset the posse had up to this point, many gave some agreeing looks to what Alan had just said. Verosika stared down to the documents he just brought to her and... sighed loudly.

"Everyone, I am... messed up. I should have not led you all in this fuck-up and get riled up by that dipshit. We should- no, we are better than this and I dragged you all down."

"It's... It's alright, boss," Tex answered first. "It's just... your ex is a dick, but the others in his group weren't that bad."

"The married imp guy was cute," Josh hummed mirthfully. "And his lady was-"

"About as thicc as Milky," Coco giggled, causing Milky to scoff.

"I am the thiccest!" She proclaimed strongly, turning to look at Alan. "Right, Al?"

"As I told you before, Mil, you don't have a cake- you have a bakery," The young man answered much to the girl's delight. "And everything there is sweet."

"Thanks, hun!"

Verosika frowned heavily at this, never once pleased of this kind of interactions as... she wasn't exactly too open to 'share' her assistant to anyone. But still, the work was done right and there wasn't any reason to be too possessive about it.

"Nonetheless, good... Good job, Alan."

"You're welcome, boss."

'I am so going to get you back to pounding my pussy silly once the holiday season begins.'

AN

More Succ, more Pup, more Lood promise!

REVIEW Q&A!

Coldblue2015:
1) To an extend? Yes;
2) It will be explained in the next chapter, but let's just say it was a bit of a 'Home Alone' situation sort of ordeal;
3) He has been mostly in Earth all this time, but that may soon change;

LurkerReader007:
1) She is not as addicted and she is less reckless due to a few issues that caused and the 'punishments' she got for these messes;
2) He is mostly neutral, but he sees Blitz as a dickhead. Reasonably so.

ReadingBeta: Sorry, but I am not Santa.