It's been about two months since Mason seriously started his habilitation. It's been hard, to put it mildly, but he has shortened his drinking habits to only three a day and has only one cheat day every 2 weeks.
There have been several setbacks as Mason's violent nature is hard to suppress. One that first started when his horns grew out. Especially now when there's a prick thinking he's hot shit.
"Sorry ain't cutting it!"
Turn the other cheek, turn the other cheek, he told himself. The fat demon who occupied a section of an alleyway with his vast body made himself wider as Mason tried to walk past.
"I'm about to meet up with a friend of mine. So let me get past you fat fuck"
Again the fat son of a bitch shoulder-checks him with force. With his patience wearing thin the air around him begins to smoke as the hot air in hell cools in an instant when near him. As Mason walks forward and a third shoulder check occurs, the outcome is the opposite: the fat demon stumbles back and screams in pain.
Mason walks as if nothing had happened, but a hand grabs him and in an instant, the perpetrator is an ice sculpture. He has no regret or remorse, but he hopes the demon can survive with all the fat he has. Hopefully, this isn't another setback.
This incident isn't going to linger as he's on his way to meet Velvet. She has been the only real way to safely relieve himself. She had promised him the recipe of her health potion. He had to promise not to sell them, but that's fine as he is intending to use them for free on others. It stands to reason that if he helps for nothing in return he's stacking up the good karma.
He finds a familiar building. It's tall and way too big for one person. It could have been a decent hotel, but he concluded after the first time he visited her. She needs an even bigger place. It's messy so so terribly messy.
"Vel, I'm here!" She could be anywhere in the building, but he just had to catch the attention of one of her creations.
Soon a small doll came. Mason simply followed the little straw doll. The many rooms he went past had their very own theme. Most of them had weird plant life. Other rooms were full of caged animals. A few shelved jars upon jars of who knows what. Finally, he reach the end of the hallway, and there stood Velvet commanding her straw dolls as she read a piece of paper.
"Go grab these for me." The guide grabbed a piece of paper handed by Velvet.
Embracing his arm as she invades his privacy, "Maze! Selfie."
An uncomfortable smile showed itself on his face that was followed by a heavy sigh. "Is the picture really necessary?"
"Uuuuh, yeah. Don't complain I compromised by only sharing it on my private account."
"Thank you so much. How nice, benevolent, and generous of you." A sidestep followed by a mockingly lazy bow with equally sarcastic words.
"Is that so? Then you wouldn't mind repaying me by trying some of my prototypes." A mischievous smile adored her face as a piece of rope from her handled a tray with 3 potions. She slid near him when his attention was on the three unique potions and jumped up on his shoulders leaving her feet to dangle in the air.
"I, perhaps... Fuck it, I'll drink the glowing green one."
She levitates the tray and picks up the potion, swinging it from side to side in his face, "need some help?"
"No-mmmhhh!" Mason frowns as Velvet bites his neck, "I came for the teaching for the healing potion and not..."
"What?" She asked innocently when Mason quieted down.
"Did you curse me?" He askingly accuses her, making her stop her love bites as she jumps off him.
"hmmmmm," she hummed 'thoughtfully.' "Other than having someone like me digging you then no."
A small chuckle escaped him, "at least you're self-aware."
"C'mon, it ain't only a curse." She gently guides his jaw to her and kisses him which surprised him somewhat.
They had been working on a more sensual companionship that was slightly developing with much hardship. With the shrinking fuse of his temper and her wicked sense of pleasure and love. So it was surprising when she acted so-so... so human.
Without realizing he had pulled her body against his, pushing his leg between hers as the kiss evolved the more they got engrossed.
But it came to an abrupt end as she choked him with one of her ropes making space between them. Without skipping a beat she chug the green potion while leaving just a mouthful in her mouth.
Mason with the growing lust didn't care as he drank during the continuation of their heating kiss. Her grip tightened on his nape and he could feel some bindings slithering over his clothes trying to sneakily bind him.
She tensed as she felt a creeping cold spreading from the man holding her so tight. He was daring her to continue her advances with the consequences of a cold and painful retaliation. One she would happily challenge if not for the potion they drank.
Mason was delighted as she removed her ropes. "I think this is the first time you backed down." He wasn't mocking but simply said a statement. Nonetheless, she pierced his nape with all five of her fingers causing him to reactively tilt his head back.
She used the chance to lick his neck once, a long one from the collarbone to the start of his jawline. "You don't sweat a lot do ya?"
Forcing himself to look down despite his continued implements, and locked eyes with her. The annoyance was evident in his eyes, but his touch was still gentle if a bit cold. "I'm just well-equipped to keep myself cold and others much colder."
Ice formed on the hand drawing blood. She unexpectedly leaned her head on his chest, "Taste my sweat."
He eyed her as he slowly iced her hand, but she didn't refrain her hand. Moreover, the request was unusual in the way that it was relatively normal. At least compared to the other things she had wanted him to do.
Curious he did as requested and licked her exposed neck. He didn't taste the saltiness he had tasted many times before, but rather a very strong sweetness like honey. The sweetness faded quickly as they had only kissed and brushed each other bar for the thing with his nape.
"Sweet, very much unlike you." Opening her eyes which had a dangerous alluring gaze.
"Oh? Then what am I normally like?" She wore a predatory smile one that promised a world of hurt but also a fulfillment of lustful desires.
"In one word? Then it would be-"
It didn't matter what he said. Also, in the end, he didn't learn shit that day.
The smell of honey was the first thing he recognized. The second was that it came from Velvet who was snuggling him. It stung quite a bit then again he was covered in wounds that seemed to come from a whip. They crossed each other creating various and odd X-shaped wounds on his body.
Yet he still held her close. Looking at her he lost to the urge to lick the clogged wounds on her cheek. The wounds were unclogged as his tongue moistened them up. The blood tasted like honey with a metallic aftertaste.
It was frightening how much he had changed. Not only in arousal and kinks but the level of fucked shit his intrusive thoughts were on... If people could hear them they would be running and screaming. The worst part of it was that the intrusive impulses were winning more and more.
Even now as he devours her blood, he has the impulse to just create deeper wounds. Sliding his cock into her and just grabbing onto whatever while feeling her flesh pierced by his claws as he selfishly and intensely satisfied himself. The way her pained moans would sing in his ears.
His manhood fully erects as it accidentally touches her thigh. His fantasy aside he really needed to take control of himself. He hasn't forgotten his reason for being in the now Hazbin hotel. He wanted to see his kids again and... that was pretty much it.
He was very well aware that his wife was going to move on... as she should. Just as he moved on from his first love. His erection fully gone he was thinking deeper and deeper. No doubt his son's mother had met someone else in heaven now that he knew heaven and hell were real. And unlike on earth, he would 100% be a good man.
Did that mean he could...? No, she wasn't going to be redeemable as it's impossible to help someone who doesn't wanna be helped.
Feeling the hunger in him he raised himself, " I can't survive on blood alone. Wanna get something to eat?"
Letting go of him she shifted to turn her back to him showing she was somewhat awake, "Just fuck off I'm gonna get some more sleep."
"I'm taking a shower and going out for take away when I get back you better be ready to teach me that healing potion you should have taught me yesterday"
She groaned, "Aren't you supposed to be back in your "rehabilitation"? You could get kicked out."
"Just gonna tell them an unfortunate variable came. And I would worry they seem desperate for participants."
"Unfortunate? I'm pretty sure liars and frauds are the biggest sins one can commit."
"A pleasant variable then, but I can easily think of bigger sins than lying and scamming. Sure that's true?"
"Something I read once, can't remember who and I don't really care."
Getting in the spacious shower he turned the water to its coldest. He relished the cold water, his body was smeared with dried-up blood. As the blood moistened it slid off him. The various wounds that let it flow were already in the later stages of healing leaving only faint scars that would fade in a few months.
"Anyway, better be ready for that potion when I get back with some food." He said as he dressed himself.
"Said I wasn't hungry." She had turned to the other side of the bed and watched him buttoning his shirt.
"And I say bullshit. I won't share when you undoubtedly will have some of my food and I know you won't take no for an answer."
It had claimed a few of his meals. He had tried to protect what was his, but it had been nothing but a nightmare to deflect her many appendages. However, the floor would usually get the nourishment...
Obviously, she couldn't deny any such development as it had happened quite a few times. She couldn't help it too much as when she watched him eating she instinctively wanted it too. It didn't matter if she had her own "Sharing is a virtue! What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine, you know?"
Mason shook his head and sat next to Velvet on the bed. "Sharing is a two-way street."
He leaned down and locked lips with her. "I'm not the one trying to get to heaven," she told him in a highly mighty tone of one being morally in the right.
"Screw you."
After some time he returned with four sandwiches. "Foods here."
The bedroom was vacant of Velvet. "Fuck me, she actually is preparing."
He went on a hunt for the overlord. Checking every door and calling her name as he wouldn't find her today if he had to skimage each room for her. Eventually finding her putting on eyeshadow. "Got some grub for you."
"Sure took your sweet time."
"Can't have an overlord eating just anything."
"Careful, you're setting up expectations. You know how vexed I get when disappointed."
He rolled his eyes at her and threw a small box of sandwiches at her. He opens his own and picked one of the two up. "Anyway, you got a recipe or do I need to write it down?"
"Don't talk about work when I'm eating," she continued her daily cosmetic as she chewed.
"Work? Here I thought your alchemy was a hobby."
"It is when I'm experimenting..." She had turned to him and he noticed her eyeing him. "Gimme."
"We have the exact same food."
"Just a bite."
He held his sandwich tighter in case she tried anything, "You're being a brat right now."
"Am not. You just looked so satisfied eating that. There gotta be something more in it."
He conceded and broke a bit off. It was too early for this to escalate. "No more."
"Thank you." That was another thing. She was actually showing gratitude and not just thinking of it as she deserved it.
She liked his food more. She popped the broken-off piece and then the chewing intensified. Swallowing she looked at him and held her own bitten sandwich, "Switch with me."
"I- sure." He had no reason to refuse as hers was less eaten, but it still made a few questions pop up in his mind. She looked to be genuinely enjoying the food more as she had stopped her morning routine to eat. It was strange, but it was Velvet.
Done eating and finishing her makeup, she clapped her hands and in that moment multiple dolls entered with ingredients and a pental and mortar.
"I'll continue working on my potions while you can practice. I'll keep an eye out to make sure you aren't fucking anything up."
The healing potions were not too complicated, he just had to pound away... Surprisingly she didn't make any dirty comments or really anything else silly for that matter. She was unusually concentrated and serious in a non-threatening way for a change.
"The hell you looking at? You're distracting." She spared him an annoyed glance.
"Just you. I've never seen this side of yours. I like it." He was honest without really thinking anything over.
Eyeing him in stunned silence, she clicked her tongue, "Fucking knock it off and start pounding." He resumed his pounding. The healing potion consisted of 5 ingredients. He simply had to prepare them and then pound them all together until they become a smooth paste.
"You have to keep adding water or it will start cooking."
"Yes ma'am."
"Uhhh, I like that attitude."
"Well, then keep earning it."
