In the House that Lust Built.
Chapter 1: Self Esteem Part 1.
"When she came over, I lost my nerve. I took her back and made her dessert."
My door shivers under the weight of her pounding on it. I rub my face, my magenta eyes and yellow sclera glowin' in the dark. My own skin is a light lavender and my tail is viciously sharp and pointed. Spackled with a lotta black. Horns? Tiny. Longer horns mean more things for fuckers to grab an' throw me around. Same with my hair, Short but still a little long, sweepin' towards the nape of my neck, streaked with white.
"Kreigie babe! Lemme in~!" she whines, I'm almost certain she's drunk again. Considerin' the slurrin' she is. I open the door but keep the chain on. Her hot pink skin shadowed in the barely stayin' on hallway light, her coat is lopsided and on her arm is a foil covered heart tattoo with whatever the hell is on it crossed out.
That simp has my pity. A smile spreads on her lips and she leans against the door, "Kreigie…" she croons, her hand touching my cheek, my own hand ghosting to a blade at my hip.
"Verosika." My voice is rough, thick with anger. How in the nine circles did she find me?! Did she still have me on her Sinstagram?! I barely use that blasted-
"I know… I know I treated ya badly, baby. But I made a mistake. Kreiger, I…"
Don't say it.
"Love…"
Don't you dare finish that sentence, Mayday!
"I'm slammin' the door in yer face now." I almost do it but Verosika stops me by grabbing my shirt and pulling me toward her. God, not again! Not again, no! Dig in yer damn heels, Kreiger!
But when she kisses me, the chain loosens, and she stumbles us through the room, landing on the floor with me, her eyes full of that love I wanted so badly I could fuckin' kill for it. She laughs and hugs me.
"I love you, Kreiger…"
"Yeah. I know." I almost wanna stab her for how bad she got me last time. An' the time before that. Fuckin' yankin' my heart around. Guess that's why I let her in. I wanted that love. That praise. Her smile and how she would wind her tail with mine and we'd just…
She sways a little, then passes out on top of me. Sighing, I pick her up an' carry her to bed. She's gonna be ornery in the mornin'. I leave the room and lay on the couch, pulling out my phone and checking it. Pa prob'ly sent me somethin' to do. Nah, he didn't. I sigh and roll back over, shivering from the fact that she probably badmouthed me again. Like I didn't matter to her one damn bit and everythin'. Maybe her time with her now ex was just bad. Maybe she needed me.
Maybe it'll be like before. The couch is hard but I refuse t' let her touch me again. My tail whips through the air, I won't cry. I can't cry. Don't cry. I let her in, fuckin' stupid. That was fuckin' stupid! I fight so hard to sleep but it keeps me choke held awake. Hours whiz by and all I can do is grit my damn teeth and bear it. Verosika's soft steps sound out, she's awake and walking for the couch, a smile on her face.
"Mornin'..." I yawn, "Y'know what to do." I rise and she whisks over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply, the taste of that shit she drinks still tracing her kiss but I pull back and she giggles.
"Help me, Kreiger." she coos, "I can't wait to have some of your coffee…"
That stings a little, just the coffee line.
"But'cha don't drink coffee, darlin'?" I hazard it out, makin' it fraught with danger 'cause Verosika's really particular. She scoffs.
"What? Of course I do! Stop being so scared of me, baby!" she wraps her tail around mine, standing a little on tiptoe and kissing me on the cheek, "Thank you for taking me back~!" she smells like a damn near brewery but I gotta remember what I gotta do. I gotta kick her out. Cut her off. Come on, Krieger, make your pa proud! Muster up the courage, come on! Show that pink bitch that we ain't the same pushov- she nuzzles my cheek.
NO! Our weakness! Goddammit, I hate that!
"Verosika, I… I uhm…" I stop, "I'm… I'm glad you're back." I smile and kiss her on the forehead. She giggles and I hurry off to make myself some coffee. And her too, I guess. Everything just feels so fucking off. But the coffee is almost out.
She comes back into my life again, uproots everything, like… I close my eyes, remembering the last time we were happy. No. No, stop it. You don't feel shit. You don't know shit. Breathe.
"So uh… what's the damage this time, sweetiepie?"
Verosika looks up from her phone, "Well, I broke up with that guy, Blitzo." she sighs, "He was a dick, not like you, honey~! Maxed out my damn credit card."
"Right." I state, working on her coffee that'll prob'ly be thrown right in my face. Nice t'know that the entire time I was in Wrath gettin' myself better she already moved on, was dramatic, and found someone she'd get tatted on her body. Only for it t'get crossed out. I chuckle and set the cup down. She reaches for it.
"Thanks, Kreigie." she says and my cheeks heat up. My hands stim lightly and I look down at my feet. She makes me melt just with those words. Those gentle, kind words that she used to say often. Ones I don't hear often anymore.
"Uh huh. Yeah, anytime, darlin'. Jus' say the word an' I can do anythin' you ask!" I sputter.
"Anything?" she echoes, drinking some of it and keeping it down, "Well…" she gets the bedroom eyes. Gulping, I scurry back against the wall, my tail coiling.
"Y-yeah, I-" she surges toward me and kisses me deep, her tongue forcing its way through my mouth and her arms pulling me close. That can happen later. Her hands pull my shirt off.
"Ah fuck!" she yells, "Kreigie baby, harder!" her cheeks blush fuschia an' I'm just laying into her like a hellhound in heat. We're screwing in my kitchen, her hands slipping on the counter, my hands wrapped gently yet firmly around her middle.
"Fucking take it, Verosika!" I pant, closing my eyes with a smile, "Take it!" I whip her ass with my tail, hearing a loud squealing cry, her cheek pressed to the cold counter quickly warming from me ramming her into it.
Everything blurs together. Wall, floor, another wall, then back to the bedroom. My tail wrapped strongly around her now, keeping her secure as she's moaning like it's all she knows how to do. I hate to admit it but I get even more pleasure hearin' an' seein' it.
Her wrapped in my tail, barely coherent. Drooling and my streams pumping into her body. I pull out and grab her by the horn, lifting her and kissing her.
"Mmm…" she groans, closing her eyes and weakly holding onto me, her tongue lolling sweet and she pulls away, hair going over her eye, strands of it wet around her forehead and mouth, she grins and leans against me.
"Kreiger…" she whispers, "I love you…"
I smirk, "Really?" Please for all that's unholy, let her stay. Let her just turn around an' be mine again. I don't wanna ever let her go! She's too important! Fuck yer losin' it, dumbass! This is what she wants! What she always wanted! Succubi an' Incubi never say that kinda lovey dovey shit!
No, she's better!
She fucked other guys!
So?! We can kill 'em!
If we can FIND THEM YA IDIOT! She rips me out of my bad thoughts with a soft kiss.
"Yeah, dork."
Worthless idiot.
"Haha. Looks like I'm a lucky guy." I nuzzle her and she giggles.
Dumbass.
Verosika smiles and winds her tail around mine, "You're right, ya know. Pretty lucky."
Fucking disappointment.
I shut them up and pull the covers over us, no more bad thoughts for the rest of the night. When I wake, it'll be all back to normal. All back to what we should be. Verosika and I will be back together again. It's…
"Rrgh! FUCK!" I kick the wall, gouging a hole in my Pa's office wall and cracking the truss. Raging I stomp the trashcan to scrap metal. His office, normally all in order with bullets lined up in his favorites collection, the cannons and the guns, the swords, all of it outta sorts an' dented 'cause I fucking want it to be.
Dad's bullets on his desk all jump and clatter as I throw more shit around. He straightens them with a panicked stare, straightening them like he's got nothin' else to do but that. He wipes his forehead, his tail gently resting on the stand, the gatling gun he has on it whirring slower. Instead'a alcohol or smokin' or even drugs. My Pa has an obsession with bullets. An' well, we're Hell's number one arms manufacturer and dealer! But that night with Verosika… god fucking DAMMIT! I heft a cannon and Pa's gatling tail whirs to life, makin' me put it back down. I pace.
"FUCK FUCK FUCKIN' FUCK!" I roar, "FUCKING AGAIN?! AGAIN! SHE FUCKED ME, HAD MY COFFEE, THE LAST OF IT, AN' FUCKED ME! Well, over…" My Pa, Lucifer bless 'im, listens intently. He always knows what to say.
Tears sting my eyes, "Pa… was I… God, I was…" he rises, his seven foot one frame shadowing me and setting a warm hand on my head. He grins and ruffles my hair. His black hair slicked back, his muscles strainin' his suit. His bright red eyes meet my magenta eyes.
"Boy, look at me." his voice is soft, almost crooning, "Ya got the short end 'a the stick."
"Don'tcha think I know that, Pa?" I sniffle, "Everything is bad… I'm hearin' Ma again and it's louder now…" Pa picks me up and hugs me. He dries my tears with his handkerchief. I lean into his hand, it's rough an' calloused from years of makin' his guns by hand. Makes it more special.
"Baby boy, no more cryin'. I got somethin' real special." he smiles and clicks a button, the walls slide up and there're tons of guns. My eyes sparkle and I run to them, armin' myself for war. He grins and watches me from a little bit of a distance.
"I got myself a bit of a bind, see. A buncha hicks out in the boonies're runnin' an illegal trade, bein' a threat to our family business. The Salvoes sell all over Hell, an' well, you can see why I don' like the competition…" A sick, twisted grin spreads on my face and he grins right back at me with golden tipped razor teeth.
"I will send unto them, only you. Rip N' Tear, make Hell sing." he puts me down, "An' come back in time for dinner, I'll be waitin'."
"All the fixin's?" I ask, loading up a motorbike fulla guns and ammo. Somethin' about this is just gonna be real fun!
"You know it, Kreiger."
I smile and turn back to Pa, he pats me on the head as the wall facing outside slides open. I mount my motorbike and crank up the music.
"Keep a light on." I growl, "I'll be home in a minute." I ride off across the dusty plains of Wrath, the hot sun and jet off towards where he pinged them, getting on my Bike Gatling an' ready t'rock!
Speeding down the dusty roads, dodging fire from left an' right from fuckers who really don't know how to fuckin' aim. My cycle chokes and grinds to a damn near halt but I spray bullets out grinding down the outer guys and diving behind some cover, a bloodlust lights in me.
"Hey! Y'all got one shot t' stop the metric shit ton of cleanup I gotta do!" I yell, "Otherwise I'mma end up makin' y'all into hamb-"
The answer was a wasted barrage of bullets raining at me from behind, spattering into the car and I take some in the back with my armored tail whipping them into the paneling. Rolling out and tossing a grenade, I unholster my pistols and pop off, the classic revolvers unloading their bullets inta them like nothin' at all. I leap over 'em and throw down more grenades, the blasts're music to my ears, blasting more guys to shreds with my shotguns. Swaying with my duster coat and body armor, dancing to a song pumping through my ears.
The blood is hot. The blood covers the spots Verosika touched. Whoever invented hell had the right idea. I spin and a sharp burning pain cuts through my shoulder. But I shred whoever did that with a tail slice. My shoulder gushes and I tie it with a tourniquet usin' my tie. Everything goes red and a burning sensation takes over my body. It ain't like anything like normal. My heart goes insane and a crazy cackle rips through my throat. Gasping, growling, my tail flaying some of them, my fangs like razors.
"Come on! C'mon! C'mere, ya dickless bastards!" I charge towards them, "YER MY THERAPY!" Gunpowder, munitions, blades and blood all coat me and make me reek with 'em. I sway towards the last fucker.
I notice his hot pink skin and my eyes sting, "Shit…" There's a kick to my gun, and it's over. I slouch and breathe out, "Fuck…" He's shredded.
Reloading, holstering it. I see my Pa's hummer thunder up the way. He gets out and surveys the damage with a wide smile and pulling me into his arms, squeezing me just a little to not aggravate my wound.
"That's my boy!" he coos, "Dinner's ready!"
"Ow!" I hiss at my father digging into my shoulder to get the bullet still lodged in there. He smiles and gets it out, putting it still bloodstained into a big jar of tons of other bullets I got shot with. His tail pats the jar closed and I shove down some food.
"See son? It ain't so bad bein' single, yeah?" he bandages me up and all I can think about is how close I got last night to being… that. Shaking and cleaning my pistol while I chew on the succulent chicken. I polish it until it shines, all my weapons smeared with blood and gore I clean like new. Almost like Pa and his bullets. After that's done I eat my cold food. My eyes focus on my phone. Just one call and it'd all be okay. Pa went to bed long ago.
Yeah, run away and hide behind your father again. Really classy.
We should be home, getting women and moving on! What are you clinging to Verosika for?!
She never loved us. Never.
They're wrong. They're always goddamn wrong. She loves me, she makes me feel good. She makes me feel right. After all…
You're hoping for a day that'll never come, Kreiger. Why fight so hard for it?
She's all I got left. Pa, again, Lucifer's blessin's. And Ma… god not Ma. I touch her number and she answers with a, "Kreigie babe!"
"Hey Verosika…" I sigh with a tired smile, lovin' the sound of her voice. For a second I feel like she's going to ask me where I am. Or what I'm up to. But the words hit me like a train. The words that she said…
She doesn't mean it. She never did.
"Hey, Vero?" I ask, "Those words ya said t'me. Didja mean them?"
"Kreiger, why do you ask?" she sighs.
"D'unno! Maybe I wanna confirm it? Maybe 'cause we grew up in the circle where my Pa and I were pretty much-"
"Mm… Oh, what was tha-"
I hang up and storm off to my old room. No more. No more. This time it's over for real. Fuck off, Verosika! Fuck off, randomass feelin's! We're a cold killer, a bloodlustin' badass! An'...
She's calling me back.
Fuck.
FUCK.
A.N: Hello and welcome to my first Helluva Boss fanfic! I hope you enjoyed this romp through the Hell of The House that Lust Built! Kreiger is one of my fabulous OCs and his story is just beginning! Feel free to tell me what y'all think! Thanks and see you for Part 2 of Self Esteem!
Sincerely,
XIII.