Here's the fifth chapter everyone this chapter was cowritten along with Pyrojack25 just like with the previous chapter. I'm very pleased how this turned out now I'm aware that in the last chapter I screwed up a bit and made a few mistakes and I made sure to try and correct those mistakes.
If I do something stupid just let me know through PM instead of the reviews but just don't be jackhead about it.
Also huge shout out to Cowboyalchemist for doing some artwork commissions for Donner, if you check his Deviantart page you can all get an image of what he looks like, heck I've even decided that the latest image he did as the cover image for this story.
By the way I got something special planned for this month as well for this story, I'm real confident that you'll all enjoy it. With that said, here's the fifth chapter.
Destinys Bar comes into view, and we hear some sounds? Some very strange noises that sounded like moaning? We turn to see Destiny having both hands over-the being gaps in shock dramatically
Before anything could be seen Destiny covers itself from anything disturbing that could possibly be seen.
"You didn't see anything!" Destiny pointed at the reader's/audience. "Dammit! Can't a supreme being that has to overlook everything and make sure the littlest mistake can't get any privacy!? Well do you!? Do you know how stressful my * job is!? A lot of stress! Like a coconut stuck right in between a monkey's ass! Like that!"
Destiny calms itself down. "Sorry about that. I lost my cool there for a second. Recap time!" With a snap of fingers, we see a few clips of what happened last time. One example included when Donner & Octavia doing a double spit take after hearing Stolas what said over at the phone followed by them entering Loo Loo Land.
"In the previous one Donner got to tag along to a rip off amusement park that screamed of corporate shame and rip-offs!"
We now see the two avian demons going on a few rides including the part where Octavia got splashed with a nearby water ride before we see them riding on a Ferris Wheel.
"But even despite that he and Octavia had some fun. It was actually an ok day despite the crap hole burning to the ground in the process."
The recap stopped and we see Destiny sitting next to the old tv.
"Right now you're all in for a special treat. Because this one will focus on another one of our characters having the spotlight. Now let's talk about getting back into the 'game'. Whatever you all call it I'm talking about after a period of time after losing something or someone dear, to the point where you shut yourself off from everyone else. After you attempt to try and throw yourself into the fray of trying to find someone that can fill in that empty space. A very tricky game where most don't feel if there a possible chance to try and have another shot at love."
Destiny clapped its hands. "Now, just ignore my sappy talking and enjoy the show. Ciao!" Our main focus now goes to the old tv that turns on showing the title for the story.
Helluva Servant
Chapter/Episode 5
What the Heart Wants
Currently we see a nice five room apartment come into view. Followed by seeing Rocky in a set of red pjs walking into the kitchen yawning away.
From nearby he grabs a chair and moves it over to the cupboards opening it up he found what he was looking for a box of cereal called. Captain Jaws.
"Yeeeah!" The pup grabbed the box and moved the chair back putting the box onto the table before going to grabbing a big bowl and the two other most important things, a spoon and milk.
But when the hell pup closed the door he was met with the sight of his father eating some crackers from a bag. Right now Miguel was wearing a simple plain blue shirt with gray pajama shorts.
"Rocky how come every time I'm the kitchen you the kitchen? In the damn refrigerator. Eating up all the food you can find."
"Hey, I can't help it I get hungry." The pup shrugged.
"I know that. You still got some growing to do but c'mon lay off my goods. I know it was you who ate my dinner. My barbecue ribs soaked in sauce, my mashed potatoes and biscuits. You even ate my pie. The whole damn thing. What's wrong with you?"
The hell pup shrugged his shoulders again. "I was hungry."
"Well sheesh, if your gonna eat something than you run it by me. Especially if it's something I'm interested and wanna eat."
"Ok." Rocky goes over to the table with the milk and spoon at hand.
"Also, last night when dinner was done, I told you to take out the garbage. Didn't I tell you too?"
"Yeah."
"So why didn't you?" Miguel kept up with the questions.
"I fell asleep."
"Well after your done take it out."
"Gotcha." Rocky prepares to pour the cereal tell Miguel spoke up.
"Whoa-Whoa." Miguel stopped his boy from pouring the bowl. "What are you doing?"
"Pouring me some cereal."
"Nuh-Uh. You get a small bowl you don't need that whole box son."
"Fiiiiine." Rocky groaned we went to grab one while his dad shook his head.
"I'm starting to think you think I'm made out money sometimes with the way you eat."
"You act like it." Rocky muttered.
"What'd you say?" Miguel inquired.
"Nothing."
Hours later we see Donner hanging out at Howlin Moon Records reading some graphic novels to pass the time. But in all actuality this was his day off and he was bummed out.
The reason for his mood was because this was of those weekends where Stella took Octavia to spend time with relatives from 'her' Side of the family. Not only as a way to torment Stolas, but also a sick attempt to help make her into a proper noble demon.
He was actually looking forward to spending time with her,
On the other hand though, he was able to still talk to her. Not face to face but through texting.
This was a result of Octavia's idea so not only would she be able to communicate with him Incase if there was ever trouble but also just to simply chat when she had the time when they couldn't do it directly face to face.
He opened up the text chat to talk to her.
Thunderstruck4: Hey? How's it going over there?
Donner waited for a reply and soon enough he got one smiling a bit
Gothchk17: Alright, but to be kind of honest it's a bit suffocating over here.
Thunderstruck4: Oh yeah?
Gothchk17: Yeah...I mean not only is mum to n my case but everyone else over here too.
Thunderstruck4: Sorry to hear that...
Gothchk17: What are you doing right now?
Thunderstruck4: Hanging our at Howlin Moon Records. Today's one of my days off...
Thunderstruck4:...Its also boring...
Gothchk17:...What? You miss me?
Thunderstruck4:...A little bit...
Gothchk17:...Aw:)
Gothchk17: I'll admit it's stale without you around here as well. But I don't think you'd like to be around here though...
Thunderstruck4: You don't even need to tell me...If there related to your mom and your uncle in anyway...:(
Gothchk17: Yeah I know...But hey don't worry I'll be back by Monday. We can hang out when we get the chance. ;)
Thunderstruck4: I'll hold you too that.
Gothchk17: Well I gotta go...Talk to you later Donner.
Thunderstruck4: Gotcha, hang in there Octavia, it'll be over soon enough.
Gothchk17: (Thumbs Up)
With the chat done Donner sighed putting an arm underneath his chin.
On que Rocky came up right next to him looking a bit curious. "Hi Donner."
"Sup, Rocky." Donner gave him a fist bump.
"What are you doing here?"
"Stella took Octavia with her."
"Oh no, did queen bird take her away?" Rocky inquired.
"No it's one of those things where she takes her to see her relatives."
Rocky winces a bit upon hearing that. "Yeesh." The pup then hummed in thought. "By the way what time is it?"
Donner checks his watch. "It's about 11:45."
"Right on time." Donner raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Time for what?" Rocky in response pointed over to Miguel who was making sure his hair was proper. "What's Miguel doing?"
"Now look over by the entrance." Donner does as instructed and watched as someone entered the shop.
It was a female Hellhound with a wolf-like appearance. Just like most species her eyes had red sclera with white irises, and she was wearing dark grey eyeshadow. She also had a piercing on her right eyebrow.
Her fur was white with grey encircling her face, grey patches on her shoulders, and long, voluminous silver hair swept to the side to reveal her dark grey ears - the right of which is pierced with two small hoop earrings, the left which is ragged. She had a large, dark grey bushy tail with white on the underside.
Her outfit featured a spiked black choker. Her tattered grey, off-the-shoulder crop-top is held up at the neckline by a series of crisscross spaghetti-straps that form an inverted pentagram. She wears shorts that are tattered at the hems, with a crescent moon detail on the right side. Loona accessorizes with fingerless gloves and black toeless stockings, with her black claws painted black.
Donner leaned over to Rockys ear. "Who's that?"
"Don't know." Rocky replied crossing his arms as they watched her browse through some of the music. "She showed up five months ago, and been coming here almost two too four times a week each day at the exact same time."
"Ok, sounds like regular so what's going on? I'm lost here."
"Look at my dad..." Donner looked over to Miguel who was sitting behind the counter acting like he was reading but in reality was watching her movements. "Yep it's official, my dad is whipped."
"Whipped?"
"Yeah 'whipped' you know into her?"
"Oooooh." Donner now understood where he was coming from. "Has he tried anything?"
"Eh, not really. The closest thing he's done is just simply talking, like 'find everything ok?' So forth. Other than that no dice."
"And this been going on for five months?"
"Yeah...At first it was funny but after a while and now kind of sad." Rocky than gained an idea. "Hey Donner? Maybe you can give him a push?"
"What me? Rocky I've been in a relationship in my whole life. Do I look like I got any experience?"
"Could've fooled me, I first thought Octavia was your girlfriend or something. But come on please? He'll listen to you."
"Ok, ok. Fine. No promises though."
"That's fine." Rocky accepted the sender and they both went up to Miguel who was still looking at the female hellhound who was looking at some of the movies they had in stock.
"Hey Papi." Rocky's voice snapped him out of it.
"Oh, Rocky, Donner. Did you need something?"
"How long you gonna stay behind this counter for?" Donner questioned.
"I'm sorry?"
"Rocky told me." Miguel turned to his pup who didn't look bothered despite the glare he was getting.
"Hey it's your fault not mine. This is just getting old. Your welcome." He sat on a stool to give himself a boost.
"Miguel do you even know her name?"
"No."
"Have you tried talking to her?"
"I have."
"Very little." Rocky chimed in.
"Well go on talk to her then."
Miguel was a little hesitant. "I-I don't know."
Rocky groaned at this hanging his head back. "Dad come on just do it! This is so painful to watch!"
"Excuse me? Rocky you don't even know what's going on. Your only five. You still got a few years before you can be in the saddle." Miguel said but his kid didn't look so convinced.
"Yeah I know, but I still got common sense. You taught me that. Plus that's why I'm enjoying my freedom right now." Miguel frowned at his kid starting to grow a little tired with him.
"Shouldn't you be working right now?"
"And miss this possible once in a life time experience before me? I think not."
"He's got a point." Donner commented.
"Don't encourage him."
"Well come on, just go talk to her."
"Um..." He started to fidget glancing over to the canine that caught his eye. "Could you introduce me?
"What?" Donner wanted to be sure he was hearing this right. "I'm sorry you want me to what?"
"Oh come on, dad really? You serious right now?"
"Rocky shut up. Yeah, Donner please as my best friend can you please just me this big favor."
Donner groaned a bit questioning why he got himself involved into this. "Fine, but you owe me big time." He proceeds to go over to Miguel's crush interest while Rocky scoffed.
"Wuss." Miguel pinches his ear. "OW!"
"Ok...here we go, excuse me?" Donner approaches her. "Excuse me?" He finally gets her attention.
"What? What the fuck do you want?"
'Whoa...ok. She's one of those.' Donner said to himself. "Well, pardon me for interrupting whatever your doing. But I just came to let you know that my friend is very interested in you. And he would be very much interested in taking you out later in a bit." Hearing this the hellhound looks to Donner with a raised eyebrow.
"For what? Some dog 'n pony show?"
"No, he would like to get to know if possible." She crossed out her arms showing she was starting to get annoyed.
"Do I look like fucking hooker to you?"
Donner simply replied. "No."
"Then piss off Captain Bucktooth."
"What is it people saying that?" He muttered to himself. "Look, my friend isn't trying anything funny, he things your very pretty and he'd like really would like get to you know you. That's all I, swear."
She looked down at him for a brief moment with a blank look, having a hard time buying it. "And what's in it for me?" The Hellhound questioned.
"Um...I'll pay you for it?"
"Pay me with what?"
"Money. Cold hard cash."
She thinks for a moment before replying. "No." She walks to the door till Donner spoke up.
"I'll pay you ten thousand souls!"
"Ten thousand souls for someone this desperate? Now I know you're pulling my leg." The hellhound scoffed.
"No, no I'm telling you the truth, I work for a very wealthy family. I mean it."
"Yeah right." She doubted the thunderbird. "Unless you prove it, I'm not listening."
Donner sighed out of annoyance reaching into his coat and pulled out the big wad of cash. Which took her by surprise. 'He fucking owes me...big time...He better not screw this up.'
She swiped the wad and started to count. "7... 8... 9..." The female canine stopped at the last count. Stuffing it into her pocket. Alright, fine! I'm listening."
"Look, here's the deal. My friend just wants to get to possibly know you, just to see if it works. If doesn't he'll move on."
"Uh-huh and?"
"That's it."
"Which one of these guys is it?" She asked looking around and looked at Greg. "Him?"
"No."
"It's the wimp hiding behind the desk." Rocky spoke up in response and got bonked in the head in response. "OW!"
"Behave yourself, Mijo." He growled.
Now knowing his spot was exposed Miguel peaked over and gave her a nervous wave and a nervous smile.
The hellhound in question was a bit taken aback by this. She was smelling traces of Hellhound and something else? She didn't know what it was and turned to Donner with a blank face. "Are you messing with me?"
"Trust me. I wish I was right now." Donner replied back in a flat tone.
"Oh, for fuck sake." The female canine grumbled. She began to approach the man in question.
Miguel yelped a bit in surprise by how this was going as she got up into his face. "Uh-H-Hi?"
"Okay, mind telling why you asked this pipsqueak to help you out?" She glared at the bird.
"Pipsqueak!?" Donner exclaimed at this remark while the Hellhound casually flipped him off without even looking.
"Um...We-Well, I've noticed you a few times in my store...A-And I think you're very beautiful." Miguel answered even though he was a stuttering mess.
She glared at Miguel. If she a soul for everytime someone made a shitty pickup line, she'd be the richest bitch in hell. "Oh please, you expect me to believe that cliche bullshit?" She asked.
"No! No! I'm serious, I don't get many people here that aren't trying to pack heat." He defended
"And?"
"And... I feel it's a nice change of pace." Miguel replied honestly.
"Pff, yeah right." She still wasn't buying it.
"No, amiga, I'm being pretty honest with you so far."
"Seriously what the hell is your angle with this?"
"No, angle. I-I'm just your regular demon making a living. I own this store as well."
"Uh huh, and who's the squirt?" She glanced down to Rocky. "Didn't know this place ran a daycare system."
"Speak for yourself vanilla ice cream." Rocky retorted back in a bland tone.
"What did you just call me?" Her glare was now on the pup.
"Oh what? This squirt push a button?" Rocky smirked back. "Also, you might be really cool looking but, but geez. " He waves out his paw using the other to cover his nose. "Ever heard of a breath mint!?"
"Rocky, shut up now." Miguel said in a serious tone.
"But papi-..." The boy tried to say before his father growled in disapproval. It certainly shut him up as he sat back down.
"Ok, ok." The pup said stepping off and walked off. "I got the hint. Geez."
"I-I'm so s-sorry about that. H-He's my son."
"Your Son?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion now noticing the similarities they shared with one another. "That's a first."
"Y-Yeah. Rocky's my pup."
"And what, you want me to be his nanny after this?" The Hellhound questioned.
"No-No. Nothing like that. I was hoping that maybe I'd take you out f-for dinner or something like that."
"...I gotta go." She turns to leave the shop.
"N-No, wait please!" Miguel pleads. "I'm not trying to gain anything out of this, and I just want to get to know you. That's all. Just one time, if you don't like it I'll leave you alone. I swear."
"Not interested!" She is almost about to open the door.
"Come on just give me one chance please!? That's all I'm asking!" She was very close to leaving. "I'll give you a discount!" Miguel spoke up and this grabs her attention. "I realize by now, you're a regular here. So, look, if you just give me a chance, I'll give you a permanent discount on all items in my shop."
The gothic hellhound turns back around, closing the door and approached the owner. "You want me to date you, in exchange for a discount?" Both of her eyebrows were up. Wanting to make sure she heard that correctly.
"If that's what it'll take. Then yeah, I guess so."
Surprisingly, Loona actually laughed at this. She's seen some desperate people in her life, but never this desperate. Now this was the moment of truth. All or nothing. "S-So h-how b-bout it?"
A moment after her laughing fit. She looked at him more calmly. "We'll see." The hellhound replied. She then walked up over to the counter. "How much of a discount?"
"Um...25%?" Miguel offered making her think.
"50." She countered.
"35."
"50." More firmly she stated.
"40."
"48?" She questioned.
"I can go 44." Miguel quickly offered getting a smirk out of the hellhound.
"Deal." She puts her hand out to shake his hand to which he does so delightfully. But suddenly her grip got a little stronger and glares very dangerously at the man before her. "Try anything funny and I will bury you alive."
"That's fair. I have no intention of doing anything bad to you." Miguel answered before he suddenly took a complete 180 turn. "But the same goes for you as well." She raised an eyebrow in confusion and felt something barely touching her fur. Looking down she saw a curved blade sticking out from his forearm which retracted back leaving no scar whatsoever.
"Nice knife." She casually complimented. "Smarter than you look."
"I have a lot more then you think." Miguel answered as more blades emerged from his body. Specifically, the upper body.
"Ooh, Shiny." She looked up at the blades, a little more impressed than earlier.
"S-S-S-So..." Miguel shifted back to being a stuttering mess as his blades retracted. " I-I-I'm M-Miguel Espada. Wha-What might y-your name be?"
"Names Loona."
"P-Pretty n-name, f-f-for a p-p-pretty lady..." Miguel said a small smile.
"Whatever you say." She scoffs.
"W-W-What time sounds good to you?"
"Whenever." Loona shrugged; she didn't really care.
"Oh, ok. How's about right now then?" Miguel suggested. "I-I know this really good place two blocks from here."
She didn't waste time grabbing him by the collar and dragging him out of the in tow. "Let's just get this over with."
"Whoa! O-Ok. But can you at least let me go?"
"I'd rather you be close. You've got some blades, but I'm not trusting you enough to hit me with them." They continued to move towards the door.
"B-But I already told you. I have no intention of using them, only if I must." Miguel explained while Loona seemingly didn't care and continued dragging him.
"Don't die out there, Papi!" Rocky waved goodbye to his father.
"Oh, come on Rocky! Why!?" Miguel questioned as he went out the door while Donner stood right next to the pup.
"Well, that happened." The avian demon commented.
"And I think dad found himself a keeper." The puppy winked.
Donner looked at Rocky in confusion. "No offence, but how do you even know that? It might not even work out."
"Mmm... Just a hunch." Rocky shrugged. The pup then cursed facepalming himself. "Aw crap."
"What?"
"Dad has the keys to lock up the shop." The little canine answered.
A little while later after getting dragged off by the hellhound he was interested in, literally. The one he came to know as Loona brought them to their 'destination' Oddly enough, it was small underground bar called 'Hidden Jazz'.
The inside was actually pretty nice and swell, and as of the moment there weren't to many other demons around either. So it was like halfway full, and there a bit of light music in the background as well. In a booth over to the corner we see Miguel fixing his collar while Loona looked around the place with a look of both interest and disinterest.
"This place sucks, but compared to other bars that I've been too, it ain't a shit hole either." She commented.
"It's really not a bad place, I promise you." Miguel stated, finally having finished fiddling with his shirt.
"Uh-huh..." Loona wasn't so convinced just as a waitress came up to them passing them two menus.
"Alright, I'll give you two a few minutes to decide on what to order. Would you like anything to drink for the time being?"
Miguel turned to the waitress holding up to fingers. "Two Navy Roses, along with two Mini Scarlets."
"Coming right up, Sweetie." The waitress wrote the order down on her list and left with a professional smile.
Loona raised an eyebrow of where he was going with this. "It's a few of their signature drinks." Miguel said. "I like to come to here often when I have free time."
"You're a regular?" Loona questioned.
"Yeah. Been coming to this place since I was teen." Miguel replied as he started glancing through the menu. "Not only got good drinks but decent grub too."
"Really?" The Hellhound doubted that statement.
Miguel lowered down his menu to look at her. "Like the old saying, don't dis it till you try it." He resumed looking through the menu before placing it down. "And I already know what I'm going for."
"Uh huh, and what's that?" She quirked a brow.
"The club sandwich. I'm going for shredded pork and steak with Colby jack cheese and a side of sweat potatoes fries. They also has chicken and a few other things too you can pick from. Which also happens to be imported straight from the human world."
"They always seem to find ways to bring that shit down here." Loona commented. She started to stare at her menu and from what she sees is true. Plenty of these meals were brought down to Hell, not just what's common here. Out of all of the options the ribeye caught her eye the most.
"Find something?" Miguel questioned noticing the glint she had.
"I guess I'll try the ribeye." She shrugs, putting the menu down.
"Ah, good choice. I've had that myself. I usually prefer it to bloody most of the time. But any other way is fine." As he said this the waitress came back with there drinks. Two of them were tall and blue with a cherry, while the other two were much smaller and a had a small lemon in the middle of it.
"Here you are, two Navy Roses and two Mini Scarletts. Have you two already decided?" "I'll take the club sandwich, shredded pork and steak with Colby Jack cheese, and a side of Sweet Potatoe Fries." She turns to loona. "I'll have the ribeye." "How do you like it cooked?" "Medium rare." The hellhound answered. "Ok. Enjoy your drinks and your stay." With that said she left.
Loona picked up one of the Navy roses not entirely convinced on these drinks. "This even any good?" "Again, don't dis it till you try it." Miguel said as he drank his enjoying the taste.
She rolled her eyes, getting a little annoyed hearing that line. But she moved on and took a sip. Once it went down she coughed a bit before settling down. "Lucifer, what's in that?"
"What? Just a little bit of vodka mixed with blueberry essence." Miguel answered chuckling a bit. "Not to mention a pinch of rum."
Loona hummed, before trying the shot glass next.
She squeezed the lemon over it and drank it. Compared to the first one this one much was sweeter and less hard on her taste buds.
"Okay..." She looks at it closely. "What about this one? Kinda reminds of a Jolly Rancher."
"That's actually, beer blended together with fruit punch. The lemon helps give it a little extra taste." Miguel answered.
"This place experiments with their drinks. That's why a lot of other demons like coming here."
"Do they?"
"Oh yeah. They have a lot of variety." Miguel answered as he drinks down his mini scarlet sighing in content. "There we go." Now seizing this moment, he decided to at least strike up a conversation with her. "So, Loona, what do you do for a living?"
"Nothing much, just some desk job." Loona brushed off, like it didn't matter much.
"So, you're a receptionist? For whom exactly?" Miguel questioned now being curious.
"Does it really matter?"
"I'm just curious. That's all." Miguel commented. "Plus, ain't like there's much to do for the time being."
"Fair enough." Loona shrugs, taking another sip of the mini scarlet.
"But only as long as you can keep these things coming." She said holding up the empty glass of the mini scarlet. "Because this is actually pretty good."
"I'll make a note of that." The wolfman chuckled.
He turns over the waitress that was serving them. "Hey can we get some more Mini Scarlets?" He holds five fingers saying ten using his lips and got nod back in response. "So lay it on me, what kind of place do you work at?"
"It's basically a killing business." She sighs. "Doubt it's any good though."
Miguel paused at what she said. "A what?"
"I work for the Immediate Murder Professionals. We pretty much kill anyone at a good price. Assuming my boss hasn't changed the fucking slogan again." Loona scoffed.
Miguel hummed in thought tapping a claw as more shot glasses came to them. "Oh, you're talking about that place with that god awful theme song, jingle, or whatever the fuck you call it? I seen the commercial. Color me surprised."
"Ugh!" She didn't hesitate to go for the navy rose this time. Less she remembers that one the better.
"I take it you're not a fan of it either?" Miguel questioned the obvious from her reaction alone.
"Oh fuck no!" Loona slammed the glass down. "I've had to hear that fucking song every day for advertising our brand. Or lack thereof."
Miguel winced a bit. "I don't blame you. One time I was dumb enough to actually consider doing that to help promote my business but decided not to."
"And why's that?" She questioned.
"I'd rather not say." Miguel said in a flat tone. "You know, come to think of it, I've also seen you somewhere else before." He brings out his phone.
She glares at him. "I've been to many places, Mitchell. You're gonna have to be more specific."
"Actually it's Miguel and to answer your question, through Sinsitgram. Also through this video. I've watched it so many times with Rocky." He passes it to her and she snickers at this one. It was that one time she tricked Moxxie into getting his reaction filmed
She plays it and watches as she gets it into position making sure it was directly right onto Moxxie's face. "So, what is this even supposed to be?" The imp questioned.
"Just watch, limp dick."
"Alright, alright geez." He notices the camera. "Why are we taping my reaction for?"
"Just shut up and watch." She adjusted the camera, ensuring it's positioned correctly.
Loona played whatever she was showing him as piano music was heard from the computer. "Alright I think there lesbians obviously...Yeah, they are...Ok, I don't get it what is this-" His eyes widened upon seeing something while a smirk was growing on Loona's face seeing his reaction. "Wait...Wait..." Loona starts to laugh lightly as the video continued. "Huh?"
He starts to stutter. "Are-Are they? No...No way! They're seriously!?" Loona's laughter starts to increase. "No! No! Oh crumbs they are! I don't want to-" He cuts his sentence and starts to scream as he continued watching. "Aaaaah! Aaaaah!" He recoils a bit from the screen while Loona was still laughing enjoying every single second of this.
"Oh crumbs! What the fuck!?" He turns to the laughing female canine. "What is wrong with you!?" She keeps laughing putting a hand around her gut. "This is the nastiest shit I've ever seen my life! gag Sweet Lucifer! There still going!"
"I'm never gonna be able to eat chocolate ice cream again-Oh no!" He covers his mouth trying his best not to hurl.
Loona's laughter did not cease at all and before long the video was done with Moxxie running off to throw up most likely through the window.
The two viewers were getting a kick out of this as well. Miguel being the more hardier of the two. "Eso es tan asqueroso! How'd you manage to do that?!"
"Are you kiddin? Because he's that gullible that's why!" Loona replied back still laughing banging her claw onto the table before taking up one of the shot glasses.
Miguel had himself a glass as well. "That's terrible!" He laughed some more, rolling his head back from his chair. "Phew!" He whipped away a tear slowly calming himself down. "But still, that was great. Ser la Leche."
At the same time there, food had also just arrived. The waitress gave Miguel his sandwich while Loona got her ribeye. "Enjoy." She left allowing the two of them to eat.
"Alright, good I'm starving." Miguel said as he dug into his sandwich moaning in delight as he was chewing. "So good. How's yours's?"
Loona didn't hesitate to stab the meat, cut it off and eat a chunk into her mouth. To her surprise it was exactly as requested, medium rare with a very good variety of seasoning to it. The side meal was fine, but that's irrelevant. She hadn't had a steak like this in years.
She was very pleased with the meal with she was eating however while doing so she paused taking a good look at Miguel or more specifically his face.
She's seen her fair share of demons before, and hellhounds. Clearly, he was a hellhound, his scent matched many others like her, but there was something off about him too.
He smells a bit like ashes, something common with most sinners and... Human flesh? 'What the hell is that smell?' she wondered.
Miguel noticed her looking at him and stopped putting down his sandwich. "Something wrong Loona? Is your steak not cooked the way you wanted it to be?"
"Hmm?" The Hellhound shook her head out of her thoughts. "Oh, no it's fine. It's just that I thought I smelt something funny."
"Funny?" Miguel was confused upon hearing this but quickly put it together gulping down the rest of his navy rose at a quick rate which surprised Loona considering how hard it was to drink it for her. He was drinking it like it was nothing and sighed in content. "I know what you're referring to." He looks at her. "Me, am I right? Am I that obvious?"
Loona sighed in annoyance. "Ok, you asked about me and I told you. So, what's you're deal?"
"You'd have to be more specific." Miguel said as he took a bite out of his sandwich.
"I dunno!" She stated. "You smell like ashes, and I just don't get it. Sinners usually smell like that."
Miguel swallowed his food and lightly smiled taking up one of the shot glasses gazing at his reflection. "Even if I did tell you, you wouldn't believe me." He took the swig setting the glass down.
"Try me." Loona leans in closer, sneaking in a shot while she was at it.
"Ok than." Miguel shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just gonna give a simple answer. I'm three packages in one."
"Meaning what exactly?" The Hellhound tilts her head, puzzled by the wolfman's statement.
"As I said three things all bundled up together in one seemingly impossible mess." He holds up one finger. "I'm mostly Hellhound." He lifts a second finger. "A bit of Human." A third finger lifts up. "And the rest, a Sinner."
As Loona went to have another sip, she heard what he had just said. She chokes on her drink, hacking a bit before calming down. "You're what?!"
"I'm not kidding."
"But how?" She looked to Miguel bewildered. "I thought Sinners couldn't have kids. Don't joke about this kind of shit Milo!"
"Miguel." He corrected hero saying his name wrong for a second time. "That's what everyone knows and thinks and yet here I am. You're sharing the same reaction everyone has when I tell them the truth."
"You keep saying that, but you haven't told me a fucking thing. How the hell are you even here?!" The Hellhound demanded answers, to hell with being quiet.
"Well, it all started with her." He reaches into his pocket pulling out two photos' passing them to Loona. One had a beautiful with Spanish heritage woman sitting by the sunset, she had long brown hair and beautiful eyes to match wearing a yellow sweater. The other photo showed a much younger Miguel with a wolf woman standing over him with a smile. She was very similar to him, she too looked just like him only she was female.
Loona looked to these pictures closely. Examining every single detail that is brought towards her. It was his mother, that much the Hellhound could tell. But she couldn't believe it. How could this have happened? "No fucking way!..." She uttered.
"Now you're getting it." Miguel pointed out hearing what she said and taking another bite out of his sandwich.
"But... How?" Lonna looked at him shocked. "Sinners can't have babies, doesn't matter if you're a lucky draw or not. How can this... I don't believe it..." She shook her head, completely at a loss for words.
Miguel takes the photo's back. "That is my mother, Rocio Espada. She was originally a human born in New Mexico, but some years later she moved to California to start blacksmithing, making knives, all that kind of stuff. Then, one day a stranger appeared, and it just so happened they were interested in one another. A year of dating went by, he revealed what he was and despite that, she wasn't afraid. Months later, mom was pregnant with me."
"That would explain why you look the way you do." She commented, continuing to be all ears to what is being told to her.
"So...what happened to your dad?"
"He died before I was born and evidently...so did mom."
"You know, you'd think that Heaven would have sympathy for her...She was just a kind and sweet woman who was following her heart and loved. But evidently, they didn't...Instead of going up..." He put his finger onto the table. "She ended down here..." Now normally when some disgruntled sinner comes in to throw their pity parties, she'd either ignore them or enjoy whatever show that could happen.
But hearing this story has here full attention. No backhanded jokes, no I.M.P. jobs, just the Hellhound hearing a very unusual story from something completely new. Well, as new as you could get given her occupation. "And this is where things get interesting, she died and so did I... At the same time, I didn't. Three days later she gave birth to me all by herself no one to help...in a dark alleyway."
"My mom did the impossible, a sinner gave birth, bringing another life to Hell."
Hearing this now, has gotten the Hellhound's thoughts going into overtime. If what she's seeing and hearing is true, there may be other cases like this, and no one is the wiser. Taking a sip of one of her from the half empty glass next to her. "So, where is she now?" She asked. Again, she wouldn't care, but this is a huge discovery to know about.
He looked directly at her. "She's gone."
Loona drinks a bit more than before, feeling foolish for asking. "When you mean gone..."
"Yeah...She's gone." He then noticed her sudden mood change. "Look, it's alright...You were only curious."
"No, no. I...I'm sorry for bringing it up. But if you're technically a sinner, what does that make that kid? Back at the shop I mean."
"About the same as me, but more Hellhound. That's from his mom." Miguel answered as he was eating along with Loona eating more of her ribeye and hearing this got her interested as well.
"But wouldn't that mean that you had to try harder?" She smirked, biting into her latest slice. Hopefully to lighten the mood a bit.
Miguel shrugged his shoulders. "Actually, not really...I mean I didn't think it would happen, same with mom as did Eliza. We didn't think that I'd be able to have kids."
"And they say I couldn't socialize, but here we are." Loona lazily spread her arms to her surroundings.
Miguel chuckled at what she said before Loona realized what he just said. "Also, Eliza? Who's that? Your kid's mom?"
"Uh yeah..." Miguel answered sipping his drink.
"I take it she's..."
"Yeah..." The wolfman nodded solemnly. "She's gone too. No, break up, she's dead too."
Loona sighs, she goes to grab another drink, but it's now empty. "Damn." She grumbled. "So...how old is he?"
"He's five." Miguel downed the rest of his drink.
"And he's all you got?" Loona's frowned grew some more. A lot of this is starting to sound familiar to the young woman.
He nodded confirming what she was thinking and sighed. "Any chance you could give me a few more rounds?" She requested.
"I actually wouldn't mind that at all." Miguel answered before calling out to the waitress. "We'll take some more shots!"
"Be right there!" She called back.
...
A bit while later we see the two hellhounds continuing their conversation but at the same time getting a little waisted in the process.
"So wait, yous... You said that you never once dated after those five years?" Loona slurs.
"No...Not once...I was depressed a bit before getting back on my feet...I had a kid to look after." Miguel replied back as he downed another shot. "He needs me as much as I need him."
"True, true." She nodded, taking another gulp of the Navy Rose. By this point the strong taste has died out and now she's really feeling it.
"Shit...Your actually lucky..."
"Lucky about what?" Miguel inquired.
"Well... You got a job that pays well consistently. You've got somebody to give a shit about. And you've definitely got your shit together, way more than anyone else here." Loona listed down the facts with her fingers. "Plus, a fucking relative..." She added.
Miguel was a bit confused by where she was going at with this. "Don't you have anyone else?"
"Fuuuuuuck noooo." She slurred. "I didn't have the same with what you had. Instead...I had a fuckin' time at the fuck hole..."
"Wait you don't mean?..."
"Yep," Loona popped the p. "That motherfucking rats nest they call The Pound!"
Miguel gained a very sympathetic look. "I-I'm so sorry to hear that...I got a few employee's that was in that place...And...no...it's...not fun at all..."
Loona scoffed, she would never talk about this. But all of that liquor and hearing this moron talk has her in a chatty mood.
"No shit...it ain't...I was gonna get put down too...
Naturally he was surprised to hear about this. "What?"
"Oh yeah. True story." She nodded, bitterly. "I had one month before I aged out...and I was only seventeen...I would've been put to sleep right after I turned 18...Y-You know those motherfuckers are assholes! They always wonder why I gotta attitude problems? Well it's pretty fuckin' obvious why I do!" She said before downing another shot and then another all while Miguel continued watching and listening to her story, despite being intoxicated a bit this looked like something that was long overdue to let out
"I couldn't sleep and everytime someone comes in, they ask for trouble. So I did what I had to, I fought back and nobody does shit about it. Especially when I'm on the losing end. But then he showed up one day."
"Who?" Miguel showed that he was still listening urging her to continue.
"Blitzo, my umm... Foster dad, boss or whatever." Loona blurted out. "He came in one day looking to adopt a Hellhound and I guess I somehow fit the bill."
Miguel drank down a shot before spitting it out. "Blitzo? Wait, he's your foster parent? Oh shit, color me surprised."
"Yeah." She nodded, downing the mini scarlet in one go.
Loona quickly perked up realizing what he just said. "Wait...you know him!?" "Not personally, but my friend Donner does...In a way..." Miguel commented doing a hand gesture downing another mini scarlet.
"What do you mean?" The young lady leans in planting a fist on to the side of her head.
"Ok...ok..." Miguel burped out loud. "Excuse me. You know that bird kid talking to you earlier?" "What you mean buck tooth?" She recalled who he was referring too. "Yeah him...He's actually...the bodyguard of Ars Goeitta's heir..." He whispered most of it. "From what I hear, he and your 'dad' have a bitter history.
"Ooh!" She planted another fist in interest. "I think I remember hearing Blitzo bitching about someone with big teeth. So what's their deal?
"I don't know...I guess, his boss or rather the queen bee biotch..." He slurred at the last word. "...or whatever told him to pop him. But than right at the last second, his boss told him to stop. I don't know, that's their shit and it none of my business." He downed another mini scarlet but realized it was empty.
"Oh, this sounds like something I'll have pry out of him." Loona grinned, taking another drink of the Navy Rose.
"Good luck with that one." Miguel chuckled. "Geez, it's been years since I've done this...Time sure flies by."
"Drinking your furry ass off?" The girl chimed, grin still plastered.
"Yeah...Hey! W-Who you calling a furry? If anyone's a furry that's you!" Miguel retorted back.
"Who said I was calling you a furry, dumbass?" She jabbed. "I said drinking till you plop!" Suddenly both of them broke into loud hardy laughter. During the process Miguel slipped out of the booth triggering more laughter from him and Loona. "You clumsy jackass! What are you doing down there?" Loona cackled.
"No fucking clue!" Miguel returned back before using the table to help himself stand up.
"You alright?"
"Yeah...Yeah...I'm ok." He got himself back into the booth.
"Let's say we go for one more round and then get outta here, huh?" Loona suggested, waving an empty glass around.
"Nah, I think were good." Miguel checks his watch. "I gotta get home. Shit, Rocky's probably wondering where I'm at."
"Oh, c'mon, I'm sure he'll be fine. Besides what's one more round going to do?" The Hellhound, drunkenly smiles.
"Nah, I really do need to go. You gotta a ride home by any chance? I'll call a cab or something." "Nah...I'll manage..." She replied waving him off. Miguel thought of this for a moment but decided that since she was really nice, and he did have a good time with her he decided to repay the favor and try to do the right thing. "No, you don't want to be out here at this time the way you are right now. I'll let you crash on my couch for tonight."
"Nah, you don't have to." The Hellhound shook her head.
She tried to get out of the booth but during the process she fell down to the floor face flat. "Ouch..."
"Loona...I hate to break it to you...But you ain't gonna really get far the way you are right now..." He turns to the waitress. "Check please!"
Miguel starts to help her up. "C'mon up on your feet."
It was awkward, but the wolfman managed to help his drunken date to stand up.
Outside a while later we see Miguel walking down the sidewalk carrying Loona piggyback style with her arms crossed in front of his neck while carrying her legs.
"Wwwwweeeeeeee!" Loona cheered. "Faster horsey, faster!"
"Last time I did something like this was my mom pushing her on a shopping cart..." Miguel snorted in amusement. "Never thought I'd be doing something like this again...
"She must've just as sweet as you." The Hellhound playfully poked the wolfman's cheek.
Miguel wasn't bothered by that. "Yeah...she was...Even though my mom ended up down here, it didn't change her beliefs and made sure I was raised the right way...A lot of sinners just let themselves go when they come down here..."
"Aww..." She smiles dumbly.
"But you know...Deep down...Mom was really depressed."
"That sucks." She frowned. "Seems like all we're missing down here is a real fucking hug."
"That's for sure...Mom always did give me hugs all the time...smiling away like everything was ok, but I wasn't stupid...I knew she was always having a hard time down here...Always telling me it was alright and had nothing to worry about...I kept ignoring that and did what I could to help...Sometimes..." Miguel frowns a bit. "Sometimes...It feels like I could've done more..."
"Hey, now, don't beat yourself up over it. She did everything she could to help you, just like you are with your son, Miguel. You don't have to do everything alone." She slurred.
"By the way...What kind of name is Rocky?"
"If I answer you promise not to laugh?" Miguel answered as opened up the door to an apartment complex.
"Cross my heart and hope to die!" She mockingly stated, patting Miguel on the chest.
"I named him after my favorite actor...A character he plays as..."
"Who?"
"Sylvester Stallone."
"No way!" She droned on.
"Yeah." He confirmed with a nod as they began to go up some stairs because the elevator was broken. Which was most likely a long time before somebody fixes it.
Loona couldn't help but snort at what was told to her. "You named him after the boxer? Really?"
"Hey, I thought the name was badass..." Miguel defended himself. "Plus, those movies were awesome. I even considered calling him Rambo. But my lady wasn't so keen on that, same with my mom."
"Dork." She grinned poking him in the nose now.
"Har-Har. Fun fact too. That's his favorite movie." Miguel chuckled as they got up to the third floor. Just a couple of more steps to go.
"I've just met the cutest and most funny looking dorks in all of Hell!" She blurted; with the biggest grin she's had in a long time.
"Eh, I think that's the booze talking." Miguel commented but sort of appreciated the words as he arrived at his door. Number 420.
"Uh...Loona? Would you mind reaching into my pocket? I can't get my keys."
"Which one?" She asked. She moved her hand down poking around and grabbed something. "Is it there?" She gave it a feel, but suddenly Miguel jerked up a bit.
"Whoa! Hey, take it easy, those ain't my keys. Right pocket." Miguel answered.
"Whoops, sorry!" The drunk hellhound grabs for the pocket as directed. She passed them to him blushing like crazy. "Here."
"Thank you." Miguel quickly grabbed the keys and unlocked the door opening it taking the keys out, using his tail to close it and lock it behind him. Quickly he flipped on the light to show a pretty decent sized apartment that had five rooms, including one of those kitchen living room hybrids. All in all, the place was clean and actually pretty organized.
"Nice place you got here." Loona complimented.
"Thanks." Miguel walked over to the couch and set her down. "There you go. I'll be right back." He walks off to check on his boy leaving Loona by herself watching this.
Miguel closed the door as quietly as he could, stumbling over to the kitchen to grab multiple cups, pouring them full of water, taking a full glass out of one of them and downed it all.
He then passed one to her. "Here." "Thanks." She took it and downed the contents. "I'm gonna go grab a blanket from the closest...Get you situated." As he went a lot of thoughts went through Loona's mind.
She's met a lot of hellhounds in the past, and a lot of demons, but Miguel definitely took the cake. The whole thing. Not only that, but this guy was also a single parent, he had a kid of his own. He genuinely cared and looked after him not like some of other regular household in hell.
"Where the hell have you been in my life?" She mutter's to no one in particular.
Loona suddenly got up from her feet and walked up to Miguel was still occupied with trying to find a decent blanket. "C'mon where are you? Huh?" He stopped upon noticing Loona standing there. "Loon-Oh shi!" Suddenly all at once she leapt into him and slammed her lips onto his like crazy while he could only back up trying to take in this sudden mood change backing up to his bedroom where her tail closed the door behind them.
The next morning, we see Rocky yawning rubbing his eyes walking out of his room and into the kitchen getting into the fridge to get some OJ pouring into a small glass before getting into a chair.
He tried calling him out. "Dad? Dad?" The pup didn't get no answer.
"That's odd." Rocky gets down from his chair and approaches the door but stops freezing in place upon hearing the sound of moaning.
"Oooooh shit!" A familiar voice was heard moaning like crazy. "Wait is she really here?" Rocky questioned in confusion before he walked up the door where the moaning continued to be heard.
"Oh fuck! That's it!" He heard his father inside as well. "What the heck are you doing?" The hell pup tilted his head, puzzled by what he's hearing.
Carefully Rocky walked up to the door where the noises continued to be heard. "You like it rough!? Tell me you like it rough!"
"No complaints here!" Miguel replied back as Rocky opened the door silently as he could only to regret it. Upon walking in the boy noticed three things. 1. Clothes were all over the floor, 2. there was that Hellhound from yesterday bouncing on top of his father and 3. she really was loud and enjoying it. "Gah! Shit this is great!"
Upon seeing this Rocky screamed covering his eyes turning his head away from this. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
The lovers flinched at the sound of the screaming turning in shock to see the boy before them. "Oh shit!" Loona jumped up and ducked under the side of the bed where the hell pup couldn't see her, except her flustered face.
"Papi nooooooooo!"
Still covering his eyes Rocky went inside the room going to a chair while Loona hopped into the bed covering herself while he was still absorbing what he just saw. "You...her...Oh no!...I need a moment...Soy on chico grande... Puedo manejarlo..." The kid breathed in and out, before finally settling down. "... Estoy bien." He calms down. "I'm ok." He turns around to see where Miguel was rubbing his face while Loona smiled nervously but Rocky screamed once again. "Daddy nooooooo!"
His pops groaned. "Rocky will you tone it down already? You're gonna wake up the neighbors!"
The boy glares at his indisposed father, traumatized and furious at him. He pointed a finger at the older man. "I'm not ready to talk to you yet young man!"
Loona raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What?" She glanced over to Miguel.
"Don't ask." He rubbed his face in embarrassment.
"Um...Heeey..." Loona nervously waved at him. "You...remember me right? Uh...sorry you saw that..."
The boy looks away from her, even more embarrassed to see. She seemed cool, but now he doesn't seem to have clue what to say about her now.
He proceeds over to the door. "Ok dad...I just want to say...that right now...I'm scarred...And I don't think that...You do it...when..." He grabs both sides of his head cramming his eyes shut. "OH NO! The mental picture returned!" He screamed while Loona flinched.
The poor child runs off, slamming the door behind him before going into his room and slamming that door shut.
"Uh...is he gonna be ok?" Loona inquired nervously. "Yeah..." Miguel rubbed his forehead again. "He'll be ok...just give him a little bit..."
The Hellhound took the blankets off and decided to grab all of her clothes scattered about, getting dressed. "Look about what happened last night..." She trailed on while getting dressed.
"What about it?" Miguel questioned as he started getting dressed as well glancing over to get a decent look at her body which he had to admi wasn't half bad at all. Hell it was beautiful.
"I know I said some shit, but could you please not say anything about this." Loona implored. "I don't want Blitzo or your buddies going bat shit over something that just happened, know what I mean?"
"Cool." She smiled. As she put her shorts on she noticed something missing. She felt around her pocket but couldn't find it. "Shit, where's my lighter?"
"Right here." Miguel answered picking it up from the floor passing it to her.
Loona caught it and stashed it back inside. "Thanks...Look, I'm sorry about what just happened..."
"No, it's my fault for not keeping in mind that Rocky was here." Miguel noted. "But to be quite frank, I haven't done that five years. So that plays a role in it."
"Booze too." She mentioned.
"Yeah, true." He admitted sitting down at the beds edge. "So what happens now?"
"You want my honest opinion?" The Hellhound leaned behind the door, arms crossed.
"I don't mind." Miguel motioned her to go on. "It's only fair."
"Were you some other guy trying hit on me, I'd probably just kick your ass or kill you." She told the wolfman, bluntly. "It's hard to find guys like you out there. So I don't know, I never expected any of this to happen. Much less the kid spotting us."
"Again, that part is my fault for not being considerate enough for that." Moguel noted nodded following her so far. "But go on."
"I mean you seem pretty cool, but with just happened... I don't know." She looked to him uncertain. "I wasn't really taking any of it seriously, until this happened. I guess I need a second to figure all this shit out." Loona groaned a bit. "I mean I don't mind doing it again, I just need to figure out what's this is all about." She awkwardly tried to explain. "Fuck, this is crazy." She rubbed her eyes, really running out of words to say, especially without bothering him.
"No, I totally understand. I've had my share of mixed feelings too..." Miguel said in a honest tone. "I mean...I haven't been with another woman since Rocky's mother died...So I'm kind of in the same boat as you are."
"So..." Loona tried to say something. "You got anything to eat?" She smiled lightly.
"Yeah...I do...But can I be honest with you for a minute..."
"Shoot." She shrugs.
"I know that yesterday was completely out of the blue...You were skeptical and well I was too...I mean, after all those years...I don't know...I just felt something...I haven't had in a long time...There's been a few times in the past but I just shoved it all in and focused on my boy, making sure that I had work, a roof over our heads, food in his belly, giving him a good education. All that time I've been focused on all that...But yet, this whole thing sparked, the first moment I saw you, five months ago...Walk into my shop..." He sighed a bit shaking his head. "I'm sorry, you have to listen to me rant like this."
"It's fine. You're not the first guy to do that." She joked, moving away from the door to sit next to the wolfman.
"What? There's been others that had their eye on you? Can't say I'm honestly not surprised. I mean...look at me."
"Mostly just some jackasses." She shrugged. "A couple handsy clients too. But compared to them, you are ironically the most human I've seen. If that makes any sense."
Miguel chuckled at that part given what he was. "It does."
"You're easy to talk with and so far you don't strike me as type that wants to do shit. Besides being there for your kid. And I respect that." Loona pointed out. "Probably a lot better than how most people are here."
"I try..." Miguel shrugged his shoulders. "That's all I'm doing...Like right now...I could've ignored you...But I choose not too...I guess one reason I wanted to see where 'the whole thing could lead, deep down it was like a test to help me move forward...Do I want to live in regret, or do I want to live in the now? I've done enough mourning and feeling sorry for myself...I want to be happy...It's what my mom and Eliza would've wanted for me..."
"Take it from someone who's had to put up a lot of shit." Loona placed a hand on his shoulder. "I don't like having to deal with any of it myself. I've got a few regrets, but out of all them I don't regret talking with you. I mean it's up to you if you wanna be happy or just fucking rage out. Personally, I prefer to think about the here and now."
"I would too." Miguel smiled placing his hand on hers in response. When this happened, she blushed, and her tail was lightly wagging."...Oh my gosh you're so adorable right now..." He breathed.
"Wha, me?" She blushed uncontrollably. "I-I... Umm... Is it warm in here?" She looks around the room nervously. Loona than noticed he was still giving her that look and it was there she noticed his tail was wagging as well. "Will you cut that out!" She caught her tail mid swing, glaring at the wolfman with the blush still prevalent.
Loona tries to get up. "Can we get something to eat already?" She tries to leave but Miguel stops her. "Huh?" The female hellhound notices the glint in his eyes.
"Oh no you don't...There's something you still owe me..."
"What?" Without much time to react she's brought back onto the bed and her blush intensifies because Miguel was right over her giving her a smile. "Miguel?"
"I still haven't gotten my payback from last night." He leans down and captures her lips. After a few seconds they break apart he still kept the same smile.
"There...now were even..."
(Song Now playing in the background. (You're The) Devil In Disguise Elvis Presley)
"I... Ummm... Wh..." The Hellhound is now the one who's caught completely off guard and once again at a loss for words.
Miguel meanwhile lightly chuckled at her reaction gently cupping her cheek. "I don't care what anyone else says, you're just too damn cute even if you didn't want to admit it..."
"Shut up!" She swatted the hand away. "Are we going to eat or not?"
"Hmhm. Sure..."Miguel got up. "You just get freshened up first and I'll start on it." He then began to hum walking out of the door and closed it. Once he did Loona grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.
She took the pillow out of her face and starts rambling. "You stupid bitch, what have you gotten me into? Sleeping with a fucking Dilf! I must be out of my mind!"
Her phone starts ringing. She takes it out and see's that it's Blitzo. With a growl of annoyance and she presses the button to silence it. "Ignore." She leans forward sighing. "Well shit...The fuck am I gonna do now? He's nice, really nice..."
Loona noticed his wallet and quickly swiped it and looked at his id. Looking at it closely she was surprised to see the age difference. "He's only 23!? That's just one year older than me...Agh, seriously?!" She growls.
"The fuck does this gotta be so complicated!? This isn't one of..." She then paused remembering the fun night she shared with him. Not to mention the very* erotic* memories as well. Loona didn't want to admit it, but she hadn't had that in a long while, or rather her 'dad' didn't allow her too.
Loona sighs, falling back down onto the bed. "Fuck my life..." The poor girl rubs her face, feeling sorry for herself.
However, after a brief minute she quickly thought about it. Miguel was a nice guy, he was honest, ran and owned his own business. Surprisingly enough has a kid of his own. She hasn't been this way since first meeting Verosika's hellhound Vortex, but that didn't work out mainly due to the fact that he was taken. She might've been a lot of things, but she had her own morale's, which most other demons didn't know about because the hellhound always kept them to herself.
"You know what...fuck it...I'll give it a shot." She shot up from her spot and started to refreshen up. As she did, the hellhound gazed her reflection in the mirror noticing she was still blushing, and her tail was still wagging lightly. Right now, Loona was feeling glad, and she couldn't help but smile a bit. "I guess that night wasn't so bad after all."
(Song now End)
We zoom from Destiny's tv chuckling a bit seeing the readers/audience.
"Wasn't expecting that now we're ya? Just goes to show that life can full of surprises you just don't know what can happen."
Destiny jumped off the stool. "While Donner is the main focus of this story it don't mean we can't focus on other characters and not give them a chance to grow right? Well this was one of those cases." It chuckled in amusement.
"It's amazing what can lead to another. Well that's it for now, take care now. See you next time." Destiny waved the audience/readers goodbye.
To be continued
Now replying back to reviewers
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Marbled Gold: Heheh, I was pleased with how it turned out myself aside from the little mistakes at first but no less I enjoyed working on that chapter along with Pyrojack including this chapter. As for Donner and Blitzo that is the cake because now this will be the major cherry on top for the imp this time. Heheheh.
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