Sitting with Verosika some more, Lincoln was rather enjoying being in the company of this nice succubus.
"So how did your family get sick?" asked Verosika
"Honestly, I don't know. One of my sisters or one of my parents got it from someone else from either school or at work. These kind of viruses and diseases sneak up on people when you least expect it. Like how pandemics can sneak up on people. Take a look at the bubonic plague in Europe in the middle ages. No one knew the rats were carrying all those diseases or rabies or other viruses."
Verosika made a small, cute chuckle. "True, they can sneak up on people. But on the other head, Europe wasn't as populated as it is now back then."
"Right. If another bubonic plague happened, then it would be more catastrophic than it would be in those days."
"There were other pandemics, the Spanish flu, swine flue, shall I go on?"
"No, you made your point, Verosika." he looked over in the distance over the railing. "So how come you don't do as much metal albums as you do on your pop albums? Just curious"
"Honestly, i don't know why. Writing songs or ideas can pop out of nowhere, sometimes you just go with it. Sometimes the lyrics come first, or sometimes the music comes first. I do what I have to do to keep my fans happy and fall in love with me. But i make whatever kind of music I want, i'm not the most picky kind of musician."
"Huh. And do you have to get love out of humans to survive?"
"Not exactly." Verosika rolled her eyes. "I'm not like a vampire where i have to drink blood to keep myself alive... or undead. We succubi and incubi can eat whenever we want to eat off of without dying. We can even fast for one hundred years without dying."
"That's cool. So, can it be exhausting being a famous singer."
"Oh yes. Despite all the money and fans it gets you, it can be quite tiring. Performing and dancing for hours and hours, even if I am very flexible."
"Why not just take a break? I mean, people like Ozzy Osbourne take breaks and don't always go on tour."
"True, but Ozzy loves going on tour and going in stage like I do. I don't wanna disappoint my fans."
"But you don't wanna burn yourself out, do you?"
"It's complicated." Verosika pointed. "If you were a very famous singer or heavy metal musician, you would understand. But it's better than rehab."
"Rehab?"
"This is embarrassing, but... I have a drinking problem, like I might have mentioned before."
"I think you did tell me that." The white-haired boy remembered. He looked at the list Loona gave him again and looked at the albums with his phone.
"Ooh, what are you looking on, sweetie?"
"Well Loona introduced me to Black Label Society, and I really like them. So I'm looking at what other albums they have."
"Nice. You sure you won't give my music a try?"
"Well I've listened to a couple of your songs, and it's... not really my thing. Sorry to say this, but it's not my thing."
"Have you listened to my metal albums at least?"
"No, but I will give them a listen."
"Thank you."
"Look, I'm sorry if I offended you, Verosika. We all have our tastes. And I'm being polite about it."
"Don't worry, sweetie, you're right. We all have our tastes. You want something to drink"
"You have non-alcoholic drinks on here too, right?"
"Absolutely."
"Have any orange juice?"
"Yep. You want ice cubes with them?"
"Uh-huh." The succubus pop star walked into her personal quarters to fetch Lincoln the drink he wanted and Lincoln wondered if his family was doing alright at least since they were all very sick. An idea struck him and since he can't really leave Verosika (under Stolas' orders), he knows one person that can help his family out. Dialing the number of his best friend. "Hey Clyde, you there?"
"Yep. What's going on?"
"My family is really sick again and they look like zombies, do you think you can help see if they're ok?"
"Why can't you take care of them."
"It's... it's complicated." Lincoln sighed. "To shorten it out, I am endeavoring the punishment Stolas gave me today."
"Ooh. Sorry you have to endure that."
"No, it's not really a punishment." Lincoln admitted. "It's actually something very nice."
"What is it?"
"Well I am hanging out with a famous musician."
Clyde made a gasp and said: "really? Who is it?"
"Oooh." The white-haired boy said. "I can't really tell you her name. I wanna Protect her privacy."
"I understand."
"She's a really nice person at least and you would like her in person. So I'm sorry I can't be there right now. Can you please have a look at my family?"
"Sure thing, Lincoln. Should I get Stella and the other guys?"
"Probably a good idea. It is a big family."
"Right. I took care of you guys before and you were sick too."
"I don't want to talk about it, but yeah." Lincoln sounded embarrassed thinking about it.
"I'll take a look at them. Talk to you soon, Lincoln."
"Bye." Hanging up the phone, Lincoln looked over at Imp city in the far distance. Meanwhile, since Lincoln was getting the hang of this nice yacht, Loona was having a nice time with Tex.
She really wanted Tex so much, but she can't have him since he already has a girlfriend in his life. "It's a nice boat." She said to him.
It really is." Tex replied. "Who wouldn't want a nice boat like this? Shame I don't really get the privileges my boss has on here."
"What? That's insane. I mean you hang out with her so you got to have the stuff she has."
"If only it was that simple, girl." Tex crossed his arms. "Like I mentioned to you; I'm not even paid enough to care about what Verosika does."
"Right. You did say that to me before." Loona rolled her eyes.
"Lincoln is a real good kid by the looks of it." Tex looked at the white-haired boy, who was greeted by Verosika again. "What's not to like about this kid?"
"I know. He would make a perfect roommate if given the chance." Loona said. "As long as he doesn't really break any of my stuff. But are you sure we should leave him with Verosika?"
"Come on, Loona." Said Tex, "she isn't a Child molester. Not like Steven Tyler."
"Oh no, no, not like him. I can trust him. He calls himself a man with a plan.
Making a small chuckle, the male hellhound said: "I wouldn't be surprised if he is called that. Granted , I don't know Lincoln that much, but by what he is doing right now, he can make the best out of any situation."
"Ain't that the truth. Lincoln's a... really likeable kid." Loona looked at Tex. "He's the kind of person that grows on another person."
"Yeah, no shit." Tex agreed. "He's definitely grown in me, that's for sure. Not like Blitzo grows on you."
"Please, not even close. Blitzo is a creep."
"He can eccentric."
"I hate to say it, Tex," Loona landed her left hand over her eyes, "but eccentric would be more of an understatement. But, this is Hell, so... it's not surprising."
"Oh hell naw. I get it, I totally get it." They looked at Lincoln again, having a good laugh with Verosika as they sat together. "So at least Stolas isn't making Lincoln be like Cinderella."
"True. There's no way he would survive being a slave to the Goetia fucks. Oh, don't tell him I said that though.
"Don't worry, my lips are sealed."
Loona smiled at the gentle giant's usual kindness and laidback attitude. "Why can't more hellhounds be more like you, Tex?"
"Ah, well, I'm just a simple hellhound, making my way through this land of damnation."