Hello once again! Yep, back for another release of No Way Back. I hope that you are excited to see what content that I have brought to you this time. This is sort of a continuation of the last chapter, and I have decided to put a little bit of risk in it on my end. You should know what I mean by that when we finally get to that point. Just know that I mulled it over quite a bit, and decided to go forward with it.
Other than that, I guess I should say thanks for the support of the story. There were a few more favorites, follows, and reviews (already responded to those who have accounts). I am excited to see some level of attention drawn to the story, and I am always glad to produce more for you to enjoy. I am pleased with the progress that has been made, especially with my stress-filled schedule.
Now like usual, guest reviews:
ReadingBeta (Guest): Since Stella is a real bitch it makes it better when putting her in her place. Kyle found her attractive, who wouldn't with such huge boobs, so making a real bitch out of her can be fun. Plus Octavia can join in too if she's also going to be in relationship with Kyle. Update soon.
Response: You have no idea how funny your review was to me. I have already kind of covered that I don't plan on Stella being included in any sort of romantic relationship with the OC. She is an antagonist in my mind, and that isn't likely to change based on how Vivzie is developing her future content. As for Octavia, she appears to be under the age of 18. That is a big no-no for pairing. There is more likely a mentor relationship between herself and the OC/Loona.
That isn't why this is funny. I just recall you sort of arguing against Verosika because she is 'low-quality' and a 'bitch'... I will let that sink it, and state that there is more merit to a character with more obscure of a backstory. Also, I wasn't sure about her future in the story, and stated that. Oh, well. To each their own.
DZ (Guest): Long review incoming hit the deck!
Man poor Kyle suffers badly from PTSD and the side effects.
As a former combat medic Kyle is the definition of a oxymoron along with I'm going to guess a deep hypocrisy that while he wants to save lives but deep down he thrives on the euphoria of taking a life. (I heard a few to many war stories of soldier/s after being in combat for to long began to enjoy killing thinking it was akin to bird hunting.)
Other thoughts the way you have Kyle gaining power from both Heaven/Hell somewhat reminds me of the atavism of the nephilim ie a descended of angel/fallen angel maybe even old Lucifer himself.
It nice to see that Loona has lighten up slightly and the bonding is going along smoothly as misery loves company. Can't wait to see the Hound Party and what that will bring up. I'm wondering if your going the route of the D-bag that hurt Loona years ago gets the absolute shit kicked out of him.
I do wonder how the others Millie/Moxxie & Blitzo/Stolas relationship will evolve as each of them are their own hot mess.
Anyways take care,
D/Z
Response: I am not sure about the hypocrisy part, but I do see what you are talking about. Still, there will probably be more stories to come on the OC's backstory. I am sure it has left a mark on him. So far he doesn't seem euphoric when taking a life. As for the powers, you will figure out soon how he got them. Somewhat similiar to what you are thinking, but not quite. Loona has definitely lightened up, but that might change in the coming chapter...
M&M will evolve... probably. And Blitzo and Stolas will alter and change as we go. I plan on diverging more from the actual show a little while keeping the basic content there. Should be fun!
Guest #1: I can't wait for the next chapter. I really love this story.
Ps: you don't have to answer this question, I know that dark figure was the main villain, but he is also a certain nun demon?
Response: I am glad you are enjoying the story. It makes me feel better when you say that. As for the figure, you will figure out who he is this chapter. That is all I will say.
Guest #2: I had a feeling that Stella would get on Kyle and Loona's bad sides as she has a habit of her temper getting the better of her.
Response: Well, I did try to keep Stella as close to her character as shown in the show. I just wrote it like that. Thanks for the review.
Dylan02 (Guest): Great chapter nice work
Response: Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it!
Guest #3: Stella yelling at Stolas for his affair and he's trying not to make it look as bad as it sounds? Must be a day ending in "Y". However, considering she orders a hit on him in episode 5 and even states she wants him dead, she's not winning any "Wife of the year awards" anytime soon.
P.S: Yeah, I know I'm knocking on Stolas a lot, but I'll fully admit he's not the sole reason (at least until Season 2, Episode 1 where the canon flips at the drop of a hat.) that his married life's a cluster. Though it would be better if the show gave Stella more growth than just being a "massive unrepentant INSERT." Who knows? Maybe you could start giving more growth to her in later chapters.
P.P.S: The meeting did not disappoint!
Response: Well, they are undoubtedly going to have biases towards themselves. No reason Stolas wouldn't be like this. He also just wanted to get Stella out of his sight. As you pointed out, that seems relatively minor compared to Stella herself. Sure, the cheating was what started it, but was it really a 'marriage'. No love, no happiness. I am sure Stella will develop in some way, just probably not in a good way. I don't know what kind of growth she deserves. She is rather psychopathic. Thanks for the review!
Dingo (Guest): So Kyle got a Angelica's Weapon. Does that make him a powerful character that won't get wounded in fights and he'll heal up faster?
Well the story does only focus on him along with Loona too
Response: I have kept up with your other reviews, but I will only respond to this one. Rest assured that I will do my best to 'balance' Kyle so that a lot of conflict remains interesting. You will get an idea of that in this coming chapter. Yes, the story is focused through the OC's POV. Makes sense that the planned pairing takes the light at the beginning. Thank you for your reviews!
Guest #4: Excellent chapter! Now what will be next in chapter 8? A wholly original chapter, or will Kyle and I.M.P have to deal with C.H.E.R.U.B? Either way, looking forward to your next update!
Response: Thank you! As for what is in Chapter 8? You will find out here XD. It is an original chapter. CHERUB is slatted for Chapter 9. There is reasons that is apparent for that.
Guest #5: Oh, be careful Blitzo. Give or take several chapters in the future, Loona might be taking care of pups before you know it.
P.S: Kyle, you might want to keep Verosika close to you (Just not too close, or she'll want kids too!). It'll be beneficial to have her in your corner in the future!
Response: We are quite a ways away from that point, if that happens. I am always on the fence about interspecies offspring. Some things pull it off, others don't so much. Humans make that difficult, you know?
Guest #6: I think what the guest below me (above) means is either a time-skip or a dream sequence, as we aren't even in double digit chapters of the story. But hey, we're just along for the fun ride!
Response: No idea! I am just trying to make it to double-digits, as this would be the second story of mine to do that! XD I would say working past '8' is my hardest challenge as of recent. Will do my best, though. I appreciate the dedication from you. Thanks!
Guest #7: Yeah, Stella may have beauty and royalty on her side, but her personality is the exact opposite!
Response: I have to agree with you to some level there. Still, I appreciate that not everyone needs to be good!
That is all of the reviews. Long chapter, so I am done talking here! Thanks, and enjoy!
Chapter 8: Mistakes
I found myself in an open, decorative room with a large open space. It was extremely extravagant looking from the marble floors and pillars, and the very detailed walls of the space. The place seemed to be bathed in natural sunlight, and I could feel the warmth on it on my skin. It felt like I had entered some sort of palace, but I didn't know where I was. I don't even recall anything from the point to get here. I swore that I had fallen asleep and…
Wait…
I was asleep… But everything feels completely real here. From the way that I drew my breath and the sensations that I felt on my skin. It was all too real to be a dream, but I knew that I was asleep. Just what was this place?
A deep voice boomed out from behind me, "So, after all this time, I finally get to meet you. It has been far too long since I have had the chance to speak with anyone, even through someone's dreams." I turned around swiftly to see that I was no longer alone in this room. I gazed up at the familiar cloaked figure with large wings from before in that cave. It appears as if my eyes hadn't tricked me then, and they don't trick me now. He continued, "Hmm, I would have thought that you would have been a little older. That doesn't really matter in the slightest."
I managed to scan the figure with unease for a moment. Despite being closer, I couldn't make out much of his face beneath the shadow of his hood, but I could make out the sharp-tooth, gleaming smile of his along with reddish-orange glowing eyes. It was a kind of familiar sight with those in Hell, so I was able to easily look past that. He also appeared to have sharp horns piercing the top of his hood. Other than the large and dark eagle wings on his back, there was nothing else explicitly unique about the figure in front of me.
I took a shallow step back before asking, "Who are you?"
I could tell that whoever this was found my response humorous with the way they smiled back and cocked their brow. I wasn't sure whether to feel at ease because of that or not. He then acted as if he were ashamed before saying, "I guess I have forgotten some of my manners after eons of solitude. This isn't exactly how I expected this to go…" He cleared his throat and composed himself before stating, "My name is Azazel."
That name was familiar to me in some way, and I blurted out, "Azazel? Aren't you a demon?"
A small chuckle escaped Azazel before he waved me off, "That is a common, but incorrect presumption that some in the moral world hold. No, I am not a demon of any sort. I am a Fallen Angel." He then walked up to me with interest in his eye, "I already know who you are, Kyle. I have to say that you have been a better Champion than I could have ever hoped for. You managed to find your own little place in Hell. That is far better than any of your kind would have done. Well, you wouldn't have been that special had you died, I suppose."
I could feel a sense of apprehension the longer I stood in front of Azazel. This forced me to speak up, "I have a feeling that you have a connection with that sword I took, and you were the one creating those portals. What am I doing here? What is all of this about?"
Azazel looked over at me before commending, "My, you are quick to figure some things out, aren't you? I can also see that you are quick to get to the point. Very well, I guess I should drop this façade." Azazel snapped and the room we were within disappeared into nothing. Instead, it felt like we were surrounded by a void of white. It wasn't overwhelming in the slightest. It just felt like… nothing.
The voice of the Fallen caught my attention once again, "I wanted to put your mind at ease with that little room before we began our little discussion. I guess I should start with the blade you managed to find and why you ended up in Hell in the first place." Azazel smiled broadly at me, "Yes, I am the reason for you getting relatively stuck in Hell."
My brow furrowed, "You?! You are why I am stuck in Hell? Just… How, and why?"
Azazel chuckled, "While I am stuck here, I still have my ways. I am, after all, the one who exposed humanity to the secrets of witchcraft. Despite having limited influence, you don't think I can't pull one human through to Hell? As for why you, my attention was caught by you when you saved that little Imp. No human would have done what you did, and that made you the perfect candidate to be my champion."
"Champion? Why do you need a champion if you have the power to do what you have done?"
This caused a little silence from the imposing figure as he thought for a moment. He motioned around him, "If you were to describe this place, what would you say?"
I looked around for a long time in thought. There was nothing here. The feelings of warmth and coziness were completely gone from before. I wasn't dissatisfied with this place, but I wasn't exactly happy with it. I said one word, "Nothingness."
Azazel smiled, "Precisely. This place is nothing. While I can change what it is with a little magic, I will always return to this void. That is because, young human, this place is my very own Purgatory. In other words, I am not in Hell, Heaven, or even in the mortal world. I am in a place between it all, left to be forgotten."
Despite there not being a floor below me, I could feel my weight shift below me. I stood in a stance that could be described as 'reserved'. I said, "I suppose there is a reason that you are here."
The Fallen growled out a little, but I could tell from his expression that it wasn't directed at me. He gritted his teeth, "I guess you could say that I am here because of my father. More directly, I am here because of my brother."
I inquired, "Brother?"
He sneered, "I knew him as Samael. You know him as the King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar."
My interest was piqued at hearing Azazel's angered tone towards Lucifer. To be honest, I didn't know much about him. All I knew was that he was a Fallen Angel that ruled over all of Hell while he directly controlled the Pride Ring and the Sinners. Beyond that, he was an enigma. Not even the Imps or Loona knew much about him.
"What happened for you to resent Lucifer so much?"
Azazel let out a calming breath before returning to a friendlier demeanor. He said, "I guess I do owe you some sort of backstory after dragging you here. Very well, I will tell you about my banishment."
With a motion from the Fallen, a seat appeared behind me to 'rest' my feet. It was a dream, so I didn't see the reason for it. I guess it was just out of courtesy and to relax the air between us. After I took my position, he followed by sitting in his own seat. Before doing so, he managed to somehow pull his wings into his body. Magic, I guess…
His gaze seemed to be somewhere else entirely as he began to explain, "It should come as no surprise to you that I ended up falling from Heaven, or so to speak when I acted against my father along with some of my siblings, which was led by Samael. I led a group of others at his command and opened humanity to knowledge. I personally introduced humanity to the art of warfare, making instruments of war, and witchcraft to name a few things. Samael's plan failed and I was punished by being sent to Hell along with many others."
I nodded slowly in understanding, "Alright… I get why you would hold a grudge against God-"
"Yahweh," Azazel spat back. He then collected himself a little before responding a little more tamely, "I would prefer it if you used his real name. I don't intend on viewing my father in any other way than the neglectful immortal he is. He is far from what a god should be."
With a critical gaze, I continued, "I get the grudge against Yahweh, but why do you hold such hatred for Lucifer? Do you blame him for failing and bringing you down along with him?"
Azazel chuckled in response before leaning back into his chair. He took a moment before his laughter dissipated. He said, "No, it was foolish of us to strike when we did. Sure, I could blame Samael for his arrogance, or better yet his 'pride', given that is his cardinal sin, and dragging a group of us down with him, but I don't. No, that has nothing to do with it. It has everything to do with the reason for me being here."
I asked, "Okay… What did he do?"
Azazel's claws dug into his seat while his eyes constricted. He seethed, "He couldn't bear the thought of not being the ringleader of his little rebellion. Despite his failure, he was going to twist it into a victory for the future. To ensure this victory, he needed time to lick his wounds. That meant he needed to have some sort of relationship with Heaven, and with our father. To do this, he admitted that he introduced humanity to free will and led to the creation of the Sins, but I was the angel to blame for all the other evils that humanity was exposed to."
"And Go-Yahweh believed him?"
Azazel spat out, "Doubtful, but he always had a soft spot for my brother. He also must have realized the importance of holding some sort of relationship with Hell, regardless of if it was built on a lie. That doesn't matter. All that matters is that I became the scapegoat that was convenient to both of them. I was also the only one who could rival Samael in Hell, so he needed to secure his place. So, we ended up having a battle." He grumbled out, "No sense in telling you who won."
The Fallen cleared his throat before continuing, "My brother inherited Hell, and though I committed far fewer evils, I end up with this place."
I let out a sigh before I rubbed my chin in thought. I spoke out loud, "I guess I get the idea from your story, but what does this have to do with me? Why do you need a Champion?"
Azazel smiled broadly, "While it takes quite a bit of power for me to do so, I can watch how things are going within Hell, the human world, and even in Heaven. Since I have brought your consciousness here, I don't think I will be able to watch it any time soon... Regardless, I have seen the states of Hell. My brother has allowed the Sinners to run completely amuck with no real punishment for their sins, and the ones that truly pay are a majority of Hellborn who must endure being at the bottom. Not only that, but he also has no concern about containing the Seven Deadly Sins in Hell so that they don't spread their poison into the human world. Heaven, on the other side, has constricted entry into its territory from humans by imposing double standards and contradictions. If some poor soul isn't useful to them and they have sinned, no matter how small, then they will end up in Hell."
With a surprised expression, I responded similarly, "That can't be true!"
Azazel looked back with what I presumed as sympathy. Well, that is how he sounded, at least, "I am not lying. Heaven was falling behind in a war of technological progress. To keep up with Hell, they had to accept certain deplorable humans that would make the average Sinner look like a saint. That isn't even considering Heaven's hand in the annual extermination of the population that Hell has."
My eyes narrowed on the robed figure as he casually talked about all of this. I shook my head, "No, you have to be lying about all of this! There must be some sort of good somewhere! I have seen Hell, and I have-"
Azazel cut me off, "I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but you haven't seen anything in Hell yet." My gaze never left the Fallen's glowing eyes, and he saw that I wasn't going to back down. He let out a sigh, "Alright, I get it. Even if I was an angel once, I am a complete stranger to you. I will let you have some time to figure this stuff out on your own. To find out about the Sins and Lucifer's abuse and negligence, all you need to do is ask some of those demons around you. That little Hellhound that you find yourself quite fond of would be an excellent candidate for questioning since she most certainly knows about the atrocities committed by Beelzebub. As for seeing what Heaven has done, I am not sure when you will get an opportunity to see their hypocrisy. However, seeing how you work for a murder business that operates in the human world contracted by resentful souls, it is only a matter of time before you run into some of Heaven's lower operatives."
I clenched my jaw trying to resist the world-shattering perspective he was trying to 'open' me up to. I knew that I wasn't the religious type when I was growing up or before living in Hell, but coming to some sort of realization that the entire afterlife situation was a whole lot more gray than black and white was overwhelming. I didn't want to believe Azazel. My mind screamed at me to outright reject it. I may have been condemned, but why does that mean most good people should end up condemned with me? My thoughts moved from people I had known in the military, to Jamison, and finally to Larissa-
I closed my eyes. No, I wasn't going to dwell and despair over this. I always had the opportunity to think about this later. Instead, I let spoke in an even voice, "What about the sword?"
Azazel raised a brow before saying, "Ah, the sword! Well, knowing that I was most likely going to lose to Samael, I mean, Lucifer when we had our little bout, I crafted that longsword with a bit of my essence." The Fallen then moved off-topic, "That is the thing about my brother, he can't think beyond himself. As you humans say, he can only put all his eggs in one basket at a time. He can't fathom that I would be planning on losing and preparing a contingency."
With a glance at me, Azazel understood he was getting into extraneous details. He chuckled before rubbing his forehead, "Apologies. I could talk about Lucifer for hours if I needed. Anyways, the blade will give you powers like enhanced strength and durability. Beyond that, I am eager to see what else it does for you since angels' abilities can differ from one to the next. Most importantly, it is a weapon that is lethal to any demon-" He smiled broadly, "-or angel."
I held my tongue a little at hearing this. The hair on my arms stood on end at hearing this, and I wanted to instantly shut the conversation down. My eyes flicked down to the marks on my forearm, and my attention moved to those. I asked rigidly and pointed to them, "What about these."
Azazel looked at them before remembering, "Talk about taking all of my energy. The first mark was to ensure your transport and entanglement to Hell. That Ars Goetia Prince's grimoire made for the perfect item to get me my Champion. All I needed to do was manipulate its magic a little." Azazel cleared his throat before saying, "The second mark is to ensure that you can wield my longsword without your body succumbing to the massive amount of Angelic energy."
I looked at him with confusion, "Meaning?"
A deadpanned look initially presented itself on Azazel's features before he summarized, "Your body would burn up leaving nothing behind." A small chuckle exited the being as he looked upon my dismayed expression. He added, "I just had to use a bit of that Prince's own magic to give you that little thing."
I retorted, "Sounds like you are plenty powerful enough to deal with whatever you need on your own."
Azazel laughed out loud, "You would think that, but then that would be underestimating Samael himself. I have just had a lot of time to experiment with the abilities I had. You don't even know the amount of time and energy it took just to get small glimpses into the human world, and then how much time and energy it took to be able to manipulate magic there."
I folded my arms, "So, I get your abilities through that sword?"
Azazel looked hesitant for a moment before saying, "Well, there are some catches and problems I wasn't able to resolve. The first is that it will take a while for your body to adjust to the power. You will be far weaker than my peak, and you are completely untrained. Still, many of Hell's most powerful will think twice before coming after you with you wielding a weapon that will wipe them from existence."
I wasn't happy with painting a target on my back like this. Still, I held back my arguments. I asked, "What else is there?"
"How do I describe this in a way that you will understand?" Azazel thought to himself for a moment before saying, "The next issue is that my powers won't translate entirely from the blade to you."
"Meaning?"
Azazel let out an amused huff before he explained, "Let's say that those marks on your wrist are a battery in a way. They are great to contain and focus the angelic energy to a point, but they aren't the best at retaining it. You will be initially powerful when separated from the blade, but as time goes by, the more power you will lose until you possess the blade once again."
I scoffed, "Alright, well I can just carry around the blade wherever I go." Azazel gave me a knowing look, and I feared what that could mean. I asked, "What?"
He explained, "For the moment, I wouldn't say that is wise. Even with those marks, your body is still completely unused to all that power. You cannot bear all of that forever, so separation from the blade early on is important."
I returned his look with a fake smile, "Great! Anything else you would like to fill me in on."
Azazel pointed out, "I know that you noticed your little concealment ring has a little fracture now." I nodded slowly as he continued, "Well, I guess I didn't account for my essence not working well with demonic magic. It appears that you will be unable to camouflage who you are for long."
I clenched my teeth, "So, you are telling me that I will have to walk around Hell in my human form."
Azazel nodded, "You are clever."
"Are you fucking nuts?! I am going to get slaughtered the instant I step outside without that sword!"
This fact seemed to not bother Azazel in the slightest, "Sure, a few might try. However, I believe that you are misunderstanding the denizens of Hell a little. They have been immersed in a shitty environment that is ruled by disgraceful leadership for far too long. Once news spreads about you and who you are, they won't even bat an eye. They will only need a little… adjusting." He smirked, "That isn't even accounting for how they are already mingling with Sinners, many of whom are the worst that humanity has to offer. Someone who has a lot of good in them will be more refreshing to them than it is annoying."
I grumbled, "Sure, if I live that long." I also was unsure about how 'good' I was compared to anyone else in Hell. As far as I could tell, there were a few individuals that seemed rather reasonable and goodhearted. I asked, "What is your endgame? What do you want out of all of this?"
Azazel seemed intrigued by the question of how his eyes smiled on their own. He explained thoughtfully, "I have spent a lot of time thinking about my wrongdoings since I have been stuck here. I know that my time in Heaven has passed and there is no going back to that. So, when I look at how the system in Hell is, I know that I could correct what my brother can but will not."
I asked in shock, "What are you wanting me to do?" I then joked, "Do you want me to fight Lucifer?"
He shook his head to my relief, "No, that would be counterproductive." I let out a sigh before he continued, "However, the major problems in Hell start from the Seven Sins themselves. They have overstepped their boundaries far too much to be allowed to continue. Therefore, I will need you to find a way 'end' them, even if that means you have to do it alone. Only then can I return to face off with my brother over the throne, and only then can the system between Heaven and Hell be returned to what it once was."
I shot up from my seat, "No fucking way! I cannot be a part of this!" I almost pled, "I am sick and tired of being a part of the pain and suffering. I don't want to be the one who inflicts this kind of damage. I have already been involved with too much of that in my short time in Hell."
Azazel got to his feet a little more calmly than I did. The chairs that we had sat on moments ago disappeared in a fog. He slowly approached before resting his clawed hand on my shoulder. He responded, "I know that it is far from ideal for you, but you are all I have now. This is an opportunity to rid Hell of the cancer that has poisoned it. You can be the one to save the Hellborn from a desolate existence and shift the system back into balance where Hell is a place that punishes the true evil of humanity. If I could do it alone, I would. However, I cannot do this without you."
I stood still for a moment without looking up at Azazel. I shook my head, "I can't…"
There wasn't the frustration or anger that I expected from the Fallen Angel. Instead, an unusual amount of understanding came from him, "I understand your reluctance. This doesn't need to happen immediately. I only request that you take a moment to witness what has been happening there and in Heaven. I believe that will show you what kind of good you are capable of."
I didn't give a response of any kind. All of this seemed to be a lot, especially coming from a stranger whom I was now intertwined with. I knew I needed a lot of time to process, and keeping an open eye and mind to what he had shared did seem like a good start. It could also give me some indication as to whether or not I could trust Azazel or not.
Azazel spoke, "I am afraid that our time together is ending. I will reach out to you when I have regained some of my energy. At that time, I wish to know your response."
I gave a shallow nod in understanding. Azazel smiled broadly back, "Good. I look forward to speaking with you again, Kyle." With a motion of his clawed hand, everything went to darkness.
My eyes slowly opened to give way to the light of my apartment. I gazed at the ceiling with a confused gaze before I looked over at the sword that rested in the corner of my room. My thoughts circled my conversation with Azazel. The ending was stuck in my head as I just didn't know how I was going to come up with a response by the time he contacts me again.
My eyes then traced over to the clock by my bed. I had napped far beyond the time I should have gone to work. It was already early afternoon. Instead of panicking, I let out a tired sigh. Loona would cover for me so that Blitzo didn't chew me out for wasting his time and money. It didn't matter that much to me, anyways. I had a lot to think about after that dream.
I got out of my bed slowly as I prepared for the day. I grabbed what clothing I would need as I headed to the bathroom. Before I walked through the doorway, I looked once again at the sword that seemed to glisten a little. After talking to Azazel, things only seemed to become further complicated beyond being stuck in Hell. I was stuck with a power I never asked for, and I would potentially be forced to use it. Not only would this make me a target for the top leadership in Hell, but there might be no more hiding amongst the demons.
I closed my eyes with a certain level of anguish. These things could be mulled over later. I had a job to get to as it stands. Maybe I could just drink this off tonight. It could make me feel better about my current predicament.
At I.M.P. Headquarters
With the longsword strapped to my back, I walked through the entryway into the reception area. Instead of the usual bored Hellhound behind the desk, Loona was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the sounds of her yelling and Blitzo's could be heard coming from his office. On the couch lazed Moxxie and Millie. I closed the door behind me catching their attention.
Moxxie asked, "What are you doing here so late, Kyle? You do understand you are quite a few hours late, right?"
I gave a nod in understanding, "Uhh, yeah. Yeah, I do know that I am a little late."
Moxxie looked perplexed, "A little- Is a few hours only a 'little late'?" He looked at Millie with a confused look as he asked his question. Millie only shrugged in response.
The female Imp then turned to look at me. She seemed to look at the thing secured to my back as she pointed at it, "What's that on your back?"
I knew that it would be brought up at some point. I was just hoping that it would take them a little time before they noticed it. Instead, unstrapped it from my back and held it on the ground in full view of the duo. I then explained, "It appears I picked something up when I was visiting with Stolas yesterday. Not exactly what I expected, but I suppose I am now stuck with it."
They both got up from their couch and got closer to it. They looked it over, I noticed the unnerved looks both gave each other and how their posture changed the more they looked at it. Moxxie then said, "T-That's got angelic energy emitting from it!"
I nodded, "Yes, it does."
He asked, "How did you manage to come into such a powerful weapon? Something like this goes beyond the usual blessing. Something like this shouldn't exist."
I shook my head, "No. Still, I was destined to get it ever since I came through that portal with you." I let out a sigh before stating, "At least you know what it is, and that means you won't try and touch it. Stolas told me that it would cause any demon excruciating pain. At least I don't have to tell Loona that, either." I then looked at them with the hope to change the conversation, "I can hear her yelling at Blitz. What are they yelling about?" I placed the sword against one of the walls after asking this. I couldn't stand looking at it in my apartment for the moment.
Millie said, "Oh, that? Well, Blitz figured out about your visit to his highness's house with his van. He has been a little on edge about that."
I scratched my head, "All that screaming for something so small? That seems like overkill, doesn't it?"
Moxxie stepped forward, "Actually, I think he is just letting out his frustrations since he will be visiting with the prince later tonight per their agreement. He is probably mad that she went with you there, as well…" Millie and I just looked back at him with confusion as to how he knew this. He threw up his arms, "What?! I can count between meetings. He usually comes to work in an unusually prickly mood right before and after it. I just have to deduce the time between each of those and deduce what days they are."
I responded, "Alright, then… Why is she yelling back at him for that?"
Millie smirked, "Oh, you know Loona! She isn't one that steps down when she is confronted, especially when it is Blitz."
I let out a chuckle, "I guess you are right. I don't suppose you know how much longer they will be?"
Instead of getting a response from either of the Imps, Blitzo's office door swung wide open and slammed against the wall. Loona stomped her way out of the room with a face full of anger. Blitzo wasn't that far behind her with his own anger. She then said, "What does it matter to you if I went to your little boyfriend's home with Kyle?! I was only helping a friend!"
Blitzo crossed his arms before responding angrily, but also with an amused tone, "Oh, so you are friends with him now? I am not sure if I like how much time you are spending with him, especially since he is a human. Humans like him tend to be twisted freaks."
Loona's hair stood on end as her eyes constricted. She looked like she wanted to rip him apart. She seethed, "Too bad you don't get a fucking choice in the matter! I like hanging out with him, and there is nothing you can do to stop me from doing that!" She then snarled before getting more personal, "It isn't my fault that you can sustain any relationship because everyone who gets close to you can see what a rotten fucking core you have!"
Moxxie was practically chewing on his nails after hearing all of this, and Millie looked on at them with a bit of pity for our boss. I, on the other hand, watched with a neutral expression. I wasn't happy that their little fight was now focused on me, and that Loona was resorting to low blows. The best thing I could do for them was to remain out of their fight as long as I could.
From his expression, I could tell that Blitzo was taken aback and hurt by her comment. His face once again contorted in anger as he anger before he said, "I just don't want my daughter getting dragged into something she isn't capable of dealing with by Stolas. After what you told me, the same goes with that human-"
Blitzo was forcefully grabbed by his collar by Loona. Her gaze looked like it wanted to pierce through the Imp's skull. She growled out lowly, "I would be careful with what you say if I were you. I am not the same, scared 17-year-old stuck in that cage."
Blitzo pushed a little against her grip as he said, "I am just looking out for you. As your adoptive father, I know what is best for you."
Loona stood there in silence for a second before throwing him down. She yelled out, "Ugh! You're such a narcissistic, egotistical asshole. I can't stand here and look at your fucking face for one more second." Her eyes then connected once she began to stomp away from Blitzo. She then looked at Moxxie and Millie standing there quietly.
She walked up to me before asking calmly, "Hey, do you want to go out for a little bit? I think I could use a couple of drinks."
I felt a little unprepared while everyone in the room looked at me. Moxxie and Millie were relatively neutral in their expressions, and Blitzo was practically fuming from where he stood. My gaze then fixed on Loona for a moment as she looked at me with a slightly pleading look. I spoke without thinking too hard after that, "Yeah, I could drink some."
I didn't even get a chance to say anything else while Loona grabbed my hand to lead us out of I.M.P. My thoughts then began to circle the ring on my finger. It didn't escape me that even more fractures in the stone had begun to form. I didn't know how much time I would have left with a disguise. After seeing how pissed off Loona was, I wasn't going to let her go to the bar alone. With her frustration on top of the drinking, I am certain that bad choices would have been made. She needed someone to talk to.
Besides, I could use a drink or two as well.
NOTE FROM AUTHOR: This is a marker for halfway into the chapter. Due to the length, I have decided to place one in here for you to take a break if needed.
A little later at a random bar…
I stared down at my third glass of the evening. Loona was speeding through her drinks at a decent pace, but I was managing to keep up. A good buzz was also settling over my mind, but I was sober enough to notice that Loona hadn't talked about what happened earlier at all. She was being stubbornly silent for someone who asked me to come here.
Speaking of the bar, I could say that it was one of the more interesting ones I had ever been to. It was a pretty good size, and even with some games like pool and darts for the patrons to enjoy. Other than the demon-esque design of certain elements of the place, it wasn't that unusual in itself. The demons in the bar, however, were the interesting part. There were the usual Imp, Hellhound, and maybe even a succubus here and there. Beyond that, the vast majority of the demons here were Sinners. Many of them were rather interesting to look out for as any trace of humanity was gone from them. On the other end, some looked human other than a few changes here and there.
The sound of a glass being put down caught my attention, and I focused on Loona again. She began by saying, "Hey, uhh, thanks for coming with me. I don't think I could sit one more second in that shitty office with Blitz." She growled out his name.
I smiled, "Hey, it is what friends are for. Not a problem for me." Loona smiled back at me with a thankful expression. I then asked, "Did you want to talk about what was going on there?"
I could tell that the Hellhound was reluctant by the way she held her tongue. It took her a few seconds, but then she started with a sigh, "Blitz was just being a complete dickhead about me going with you yesterday. He barely seemed mad that I took his van without asking. Instead, he had a little meltdown about that bird he fucks, and about you." She then looked apologetically at me, "I didn't expect him to say those things about you."
I chuckled, "You don't need to say anything for him. I am just surprised that he still holds that kind of animosity towards me."
Loona downed the rest of her drink before shaking her head, "I don't think he does. He is just pissed off that he can't control me. You were just an easy target for him to point to." She scowled, "It doesn't make him any less of an asshole for saying what he did."
With a shrug, I said, "It doesn't bother me that much. Did you have to say what you did to him? I get he was being a dick, but you don't think that was a bit much?"
"No, absolutely fucking not!" She growled before saying, "He doesn't get a pass because he is supposedly looking after my interests. He needs to learn that he can't say that shit to me and talk about you like that. He will get over it, and we will make up later."
I looked at my empty glass while in thought, "I guess if you are sure… I am just looking out for you."
Loona genuinely smiled at me before saying, "Coming from you, I believe it. I-I couldn't let him get away with that bullshit after what you have done for me."
Not bothering to bother with that conversation anymore, I began to think back on my meeting with Azazel. Even with how much I had drunk, I couldn't stop but think about what he was wanting to do. More importantly, I couldn't stop thinking about what kind of role he wanted me to fulfill. If I went along with it, I would be going to war with the most powerful beings in Hell. War… It was something that I didn't want to return to.
While consumed with my thoughts, Loona understood that I wasn't mentally present anymore. She asked awkwardly, "So… What are you thinking about over there?"
My eyes met hers, and I hesitated for a moment before saying, "What do you know about Beelzebub?"
This question was immediately met with Loona straightening her posture. She looked immediately unsettled by the question as shown by how her eyes widened a little and her face showing little emotion past that. Her claws seemed to dig into the table a little while she stared at me. This caused me to backtrack, "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"
Her claws retracted from the table as she seemed to come back to life. She looked at me slightly startled, "It's alright! I guess I am just surprised by your question. Just…" She pinched between her eyes before asking, "Where is this coming from?"
I let out a chuckle before saying, "I am not sure there is enough alcohol in this place for me to explain where this is coming from." I rubbed my face in an exasperated manner. It was hard to explain this kind of stuff to her since I didn't even know how I wanted to fit into it. I continued, "Look, it just has to do with the markings and that sword. I just… I just-"
Loona placed her hand over mine to calm me down a little. She joked a little, "No need to get so worked up over it. I can see that you need more drinks to talk about it. I can wait for you to tell me."
I relaxed a little in her grasp before a small blush formed on my face. It felt… Nice being calmed down by her. However, that feeling only lasted for a second before she pulled away and began to say, "As for your question, there isn't much I would like to say about her. I don't know what she is like. All I know is that it is because of her that us Hellhounds are treated like servants, and she is probably the reason that I ended up for adoption…" She growled out one more part, "Hellhounds know that she is a fucking monster…"
For some reason, I felt like there was more that she wasn't wanting to tell me. About what, I was unsure. I didn't want to overstep my boundaries with her seeing as we were here to blow off steam. We didn't need to think about the worries that plagued our minds. With that, I got up and said, "Did you want me to get you another drink? I know I could use one."
Loona smiled lightly at me, "Yeah… That sounds like a good idea."
I gave her a brief nod before turning away. I began to weave through the large crowd of Sinners and Hellborn that remained standing around with their drinks. Some of them didn't seem entirely happy with me pushing them out of the way as I moved to the bar. Others didn't even notice my existence.
I finally made it up to the counter and barely managed to catch the Imp's attention to get a few more drinks for Loona and me. He seemed less than enthralled to be working as hard as he was, and that seemed to contribute to the length of time that it took for him to get it. I awkwardly stood at the bar without looking at anyone specifically. Finally, a cold glass touch my knuckle and I looked to see my drinks. Behind them was the impatient look from the Imp behind the bar, and I handed him some bills.
I turned around with the drinks in each of my hands and began the walk back to my table. Once I got close enough, I saw a new figure standing beside the table trying to catch Loona's attention. It seemed to be a male Hellhound. There weren't many here in the bar, but this one seemed to stand out. He seemed to be strong, but not quite the size of Vortex. He was a solid gray color in fur, but he wore rather flashy clothing. I should have been able to spot him earlier than now.
From his leering and overconfident posture over Loona, I could tell that he was hitting on her. While I shouldn't have been bothered by it, I could feel a deep feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know what bothered me about it. Was it how he continued to talk with an arrogant smirk and how she seemed completely turned off by it? While I was annoyed by his disregard for the obvious signs she wasn't interested, that wasn't it.
Wait. Was I jealous of what I was seeing?
It was completely unreasonable for me to feel this way seeing that she wasn't interested in him. Additionally, why would I feel this way now if I wasn't bothered beforehand? What had changed? I don't have the answer to that. Instead, I just know that it was jealousy seeping into my body.
I felt my steps become a little quicker as I stepped up to the table. I could hear the guy's smooth-talking, yet slightly inebriated, voice try and persuade Loona, "Come on, babe. Why don't yoo wanna go with me t' summwhere nish ann quied sooo wee c'n become better acquainned? I know I coud show yoo a goood timme." They weren't exactly the most unique or eloquent sentences put together.
Loona scanned through her phone trying to disregard the Hellhound's presence. She responded in an irritated manner, "No, I don't. Now take a hint fuck off before I shove my foot up your ass."
The Hellhound seemed to lean over and smirk, "Heyy, I'm game 'f you arr."
Loona bared her teeth at him as she looked like she wanted to claw his face off. I managed to come back to the table just in time. I asked loud enough to catch their attention, "I think that telling you to 'fuck off' should be enough." I then looked over at Loona and asked, "You good?"
A smile presented itself on her lips as she nodded at me. She said, "Yeah… It is good that you came back when you did." Seeing as he was being ignored, the Hellhound seemed to stumble away from us with anger present on his face.
I let out an amused huff before saying, "It seems like you were handling it fine enough. I am sure you would have ripped him a new one."
Loona rolled her eyes with appreciation settling over her. She began to comment, "Well, you are here. You don't seem to, you know, seek out violence."
I wasn't able to say anything before I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. Loona bared her teeth, and I turned my gaze back to glance at the same drunk Hellhound from before. I could see that he wasn't happy with being told off by Loona, and by me showing up. I was about to comment about him returning, but the guy struck me with claws across my face.
Loona bolted to her feet as she was ready to maul the guy to death. I held up my hand to stop her from getting involved. Truth be told, I wanted to kick the guy's ass as well and the alcohol pushed me to become physical with him, but his hit was stuck in my mind. I barely felt anything go over my skin when his claws should have cut through me like a knife through butter. I traced my fingers along where he scratched to barely see any presence of blood. He barely left any mark on me. I looked at the little blood with confusion until my eyes found their way to the marks on my wrist that barely glowed.
Huh… I guess I still had some power from the sword. I wasn't expecting this kind of thing to happen, but I was relieved to know that I had some sort of protection.
I looked around to see a few eyes on us from the other demons in this place, but we were still ignored to a good extent. I then looked back at Loona. She was still enraged at the Hellhound, but her gaze was fixed on me and showed great concern. I gave a nod to her to show that I was alright.
I glared at the Hellhound who looked at me with shock. I said, "You have embarrassed yourself enough. Now, turn around and walk away."
I could see that the Hellhound was looking over his shoulder and a small group of what I presumed was his friends seemed to back him up. It didn't matter whether I was still viewed as a higher class than these drunk clowns, they were, as I put it, drunk. I had cockblocked one of them, and they viewed that as enough for them to strike me.
It seemed like the Hellhound's friends showing up was enough of a confidence booster for the guy. He puffed out his chest a little before he made his next move. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me toward him. Instead of sitting back this time while he attacked me, I took the initiative. I balled my hand into a fist and struck the guy hard in the cheek. A few cracks emitted from the guy's skull as he flew back and into his friends.
I noticed an immediate change as a swirl of light surrounded me before dissipating completely. From there, a few gasps were produced from the crowd. There were stupefied expressions from many of the demons surrounding me. I was confused until I noticed that my hands were my own. What I mean by that was that they were my human ones. On my finger was the shattered stone on my ring, no longer pulsing with any life.
I felt like the air from my lungs leave my body in the realization that I was essentially naked for all of these demons to witness. I didn't know whether or not they would act with hostility, or what they would do. I just knew that I couldn't stay here for long, or they might try to maim me. That sword saved me, and now it was likely screwing me over big time.
I felt myself backing up a little before I uttered, "Oh… Fucking shit."
I ended up bumping into Loona who ended up staring at me with wide eyes. She practically whispered to me while staying on alert, "We need to get you the fuck out of here."
I nodded while watching for any sudden movements from the crowd. Loona began to lead us forward but was blocked by the male Hellhound's little posse. They remained somewhat hesitant and skittish in front of their first human, but they weren't going to let us leave. Instead, the Hellhound was helped to his feet. He spat out a bit of blood before angrily saying, "You! 'uman! I havva score t' seddle wiss yoo."
Loona stood in front of me as protection while I thought for a moment. I looked behind us to see a few of the demons looking at me with increasingly deepening looks of interest. We couldn't just sit about like this. I thought up a plan and resorted to a not-entirely-good one.
Out of impulse, I grabbed my drink from the table and downed the rest of the liquid in one gulp. A small shiver rode up my spine from the bitter, burning liquid before I tossed the glass from behind Loona. I was rewarded with the pleasurable sensation of the glass shattering on the maw of the Hellhound I punched only moments ago. He fell to the ground in a heap of pain whilst clutching his battered face.
All hell seemed to break loose from the single action on my side. Instead of standing idly by while we were confronted, Loona rushed forward and used her claws and teeth to take down some of the Hellhound's group with impressive speed and strength. They seemed to fall to the ground in a fetal position while withering in pain before she moved to the next one. At least she wasn't killing the poor fools…
I practically backpedaled while gazing at Loona with surprise before I bumped into another figure. I turned around to see them smiling at me with malicious intentions. It was one of the Hellhound's group members. They spoke darkly, "A human, huh?"
"Uhh…" I couldn't even formulate a proper response before the demon tried thrusting a knife into me. I batted the claw holding the knife away with relative ease for me, and an exaggerated reaction from the demon. He yelped out in pain, and a crack came from his wrist. It wasn't until I remembered the supposed powers I was barely clinging onto at this point.
I then thought quickly before grabbing a mug on a table and smashing it into the guy's face. He practically spun around in a full circle before slumping to the floor. I dropped the remains of the mug on the floor with the downed figure before glancing up to see a rather large, angry Sinner looking at me. It was then that I realized that I stole their drink from them.
They moved to get up, but I held up a finger stopping them in their tracks. I then plucked out wrinkled money from my pocket before handing it to them. With confusion, they looked at it. I said, "Sorry about that."
He looked at it with suspicion before plucking it from my grasp. The Sinner then moved to the bar to grab another drink while ignoring the widespread fighting. I let out a sigh of relief to not escalate the situation.
I scanned the crowd to find my Hellhound friend, but I witnessed the same Hellhound I had hit two times fall to the ground at the feet of a female Imp server. She jolted backward causing her tray of drinks to fall all over the guy. He got up to his feet and shoved the Imp down with fury present on his battered face.
I walked over swiftly and grabbed Hellhound around the neck and placed him in a sleeper hold. Within a few seconds, he slumped to the ground in an unconscious mess. I then walked over to the Imp and offered my hand to her. She looked at it with confusion and worry. I offered consolation, "I am not going to hurt you. Please, take my hand."
After a second to think, the Imp was helped to her feet before she scurried away from the brawling. This allowed me to then focus on my next task: Finding Loona.
This resulted in me walking through the struggling crowd as I tried to stay out of the brawling. It was all in vain seeing as a few demons here and there tried to pick a fight. I would defend myself with a few jabs at soft points on their bodies causing them to fall to the ground. I could tell that some were brought into the fighting through their drinks being spilled or being shoved. Others, however, seemed to just join because it looked like a fun time. Some sought me out while others, both Hellborn and Sinner, seemed relatively unbothered by me.
Finally, I managed to catch up to Loona who was acting with some bloodlust. I could see that she had sustained a few strikes here and there, but she was still putting up a good fight. That was until she was grabbed by the arm by one Hellhound from that asshole's group while another hit her in the stomach.
Enraged at seeing this. I closed the distance swiftly between me and the trio before I surprised and attacked the Hellhound who hit her. I grabbed him by the arm and twisted it to break it. I then followed up by uppercutting him in the chin while he yelled out in pain before finishing with a strike to the side of the head.
The other Hellhound released Loona and charged me with claws and a knife at the ready. I defended my position by kicking him in the knee hard enough to break it backward. He faltered in his step and accidentally slashed me across the chest with the knife, and it cut a bit deeper than the other Hellhound's claws from earlier. I seethed in pain before I punched the Hellhound in the gut followed by a fist in the face. My reaction felt automatic, and I was almost surprised by how little I restrained myself.
I walked over to Loona before helping her to her feet. I pulled her up to me and held onto her closely before asking, "Are you alright?"
Loona nodded with labored breaths and a small blush. She said, "Yeah… I'm fine."
A loud bang from behind the bar stopped all of the commotion and fighting in its tracks. Everyone looked with shock at the bartender holding a smoking shotgun in the air. He yelled out, "Knock it the fuck off! Anyone who continues to ruin my bar will be thrown out to the street."
With reluctance, many of the patrons returned to their tables. I remained ready for any attacks from any passing demon, but none seemed to come. Instead, Loona and I were the only ones left standing while business continued around us. I even noticed that some of the unconscious figures were being picked up by the bar-employed Hellhounds and thrown to the curb. They seemed to ignore me other than the long stares they would give me.
Loona grabbed my arm before seething out, "What the fuck happened there?! Why don't you have your disguise anymore?!"
I glanced at the broken ring before saying, "I don't think it will work anymore. It was breaking since I picked up that sword, and there isn't any way to mend what was going to happen. I just wished it didn't happen here. I am sorry for what happened…"
The infuriated expression on Loona's face melted away and was replaced by a look of guilt. She rubbed her arm awkwardly before saying, "Oh… I, uh, didn't mean for it to sound like that. I guess I am still coming off of the adrenaline. Look, do you want to go?"
I looked around to see that the surprise and awe that everyone was looking at me had disappeared. Now, everyone seemed to be back to the drinking that they enjoyed before the fight. I muttered, "I expected everyone to still be… I don't know… wanting to fillet me alive?"
Loona dismissed it, "Look, you were surprised to see for the first time. After that first minute with you though, it sunk in quickly. You are just like any other Sinner around here, but you just haven't died the first time." She pointed around at everyone, "See! Nobody gives a fuck about you anymore."
It was sort of jolting to see how unphased everyone was from mere moments ago. I guess everyone got all their feelings out of the way through that fighting? I wasn't able to think it over before Loona tried backtracking, "Wait! Shit! I didn't mean to say it like that. I give a fuck about you. I would even say that you mean a lot to me."
I looked over with a raised brow to see Loona's blush barely visible through her fur. I could see that she was struggling with explaining her emotions. She stuttered, "I don't mean in like the-"
I cut her off with a smile and chuckle with my own rose-tinted cheeks, "Don't fret over it. I know what you mean. Plus, you mean a lot to me, too."
Loona's blush darkened before she said, "Cool…"
I looked around once more before stating, "I don't want to ruin the fun time we were having. So, we can stay."
My words caused Loona's ears to pop up in surprise before she said, "Really? Are you sure? We can always go somewhere else."
I shook my head before walking back to our table. I said, "Yes, I am sure. Besides, it is out there now, isn't it? Might as well settle in here and not stir up trouble somewhere else." I said that knowingly feeling out of place.
Loona joined me before saying, "Okay, but just speak up if you feel like leaving."
I nodded at Loona before taking the same seat as before. My motions felt sluggish, and in some ways, I felt like I could feel the skin all over my body crawl at being completely exposed. However, Azazel's words brought me some sort of relief noticing how he was right in some regard. Well, some of them did try and cause me harm. I doubt this will be the last time, so I hope that I have some peace and quiet for the time being.
I felt myself jump a little when a glass was placed in front of me full of the drink I had before. I looked at it in confusion before I looked over to see the same, small female Imp that I helped earlier. I eyed it with an unnerved feeling before looking back at her. I asked, "What is this?"
The Imp plopped a drink in front of Loona before answering me, "Milo noticed you help me in that little tussle earlier. This is just something that might ease the pain from earlier." She pointed over to the brooding Imp behind the bar.
She turned around to leave. I asked, "He doesn't care if I stay?"
The Imp eyed me up and down before stating, "As long as you can pay for the drinks you get after these two, hun. Milo doesn't give a flying fuck where you come from as long as you do that one thing." The Imp continued on her way around the establishment.
I picked up the drink for a moment and looked it over with an attentive eye before I took a sip from it. Loona smiled at me, "At least your little fuck up didn't ruin our night."
I narrowed my gaze, "Hey! I didn't intend to display my humanity in front of all of these demons." I then noticed how she cocked her brow at me. I gave her a deadpan look before stating, "You were joking…"
She rolled her eyes, "Damn. I thought Moxxie was the only one to flip out at the smallest prodding from me." Loona took a deep drink and allowed the contents of her beverage to do their work on her mind. She let out a relaxed sigh before saying, "You can unclench your asshole over there. I don't think anyone is going to do anything. After a long, shitty day, a lot of these guys and gals just want to take a load off."
I let out a sigh before smiling at her, "Alright, I will try to chill out." Sitting back in my seat, I tried to take my mind off everyone around me. Instead, I focused on the white and dark gray Hellhound across from me. Without thinking, I uttered just loudly enough for Loona to hear, "I am really glad to have you with me tonight. I can't remember the last time I was able to drink with someone like this. So, thank you."
I could see the effects of my words on Loona practically instantaneously. Her eyes dilated, her shoulders relaxed down, and I could see her furry tail swing side to side in happiness. A light blush formed on her cheeks, and she looked away. She calmly said, "Shut up and just drink."
Much later into the night…
Everything seemed like a blur. I couldn't even count the number of drinks that Loona and I downed by the time we left the bar, but it was more than enough for us the require the help of one another to walk down the street. We clung to each other as we swerved from one side to the next with slight fits of laughter when we stumbled too much.
It didn't help that I would black out from moment to moment with little grasp on what we were trying to achieve. All I knew was that I was trying to walk Loona back to her place. It wasn't an easy task for two plastered individuals. That wasn't including the fact that we kept forgetting where we were.
When we finally made it to her place, and by extension Blitzo's, I was hesitant to go any further. I walked her up the stairs and up to her front door. She tried fishing for her key and failed to get it into the lock a few times. After much effort, she managed to slip it into the keyhole. She opened the door and grabbed my wrist in an attempt to get me inside. She slurred, "Comme 'n."
My blurred and twisting vision had trouble even seeing the rosy tint of her cheeks. I shook my head, "No, no, no, no. I dom't wanna both'r Blitz after tooday."
The Hellhound tugged me harder as she whined a little, "Comme on. He… isn't… even here. He's with da bird t'night."
I don't believe I had that much resistance left in me, because the next thing I knew, I was walking through the Livingroom of her and Blitzo's place. I couldn't even focus on the pictures that littered on of the walls of our colleagues and herself. There were even a lot of drawing scattered about that Blitzo must have come up with. It wasn't that bad of a place. However, all of that remained a blur to me in my current state.
Loona then managed to unlock her door before I found myself in her room. It was mostly colored with the things that I knew the Hellhound for, dark colors of blacks, grays, and even a few blues and reds. There was a bit of a mess in the room as well, but I wasn't one to judge too harshly, especially in my current state.
I walked in but managed to stumble on something. The room continued to spin a few more times than I did, but I felt the soft sheets under my back. I couldn't help but giggle at my blunder, "Dat was fun."
I caught Loona looking down at me as she continued to sway from side to side. She leaned down before tracing her claws along the tear in my shirt. She asked, "Wha' happened 'ere?"
I looked down before saying, "From the fight. Don't yoo 'member?"
After a few seconds of thinking, it seemed like Loona was drawing a blank. She shook her head before leaning in and trying to take off my shirt. She said, "Show me!"
I ended up batting her hands away as she tried a few times to peel my shirt off of me. After the last time, I was able to get a good grip on the lower seam. I removed my shirt and showed her the cut across my chest. Loona leaned into it and saw that it had already begun some level of healing. The way she touched the skin around it made me shiver ever so slightly.
Loona blinked a few times to gain her bearing before she moved out of the room to grab something. I leaned back on her bed slightly in confusion before she came back with a dampened rag. Held onto my shoulder before she said, "Hold still…"
I shook my head and retorted, "No, I-I can do this later."
The moment I resisted and tried to get up, Loona growled in irritation. She squeezed my shoulder a little harder until I accepted my position. That didn't stop me from pouting ever so slightly. However, that didn't seem to stick around long once I felt the rag touch my skin. I felt the burn, barely, and I let out a sigh as I fell back.
Loona stated as she continued to inspect my chest and wound, "I'm-I'm glad yoo din't get too hurt."
I didn't even respond while I did my best to keep a grasp on whatever consciousness I had. The room kept feeling like it was spinning, and I would close my eyes to keep my bearings. It was all futile up until the point Loona was finished cleaning the cut. I uttered, "I should get home."
I was in the process of getting up, but I felt Loona's claw lightly touching my chest in fascination. Sure, it was toned, but it was hardly anything to gawk at. It had a sort of leaner strength behind it that was gathered from many hours of manual labor in my life. However, it seemed as if Loona was transfixed by it.
Slowly, Loona's eyes traced up to meet mine. A second or two passed by without a word spoken between us. I believed that the alcohol was starting to really get to me because I could swear that Loona was slowly closing the distance between us. I didn't even realize that I was doing the same with her.
The gap then became nothing between her lips and my own…
I then felt an entirely new sensation on my lips that I didn't expect. While I was sloppy and unthinking, I just moved with the first physical sensations that felt good to me. When Loona's tongue wanted access to my mouth, I simply obliged since it was easy. I then felt the smallest tingle in my chest when she lightly bit onto my lip. Her hair even tickled my cheek when she leaned me back onto the bed.
Suddenly, Loona's lips parted with my own as she moved to my ear. I could feel her breath against my ear. I could practically feel her sharp teeth grazing against the skin causing a shiver up my spine. She finally uttered her words quietly into my ear.
"Stay with me."
So, I might as well put this here since most (if not all) of you should understand what is going to happen. If you wish to skip this drunken escapade, please continue to the next bold words stating that it is over. There should be a very small amount of the chapter remaining for you to read.
I don't remember exactly what happened immediately after that moment, nor do I remember if I agreed to it or not. Instead, it felt as if I had been hazily thrown into the next moment. The next thing I knew was that I was watching Loona slowly descended to my nether region. She would slowly lick parts of my chest and stomach as she moved. Her eyes never left mine, and her rose-colored cheeks stood out from the rest of her furry face.
Loona then grabbed the sides of my pants and pulled them down slowly and untidily. Still, she managed to do it and exposed my semi-erect dick to her. From my swirling and twisting vision, I could tell that she was looking at it with a pang of primal hunger. That was until she decided to even the playing field by removing her shirt in a swift move. Her breasts were now completely free, and I managed to make out how they were fair in size and perky. I couldn't quite make out too many details, like whether or not she had piercings on her nipples or not.
Moments seemed to jump for me as Loona's tongue traced from base to tip right before her entire mouth enclosed around my member. The sensation caused me to groan and lean my head back in pleasure. Even through the sheer amount of alcoholic daze I tried breaking through, I felt like I could feel every single movement she made. Any time she moved her tongue or squeezed slightly differently. For being as drunk as she was, I was completely satisfied within my drunken mind.
Since I wasn't entirely here, I couldn't quite get a grasp of how much time was passing. It felt like she had been going for a few minutes. Instead, I could feel myself clock in how many times she had moved her head up and down my length. I felt no desire to leave this moment.
However, it seemed like Loona was satisfied with the progress she had made by the time she peeled her mouth away from my dick. She gave it one last lick on to tip before she licked her lips. She took a step back to make sure she was completely in view before she continued with her next actions. The Hellhound turned around to show her shapely behind to me. She slowly began to peel down her pants while lifting her tail to give me an unobstructed view of her ass and lips between her legs. I knew my eyes had gone wide from this bit of gradual action.
Once she was done with that, and she made sure I was paying attention, she smirked at me before moving slowly toward me. I almost felt tranquilized in my actions as I attempted to move. They were sloppy and slow. However, I wasn't able to get far before Loona once again forced me onto my back. My glazed-over eyes widened at her as she began to lean down.
She spoke out her order, "Stay put. I 'ave been hungry for a good fuck. You're goin' to lay down and enjoy it. No more foreplay."
I felt no argument leave my lips, and I relaxed back as I was transfixed by her many forms. I knew that there was only one of here, but my current state made it hard to reason with that. Instead, I watch closely as she crawled over me. I felt her soft chest brush across my own up until her face leaned right over my own. Loona then grasped my shaft and positioned it right under her wet entrance.
Suddenly, Loona sunk onto me and let out a sound of pleasure. As for me, I was once again resting my head against the bed in a dazed and drunken stupor. Still, this didn't subtract from the pleasure I was getting and giving. I could feel Loona bounce with a bit more vigor after each succession. The last thing that I remember looking up at was Loona's gleeful expression at the sexual release while her breasts bounced at a similar cadence.
Then, everything seemed to fade off into obscurity. I would be hard-pressed to grasp what had happened since bringing Loona back to her place. There was no hope for me in grasping any details the more the night went on. I didn't know how long we continued to explore each other's bodies in different ways, or if we simply ended after this moment. We could have been at it all night for all I knew.
If you are reading this, this is the point that I deemed appropriate for viewers who skipped the sexual content to return to reading.
I had encased in a darkness that could only be achieved with copious amounts of drinking. There were no dreams that I could recall, and it wasn't like I was in a state to remember had there been. Nope. It was just a blanket of black.
The first thing I was able to grasp when I felt the sensation of minimal lighting come through my eyes was how much my head ached, and how little appetite I had. Then the tiredness of my body was the next thing to come to me.
After that, I was able to grasp the small things outside of my body. I noted how different my bed felt compared to usual. I also felt completely comfortable holding onto something nice, fluffy, and warm. I tried to cling harder to sleep but was finding it hard to sink back into it. Perhaps if I shifted myself a little…
I managed to squeeze the thing within my grasp, but I found my heart jump a little when the things seemed to groan and shift under my pressure. I couldn't piece it together instantly, but I understood at that moment something wasn't right.
My eyes shot open, and I did my best to shield them from the harsh light. The form in front of me seemed to notice something off with the way things were. They pushed away from me and tried to come to grips with being awake. It seemed like things were finally coming together for me right as my vision cleared enough for me to make out the figure on the other end of the bed.
I felt my heart stop beating for a small moment while I looked at the equally shocked Loona. She clung her sheets to her chest to conceal what was laying beneath. I then saw that these weren't my sheet, nor was this my bed. My eyes finally found their way to my clothes laying scattered across the room. I then peered down at myself to find out that I was indeed nude.
I wasn't entirely prepared to say anything to Loona while she processed things as well. Whatever had happened the previous night was going to come back to us at some point. This didn't stop the panic from rising in my chest as I was unsure whether I wanted to come to find out what happened. I didn't want to how big of a mistake I made.
Just what did I do last night?
Well hello! I hope that I didn't piss off too many of you. That last section was longer than I actually intended, but I decided to butter it up a little. Just remember that they are DRUNK! Don't have too many expectations beyond 'Oh, fuck' for what they have to come to grips with next chapter. Progression, regression, progression. That is about it. Anyways, the next chapter is including the CHERUBS. Should be an interesting development for the chapter.
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