Days slowly tick away with comfortable daily routines. With each day, Cattaleya feels herself growing closer to Alastor. Without actually meaning to honestly. It just… Happens. Naturally. Effortless. There is something between them that neither might understand but both feel. It's the simple things that feel grand. The cup of coffee she brings him before he faces a night of guarding over her. How he gently knocks on the closed ballroom door to signal dinner is ready. The sudden invite to have lunch outside or take a stroll.

Safe. She feels safe. Safe enough that nightmares haven't been plaguing her anymore.

Luckily, the others are keeping their distance. Well, they tried to give a few remarks, ask a few questions, but all of that was quickly shut down by the both of them deeming all of the information classified and none-of-their-business. Sharp words and manic grins keep nosy noses away sort of speak.

Cattaleya hadn't expected tonight to be any different, watch a movie, which Alastor still does not like but never fails to join, and then head to bed. When suddenly an explosion occurs. Cattaleya immediately jumps up, low in her stance with one hand on the ground, wings flared as she holds her hand straight like a blade. Ready to attack any creature that dares-

"What'up bitches!"

"Cherry bomb!" Angel happily perks up from his spot on the couch. "What are you doing here?!"

Okay, not a threat. Violent and rude but not a threat. Cattaleya relaxes in her stance, looking at the wall that had just been blown up. Charlie is going to pout over that.

"You have been texting me depressing shit all week. I am here to take you out! Do some drugs, have some kicks, fuck a guy here or there." Cherry bomb announces with a sassy walk when her eyes fall on Cattaleya. "Who this dove. You stick out like an eyesore ya know."

"I have been told." She answers flatly. Definitely not her type of woman.

"Don't let looks fool ya." Angeldust defends as he leans his arm on Cattaleya's shoulder. "She's cool. Was some sort of lethal assassin lady in her living life. Can kick mean ass if she wants to. And she ain't bad on the eyes either in a black leather get up. I ain't sure how she holds up in the club but perhaps tonight is one to find out." He winks.

"The club?" Her interest perks up.

Alastor lets out a few short aggressive Ha's before he disappears, reappearing next to them. "That is a no." He moves Angel's arm off of Cattaleya and actually brushes some invisible dirt off of her as if to emphasize his point. "There is not a chance in Hell I am going to let you take our dear Cattaleya to a place where there is nothing else on everyone's mind than to drink, do drugs or fuck around. One might catch serious diseases in the circles you run."

"Psht, what are you, her dad?" Cherry Bomb challenges with a roll of her eye and folded arms. "You are not going to let a man decide what you can or can do now will ya?"

Alastor's grin grows dangerously as his eyes narrow. "Oh, how easily I could pluck that one eye out for having such a rude mouth about things you know nothing about."

Seeing that this could possibly spiral out of control rather fast rather bad. She gently takes his hand and pulls him a few steps back. Luckily, Sir Pentious enters the scene "Ah, look who we have here! My arch nemesis." and that distracts both Cherry and Angel enough for Cattaleya to have a somewhat private conversation.

"There is no need to become this hostile."

"I disagree, my dear. They are trying to get you to such a filthy place. It's preposterous!"

"Have you considered that I might actually be interested in joining them?"

Alastor gives her a disbelieving half grin as he tilts his head to the side. "That's adorable."

"I am serious."

"Ha! You wish to go to a classless neon bright stinking club to what? Drink, drug and fuck?" Even the thought of her doing all that stuff, defiling herself, has him shuddering.

Cattaleya smiles fondly at him and shakes her head. "To experience. I don't drink. I don't do drugs. And I definitely don't plan on fucking anyone." That last sentence has him undeniably relieved. "I just want to see. Want to dance. I have never been to such a club before. And I might not even like it. Then I'll be back home before you know it. I understand why you are reluctant about it but I can handle myself." She holds up her razor sharp nails and wiggles them. "I promise I will keep myself safe."

"I'd prefer it if you just decide not to go." Alastor admits slowly though this means a lot to her. He isn't ordering her to stay. Isn't demanding her to. If she wants to go, he would let her.

"But you won't hold me back if I want to." Cattaleya confirms with audible appreciation. She squeezes his hand and he returns the gesture. "Thank you, Alastor."

Alastor's smile melts for a brief moment before he grins widely. "Naturally you will be home in no time! You will be sick of the music before the first song ends. Nothing can compare to the golden times of Jazz."

Cattaleya laughs lightly and shakes her head.

"Yo, you coming along or not?"

"We got MONEY!" Cherry yells as she holds up fists of green she received from the Princess of Hell.

"I will." She takes a step but is stopped by Angel who holds his hand up.

"No no. You are not going like you are about to do everyone's taxes." Cattaleya looks down at her neat dress. What is wrong with- Before she can finish that thought he has her by the arm, dragging her upstairs for a, in his words, desperate needed makeover. In that moment, she wonders what she has gotten herself into.

Alastor is still in conflict whether he should go upstairs and put a hold on the leash he has just released. She is going out. To a tasteless club. With Angeldust and company. It spells disaster. It will be a disaster. To believe she is going to a place where any man with sticky hands and a bold thought could lay his hands on her. It has his mind in static silent rage. Well, silent but visible obviously as everyone stays out of a five foot radius as he waits at the bar. His nails tapping slowly on the wood.

"You know-" Husker starts, and he wonders if this might cost him a few patches of fur as the tapping of nails come to an abrupt halt. "- if you are this worried, you could join us."

"No. She wishes to go experience this… Blasphemy by herself. She did not ask me to come along and I will not be deemed a hovering controlling chaperone." He grits out through his teeth even though he so wishes to chain her down to her bed right now.

Husker wisely does not make a snarky comment as anything could make the Overlord snap. So instead he offers. "How about I keep an eye out for her? Make sure she stays out of trouble."

"How noble of you. Please do. But know I will have heads roll if anything happens to her."

Husker gulps but luckily, the Overlord's glowing eyes divert away to the staircase when footsteps approach. "Make way for a fox coming out of her den!" Angel proudly announces, having changed into a full leathery jump suit with of course an open chest and silver eyelets and chain accents.

Luckily, it is not the scandalous dress she had bought in the lingerie shop. Alastor doesn't know if this is actually better. She is wearing a skin tight black leather leotard with wide straps and a deep V neckline. Sides open, showing skin and actually that being the room for her wings to come out. Flared pants hang loosely on her hips. To make it slightly, slightly, more modest she wears a holographic white jacket, without shoulders though and it hangs open so it hides actually nothing. Hair is poofed up a bit to already fake a sort of rough-night-on-the-streets vibe. And her makeup is the dangerous finishing touch. Silver eyeshadow with sleek fox eyed eye eyeliner and a black lip gloss.

Cherrybomb cat whistles loudly. "Now, that's a woman I would like to go hit the town with! You look absolutely, one hundred percent, fuckable." Alastor feels his head crash violently. "You are a mistress of disguise, it appears."

And then Cattaleya grins, dear fucking hell she grins, and it has heat shooting up to body parts Alastor would loudly deny if asked. But he has to agree. She looks, in lack of better more courteous words, fuckable. "Let's go then?" And when she deepens her voice, he is done for.

In a flash he is in front of her. The only thing that stops him from demanding she stays or pulling her outright up to her own room, is the dulling of her eyes in that split second. Because she already expects what is about to come. Knows what he is about to say. Knows she is going to have to argue with him and it might not end nicely. And that is why he can't do it. "Enjoy your night, Cattaleya." He forces out through a forced smile though his eyes tell how difficult he finds it.

Her mouth gapes a bit open in surprise before her face explodes in a look of pure gratitude. Sadly, before she can say anything else they are interrupted by Cherry bomb. "Let's goooo. We are losing night light." Cattaleya is literally pulled out of the hotel with company following.

His body, still in mild panic, urges him to follow them to the door but there he stops and he watches them leave as the door slowly shuts. He stands there, jittery to follow. But he shouldn't. He will not. She will be fine. Nothing will happen. With heavy hooves, he takes a few steps back before he turns and clenches his fists.

The door swings open and something collides with his back. Thin strong arms are wrapped around his waist in a tight embrace. "I won't make it late." Cattaleya softly soothes him and he relaxes, a grateful smile of his own graces his lips, unseen.

Gently, he runs his hand over her arm. "Alright."

And then the warmth is gone again, fleeting fast to catch up with the others for what Alastor hoped would be an uneventful night.

Night life in Hell is what Cattaleya would have expected. The streets are twice as filled, all the sinners who sleep during the day to then roam the night are on the loose. It is loud as people talk, yell, party, play music and fight here and there. Also, she feels like she might get a sensory overload from the bright neon lights everywhere. Yes, this is the nightlife of Hell. Soon, they are let in by the bouncer in a club called Consent which had her chuckling. Funny choice of name. Her skin prickles though in full alert as she feels eyes on her. Lots of them. Following her. Observing her. It sets her body on high awareness. So as they arrive at the bar to get their drinks, her eyes look nothing short from merciless cold.

"Geez Feathers, would you relax a bit?" Angel says as he notices how her demeanor has switched.

"We are being watched."

Angel and Cherry both laugh. "Of course you are being watched, bitch. People like what they see. Probably can't wait to hit that."

"I will end them if they dared hit me." Cattaleya mumbles as she shoots a glance at a poor sinner who had been drooling at her, poor thing almost pissing himself as he skitters away. Maybe she will be home sooner than expected.

But that is when Husker places a hand on her shoulder. "Kid, no one is going to harm you. No one here is out for a kill. So just ignore the stares, stick with us and relax. We'll find a booth to sit a little bit more secluded, alright?"

With a slight smile and slumping of the shoulders she nods.

It is interesting to watch though, Cattaleya thinks as they sit on the couch, not thinking about how sticky it feels, and she looks through the crowd. People without a care in the world dancing on the hard bass beats. Doing whatever they want with whoever they want. Living without consequences. Still such a foreign concept to her. But it is getting better. Laughing now something she does freely, which she does now as Sir Pentious tries for the third time to buy Cherry a drink, which ends in him buying the whole club a drink. It is a good thing they have gotten lots of money from Charlie to go on.

Suddenly, a big pink drink is put down in front of her. "Oh, I didn't order this."

"I know. I did." Husker says with a grin as he sits down. "We made a gamble. I get to choose the first alcoholic drink you ever drink. So here it is."

All the others let out a curious encouraging Oeeeeh as they wait in giddy anticipation. "Is it strong?"

"Mildly. Do you really think I will gamble my neck by giving you a strong one? It is mostly sweet."

Cattaleya narrows her eyes as the strangely coloured drink and takes a sniff. "Come on! Chuck it!" Cherry bomb somewhat orders and encourages.

With a grimace Cattaleya gives in and takes a sip through the straw. Her eyes widen in sudden delight. It is sweet indeed. Like strawberry flavors and some other fruits she can't place. And it burns pleasantly in the throat. With a soft moan she closes her eyes.

"Sloooow down." Huskers says with a chuckle as he takes the glass away, having finished it halfway already. "There is still alcohol in it and you probably are a lightweight."

Cattaleya pouts a bit but he is probably right, having been educated enough about alcohol to know she might drop unconscious as she has no tolerance at all. It does give her a pleasant feeling. Not that she plans to add the sin of drinking to her list but perhaps a drink like that once in a while might be nice.

"Let the woman get hammered! I want to see what she will do!" Cherry whines in but Husker simply narrows her eyes at her.

"Oh yeah, that sounds like a great plan. Let's make sure she gets completely waisted and carry her back to the Hotel so Alastor can fuck us up as well for letting her get into such a state."

Cherry tskts and folds her arms, leaning back in the couch. "That shit face ain't ever here." The subject boists a different kind of curiosity though. "What are you actually to him? Bastard has you on a leash as well? Are you his slave or something?"

"Nothing like that."

"Shits, you aren't saying you are his fuck thing willingly? Are you into some form of sadistic hard core dirt?" She scoots closer with sick delighted curiosity about stuff that is definitely none of her business. "Tell me honestly, how is he between the sheets? Is he as ruthless of a fuck as he is outside? Does he like to sneak in a bite or two? Pull your hair and force you onto your knees? Pound you till you are begging him to stop or perhaps give more? Oh! Is he into that bondage whipping shi-"

Cattaleya snaps and everyone holds in their breaths when she does. There is barely a hair length between Cherry's face and where the tips of Cattaleya's wings dig into the leathers of the couch. Towering actually above the woman as Cattaleya stands, Cherry between her legs, and she glowers. It wisely makes Cherry shrink in fear, realizing the wings could have easily pierced straight through her.

"We are not friendly enough for me to let this slide. I will warn you once." She squats down so she is eye level with the cowering cyclops. "Don't think you can disrespect me or Alastor for that matter by blabbering out your own filthy imaginations. I am not shy to correct you on it." She pulls one of her wings out of the couch, noticing the iron-like glimmer on the edges of her feathers. Interesting. She holds the tip of the wing between them both, looking at it with her own curiosity. That's new. "Am I clear enough?" Cherry gulps and nods. "Splendid."

Cattaleya stands up from the couch and her feathers return to normal. In a single go, she downs the rest of her pink drink and looks at the dance floor. The urge to move electrifies her body. "I'll be there." She announces before she skips onto the floor, leaving everyone in a stupor.

It feels liberating, just giving in to the music flowing through your veins. To let your body just flow wherever it wants to go. She can understand the addiction to it. Could get addicted to it herself. But perhaps not here. Even if the music is something to lose herself in, it is crowded. And she is not fond of the way it seems to swallow her. So even if she enjoyed it, she quits because of the sheer pressing presence of other bodies. She rubs her neck, wiping some sweat away and lets out a deep breath as she returns to her company. Angel and Cherry off to wherever. Sir Pentious gone as well. Only Husker still guarding their booth.

"No groping hands you have broken?" Husker asks with a grin as he holds out a glass of water.

Cattaleya smiles gratefully as she accepts and takes a gulp. "None. Though the wings might have kept them at distance." She says as she takes a seat.

Husker chuckles as he takes a sip of his own drink. "Remind me to be mindful of those sharp things."

"I will. Though I don't know how I did that." Cattaleya muses over it as she runs her fingers through them. "It just… Happened?"

Husker humms pensively before he suddenly asks. "What is it though between you and Alastor?" He holds up his hands in immediate defense. "Don't go pointing your feathers at me. I am honestly curious. Does he have you on a leash or…"

Cattaleya sighs again as she twirls the water around. "He hasn't. Truly. We just…" She makes a thoughtful face, not even knowing how to describe it in a word. "Connect?" She puts the glass down and leans with her elbows on her knees. "I am aware of what and who he is, what he has done and what he might become and do. I am, really. But between us… We… I am not scared of him and he treats me well. Better than anyone ever in my living life. And I just don't care what people keep trying to warn me about. I just want to enjoy whatever it is we have and I am sick and tired of everyone having an opinion about it. I know how you all look at us and I am done with it."

"... Fuck everyone." Cattaleya's eyes widen as Husker merely grins at her. "Hey, if you want to go for a psycho manipulating Overlord, then you do you. And in blunt honesty, you two fit. The way he acts around you is something I never thought I would ever see. Don't take it lightly. He cares. Doesn't understand how to cope with it but he cares. And if there is anyone who could be his woman then it would be you. Damn, if you ever decide to dive into making deals as well and become an Overlord you might even rival him." Husker visibly shudders. "Actually, don't. Hell might not survive you two as a pair of Overlords."

Out of sheer relief from the unexpected support, she actually lungs and hugs Husker. Which has him sputtering at first but then he gently pats her back. "Thank you, Husker. I needed to hear that."

"Yeah, just roll with it, kid. I got your back."

She gives him another grateful smile when something catches her eye. Angel is standing in front of a fairly taller demon with purplish skin and elaborate sinful clothes. Something about him gives her alarming shivers. Especially when she sees Angel's balled hands and uncomfortable face. "Husker-" She nods her chin towards them. "- who is that?"

Husker immediately shoots up. "Shit. That's Valentino. Angel's boss."

Boss? Suddenly, a red chain appears around Angel's neck, his so called boss pulling harshly before punching Angel to the ground. Her own veins run cold. Her body responds. In a blink, she is standing between the filthy looking demon and a sputtering Angel. Wings spread wide.

"Oh my, who is this delicious mamacita. One of your darling friends, my Angel?" The demon looks at her with a sharp grin, eyeing her up and down as if she is some slab of new meat. "I could offer you some high class work. Looking like that, every sinner will be crawling all over you."

She feels Angel's hand on her shoulder as he tries to pull her away. "Come Cattaleya, let's get out of here." His voice is panicked, but she doesn't budge. Doesn't move. She keeps her calculating eyes on the animal before her.

"Cattaleya. That rolls of the tongue rather nicely. We can work with that. Tell me-" He leans down, his alcohol induced breath makes her nose scrunch up. "How many dicks can you suck?"

Without blinking she says. "None." She takes a step forward and the demon's whole posture turns rigid, the smile wiped clean off as his face pales. Previously said bodypart now held in an iron grip. "But I can show you how I break one. It is fairly easy, honestly. It can snap with just one single-" She tightens her grip and actually twists her hand lightly, making him sweat and whimper. "-twist. If that doesn't interest you, I would recommend you keeping your comments and hands to yourself tonight. I don't appreciate filthy words nor wandering hands." She releases him, which had Valentino actually tripping backwards and onto his ass.

Cattaleya takes Angel's hand and pulls him back towards the booth. But then he suddenly pulls his hand out of her grip. "What the fuck do you think you were doing?!" Angel spews furiously.

"Excuse me?" Cattaleya asks, baffled by the anger.

"I could have handled that! Do you know how much shit you have gotten me into?!"

"It looks like you were doing that yourself just fine." Cattaleya's voice turns sharper as well. "I helped you."

"Oh yeah, you helped me like the darling little dove you are! I didn't ask for help! And because you did, tomorrow, and all the days after I will feel the results of you helping me!"

"You were punched. What should I have done then?!"

"Nothing. This is Hell baby. We deal with our own shit."

"I thought one is supposed to help friends."

"Who said we are friends?!" Ice cold water is dropped on her. All fire extinguished as her wings droop down. Seeing the error in his words Angel grimaces, regret written all over his face. "Feathers, I-"

She doesn't want to hear it. She walks away.

On the other side of the club, licking his wounds Valentino is throwing a hissy fit as he sits back down in his private lounge. "Who the fuck does that bitch think she is! I will show her, fucking filthy low life piece of-" He aggressively takes out his phone and starts calling.

"What is it?" Vox's unamused voice rings through.

"I need you to liquidate someone."

"Oh? Who has you hissy fitting now?"

Valentino sputters a bit, as if he was exaggerating his reaction or something like that! "It is not a hissy fit! This feathery white bitch dared grab my dick and threaten to snap it just because I was correcting one of my bitches! That fucking little cunt needs to be teached a lesson, fucked to an inch of her life and then-"

"Hold up. Go back, what did she look like?"

"What does that matter, I just need you to-"

"Val-" The sudden scratch of his voice has Valentino flinch in surprise. "- my man, just humor me for a moment and be a bit more specific."

"Well, apparently she is one of Angeldust's friends I suppose. Her skin is white grayish of sorts but very light. She has painfully white wings at her lower back and white long hair as well. Her eyes are icy blue. And if she hasn't been such a menace she could have been perfect for multiple movies as her body is quite salivation indusing."

"Val. I need you to bring her to me. Alive." On the other side of the phone, Vox is grinning like a predator finding its prey.

The plot tickensssss. Next chapter might be coming soon. Maybe tomorrow? Can't have people in suspense for too long... Or can I? ;)

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