"What the hell am I doing?"

"You tell me~"

The Succubi sat on a master bed for the room she was in was a bedroom of a love motel as the pink led lights lit up the room. Beside her was an incubi or at least she thinks? Her colleague was always an enigma for what lies under their skirt. Verosika Mayday was always tempted what's underneath the rookie's private for some of those that paid for this demon's services always contradict each other; some talked about her having the tightest of holes, some say she had cloaca, some whispers he was a he and had a member, others pointed out that he was circumcised or still had skin, others stated he might have spines on his member, even others gossiped that they had both a member and a hole, and some rumors are as ridiculous as having two members.

"Slaanesh, I-I think this is a mistake." Verosika stammered out.

"Huh? Then why did you order for me specifically?" He tilted his head in a query.

Because beside of Verosika is an androgynous demon with bright pink skin tone compared to her hot-pink, he was absolute perfection; his legs were unguligrade with horse hooves and a small pointy claw protruding downwards from the heel, only a purple towel wrapped around his hourglass waist, his toned body glisten with moisture after bath, he had black and pink butterfly wings compared to her bat counterpart, face flat due to him being noseless, sharp elven ears poked out as he twitched them adorably in question to her, he had a long hair that was purple, his horns were unique and shown his (or her?) Imp heritage for the first pair were the female horns pointing up then slightly curving back while the male horns were at the sids and looped like a bun. His scorpion tail swayed so gracefully while her classic arrow pointed tail laid rest on the mattress"I just thought that fucking my hottest coworker would—," Verosika interrupted herself before standing up, "You know what? Forget that this ever happened, you can keep the money—"

Before Verosika could think, she was instantly pulled down the bed and was pinned under by her supposed rookie. She blushed at his quick and controlling action, she knew youngsters were always eager to prove themselves but being pinned by an underling was a new experience to say the least. Slaanesh's noseless face was mere centimeters from contacting each other, both of their warm breaths enveloped their faces.

"H-Hey! Get off me!" She tried lifting her hands but he gripped her wrists as well.

"What's troubling you?" He whispered tenderly.

"None of your business, alright?!" Verosika barked back but some droplets were forming on her eyes.

Slaanesh let go of her but did not move from him sitting on her legs, "Verosika Mayday, Asmodeus' most promising succubi suddenly ordering a prostitution to one of the hottest new hires? There's something… off about you."

"Huh?! Just fucking get off me!" She bared her teeth at the mysterious male prostitute, preparing in her monstrous form.

"You wanna know a lil' secret?" He started leaning down which Verosika tried facing away as he whispered to her ear, "I can sense your emotions~"

"Hah?~" Her breath became harder as Verosika felt her senses heightened.

"You smell… different from before, why are you depressed? A bad breakup from your boyfriend perhaps?"

Motherfucker, this cheap, this cheap, this, she can't fucking think clearly because of that stupid impish clown dickhead Blitz—. She suddenly felt a hand caressing her cheek as her tears dripped down to her side and were absorbed by the sheet, her eyes stared back at the pink pupils and black sclera; his pink pupils turned into hearts which she found captivating.

"How about this: I will make this free of charge, just us two having a good time and forget your worries for this brief night. How does that sound?"

"P-Please, I just want to forget him." Verosika wimpy begged.

"Hmm~ Then I shall heed your request, Star-girl.~" He leaned down to her neck and licked down upwards with his elongated serpentine forked tongue, dragging his purple piercing ball along the her moistened skin, "You taste bittersweet~"

"Ffffuck!~" His actions made Verosika lose her mind, no fucking wonder this guy excels at his job on earth; the sensations, the emotions, everything made her melt, her ex has nothing on this guy, and it made her afraid how much this guy could control her because it felt like she was his plaything, "Fuck me! Just fuck me already!"

Slaanesh wiggled his index at her, "Uh uh uh! I'm the one who decides here, not you batty~"

He then bit down on her neck and started sucking—goddamn this guy is eating her like a buffet—giving her hickeys marks. She never quite remembered what happened right after but she did feel the weight lifted off her shoulder as she only saw a hazy mess of pink and purple, it was only her and her partner that she could only feel at this moment.


Landing on the sands of a beach, Blitzo spied his surrounding to find humans having fun such as; that some of them running around the sand, playing volleyball, chilling under the umbrella shade or tanning under the flare, children swimming on the water, adults drinking their coconuts on the local bar.

This shit was reminding him when he had to fight for that parking space from that whore, Verosika. Having a Demon Duel turning into a kaiju encounter but luckily Millie slit that fish's throat. Diving and rolling behind coolers and umbrellas to sneak past the human goers, Blitzø was enacting his manhunt to find the bitch that created that stupid organization. These shitstains made it personal with that holocaust nightmare he had to endure.

Luckily for him, Blitzø spotted a woman drinking at the open bar that looked familiar to his photo; White hair, smooth pale skin, wearing those dorky shades, in a one piece bikini sipping some coconut cocktail. He cunningly avoided some of the beach goers and sneakily went behind the target as he aimed his flintlock pistol at the back of her head, Abraham Lincoln this shitter.

"So he was right, he did warn me about you." The woman hummed.

Blitzø was staggered by her foresight before poking his flintlock to her dome, "The hell you mean!?"

"Cletus, do your thing."

"Surprise bitch!" Blessed bolt nearly pierced the imp's skull but luckily Blitzø ducked before letting a shot the general direction of where the bolt came from, Cletus swooped up before unleashing more to the imp. Blitzø vaulted over the bar counter to find cover from the holy hail.

"If it isn't diapers!" The I.M.P.'s honcho yelled behind the counter.

"So you remember me, huh?! Good because I can't wait to send you back to the literal hellhole you call home!"

"Not to be a smartass but blessed weapons kill sinners permanently and I'm a hellborn imp for your record, so not only you mistook me for a sinner but you also forget blessed weapons kill people without being sent to the afterlife." Blitzø then peeked out from the counter to yell even louder, "Maybe you should finish kindergarten, you fucking baby!"

"I'm older than I look, you-you-you!" Cletus' seething anger made him stammer a bit.

"St-St-Stuttering now?! Learn some nursery rhymes, you discount cupid!"

"I'll fucking kill you!" More bolts were unleashed at the demon as Blitzø ducked for cover again, the demon's eye managed to find that his human target was still on the counter sitting and sipping her coconut cocktail. She looked rather amused watching them duke it out and suddenly she pulled out a black device with an antenna then stride a certain distance from them.

She clicked the radio beside her mouth, "All personnel, target is on site."

All the beach goers turned around and pulled out edo period weaponry but some pulled guns also from rifles and pistols, all suppressed at the barrel which would be part of the course with these agent types. Blitzø stare at the men and women grinning madly at him, for he knew that the situation he was in could only be blamed by that blueberry pudding fucking Ars Goetia cocksucker!

"She's on vacation, he said!" the demon screamed out in frustration as he poured powder on his flintlock then the munitions before jamming it all with the rod, "It will be easy, he said!"

POW!

Blitzø manages to nail a dhork on the head before downing more of those agents in shorts and bikinis. One of them returned fire with her suppressed AR which forced Blitzø to hunker down once more, he pulled out a grenade then armed the damn thing before tossing it to the agents.

BOOM!

A good chunk of them were eliminated into guts as Blitzø started picking off those left dazed but he did not account for one of them sneaking past by and tried to cut him down with a katana. He mere turned his head for the blade to get stuck at the wooden counter before stabbing the fucker under his chin with the dhork's own kunai under the belt, Blitzø then threw said ninja dagger at another agent right at the throat.

Blessed bolts shattered the bottles behind his head to remind that Blitzø that the cherub was still here picking shots at the him, Blitzø took one of the unbroken bottle before stuffing a rag from a dead agent's torn underwear then igniting the rag and chucking the molotov cocktail at the angel. Cletus swerved to the side but this caused the firebottle to ignite a group of agents instead, the cherub looked back in horror before gritting his teeth in anger to return fire.

"Damn you, shitty imp!"

Unbeknownst to them, two agents that wore shades with the light-skinned male wore Hawaiian themed boxers while the dark-skinned woman wore a conservative one piece swimsuit with Agent One—the guy—held a grenade launcher as he grinned deviously.

"This worked last time, so say goodnight." He aimed true to the two supernatural target

FWOOM!

The Gas grenade soared directly at the two which knocked Blitzø's flintlock away and instead landed firmly at the Imp's pale palms, green mist poured out of the canister and could only mean one thing for the demon much to the angel's ignorance.

"Nuh-uh! Not this again!" Blitzo then smacked it to the cherub's youthful face.

"Ah shit!" The cherub tried rubbing his forehead but his nostrils inadvertently snatched the green mist and inhaled the drugged gas.

"What the?" Cletus could mutter out before dropping his crossbow on the sand as his vision became blurry then light blinded him.


"Zzz…"

The room was darkened with only blinds illuminating small red lines from the Pride Ring's morning daylight. The butterfly succubus-imp hybrid rose from her bed as she looked down to find a naked bright pink demon with white hair snoring loudly. Slaanesh now remembered the sinner that slept with him for her "services" because scanning the bedroom to find whips, ball gags, handcuffs on the bed and blindfolds and all sorts of kinky material.

"Hmm~ Wakey wakey, Misses Mayberry~" Slaanesh cooed at the female sinner's elven ear, mimicking a man's voice.

"Hgggh! Not now, honey…" The former human murmur in her stupor, "It's sunday…"

The Demon of Pleasure always loves the flavor of affection and innocence, especially the taste of a kind soul that was betrayed~ to think such a sweet woman to be cheated is humiliating and degrading therefore evermore succulent. So savory~.

"I meant that you need to have that payment now~" Slaanesh now returns to a more feminine voice.

"Hggh… fine." Rising from her sleep, the naked sinner looked back at Slaanesh before stupefy at succubi and realizing she had just slept with a damn prostitute! A woman no less! "Oh wow… I really did it."

"Don't worry about it, Berry-buttcheeks~ You were being penetrated by my dick instead of scissoring each other if it makes you feel better~." Slaanesh purred at the memories, especially the moans of this sexually frustrated former teacher.

"J-Just, here." Mayberry leaned over to the nightstand to take fish for her wallet then handed over the Mammon bills, "Thank you for your um, services."

"My pleasure~" Slaanesh gently grasped the bill and pocketed it somewhere in her now dressed body.

Once the transaction was done, Slaanesh stood up and walked out of the bedroom of the love motel. Her attire consists of; a skin tight bra covering her whole upper torso including her flat chest but completely showing her bare stomach that had her belly button a ring piercing designed as a mixture between male and female gender symbols with the lines and arrows replace by crescents, black and white booty shorts with white waistbands to compliment her round buttocks, She wore black thigh highs and fingerless arm warmers, her purple hair was now tied into a singular braid.

She strutted down the hall until reaching the reception area, taking one of the lollipops from the bowl before stripping and popping the sweet sucker in her mouth. Slaanesh exited the establishment to be greeted by the dystopian filthy streets of the Pride Ring, walking past sinners and to the nearby vending machine.

"What sweet goodies we have here~ Already done with Angel Dust, what the hell is Squip? I can go with Heroin… Oooh maybe I could try the shittier one!"

She pressed the button: KRUNCHY KROKODIL.

A bag of green tablets plop down that slot which she inserted her hand and clench the drugs, "Heard some nasty shit this stuff could do~"

SKRRR!

Eerie screech reached her elven ears and burnt rubber assaulted her nonexistent nose to find behind her a pink roofless car being driven by none other than her favorite meat on the steering wheel, the popstar succubus Verosika Mayday and her face shown that she was unamused, also it seems her hound is nowhere to be seen guarding her.

"Well, well, miss me already?" Slaanesh greeted first before glancing at the open seat, "Where's your puppy, Vee?"

"Vortex is at the Glutton Ring for his day off. Plus, I came here to pick you up for Asmodeus."

"What does the boss want?" Slaanesh flashed a grin before vaulting over the car door and taking a seat.

The Popstar sighed before stepping the gas pedal as they rode the streets of the pride ring together., "Probably that botched performance last week."

"Ah, yep, sorry about thaaat…" Slaanesh grinned shamefully while the exotic demon did a shrug pose, "I mean… you gotta admit my guitar skills was very—"

"Loud, we can't have an orgy if every human in the crowd has their ears bleeding." Verosika rudely answered before stopping at the red traffic light and pinching her own nose bridge, "I love you Slaanesh but you do get a bit crazy when things get a little too fun."

"For being succubi, you guys are not fun!" Slaanesh then crossed her arms and turned away immaturely like a brat, "Hmph!"

Once the green light lit up, Verosika went full throttle and made the automobile take the highway. The Popstar had her shade protected eyes on the road before reading the green sign above: "Highway Rings", the car continued until going inside a tunnel. The Dark tunnel with only the headlights shining on the front road and the pink radio lights slightly illuminating their bodies made it look very familiar… like that first time they slept together.

And fucking Jazz music playing on the radio.

"Vee…" Slaanesh turned to the driver

Verosika kept her eyes on the road but hummed in acknowledgement, "...Hmm?"

"Remember the time I made you my doll~" Slaanesh grinned wider

Verosika knew where this was going and her being a succubus by birth is not helping from this horny atmosphere. Keep your eyes on the road, woman!

"Aww~ Resisting much?" Slaanesh leaned over beside Verosika's face and whispered, "Here I was hoping I get to rail you over the car hood again~"

This causes Verosika to darken her face in a blush and stammer in a panic, "Uh no! I don't want that! Heheh…"

"How about in a filthy alleyway like last time? I know you love being raw dog on that disgusting dumpster you fucking degenerate!~"

"Fuck~ You are too much!" Verosika giggled before pushing the purple haired epicene demon as Slaanesh landed back on her seat with a playful smile, "Here I am, with one of the most twisted succubus to ever come out of the lust ring riding in this dark tunnel alone together. Or incubus, your junk is always changing."

"I'm just built different, luv~"

"Seriously, that shapeshift powers you have is next level. Every succubi would kill to have your powers to appear as the most attractive person for anyone's preference."

"You don't even know the half of it darling~" Slaanesh then put her own hand to her flat chest before growing spontaneously more robust than Verosika's.

"How does it feel when you shapeshift?" Verosika commented.

"Extremely Painful~" Slaanesh moaned.

The Verosika's eyes widen as she stole glances at Slaanesh's racks while maintaining her eyes at the road, "How could you be so horny about that?!"

"I guess it's just my condition to feel pain with pleasure~" Slaanesh fondle at her own breast before popping a few pill from her drug sash, "I heard this Krokodil stuff fucks up your body~"

"Oh by the seven rings." Verosika groaned out.

"Being high as a kite is one thing and having my flesh be eaten is another but the withdrawal phase? That's the kind of unique pain I wanna experience more!"

"Just simmer it down, alright? I love you, Slaanesh…" The succubus muttered the last part as she kept on driving down the dark tunnel intending to reach the native ring of the Succubi.


Before him was a deer, sheep—no, two sheeps. He watched bright figures of horns and halos surrounding him and pointing at him, he saw many laughed, many insulted, many spat on him, he tried his best to do his job but he was so… so… tired. So tired of the bullshit he and his friends put up with, can he just lie down? No, because the demons would win and he will not be going back home if sloth away! But why must he keep working? Didn't give enough for heaven?

While Cletus was in a daze and barely functioning, Agent 1 from before screamed madly at the radio on his hand. "This Agent One! I repeat this is Agent One! Our trump card is high and we're getting our asses kicked by the demon!"

A dark–skinned hand belonging to his female colleague smacked him on the cheek and left a red handprint, "Don't panic, Agent 1! We still have that angel dueling the demon, we are still in the game!"

"Okay-okay! Just take the sniper and blow off his head!" 1 yelled out before handing over the scoped rifle from a dead agent to his colleague.

"Uuuh…" 2 only stared blankly at the rifle.

"Why are you not aiming?" 1 asked as he glared at the demon.

"I don't know how to shoot a gun!" 2 blurted out of pressure.

"What?! What do you mean you don't know?" 1 immediately twisted his head at her.

"I don't have a gun license, okay! I'm scared of gunshots because of how loud they are!"

"Is this the reason why you pitched the Edo period Japanese weaponry back then? Because you're scared of guns!?" 1 yelled with bafflement.

"You shoot!" 2 screamed out as she threw the weapon back at 1.

"Fine!" He held the rifle and looked down at the cope until the cross was dead center at the demon's noggin.

BANG!

A piercing thunderstrike echoed as the bullet merely missed the demon and instead blew off the flintlock from the imp's hands. While Blitzø shrieked out, "Holy Shit!". The demon glared back at the two as his fingers pointed at his own eyes then directed at the two.

1 threw away his gun along with 2 slowly backing out of the scene from Agent One's egregious mistake. Suddenly, the director came to the fray to blitz Blitzø into choking the demon's throat and started pounding the imp's face with his tiny hands as Blitzø was pinned on the ground.

"Hayah! Wah! Karate Chop!" The Director made kung fu sounds as she relented hits to Blitzø.

"Ow! Ow! Back off!" Blitzø shoves her aside before taking a pistol from a dead agent and blindly aimed.

Bang!

"Ugh!" The woman held the red spot leaking from her chest then painstakingly looked up to the two, her eyes were becoming droopy yet her smile widened at the sight of Blitzø.

"Heh… Blitzo, there's no turning back from this. Lucifer will… suffer… for the great pl—ugh…" The Director of D.H.O.R.K.S stumbled her words and her steps until… she dropped dead on the sand.

"Now that's for hooking me up full of gas you biiitch!" Blitzø screamed before looking back at the daydreaming cherub looking at the sun then slowly glancing to where Blitzø is, "Speaking of gas."

Cletus had his mouth agape, horror could only be shown from his frightened visage. His failure lay on the sand, his ticket back home was leaking crimson and the liquid soaking up the sand. How? Good guys always win?! This isn't fair! What has he done to deserve this? Did God forsake him and his friends? All the hard work his group had put out only to be punished severely for one accident.

Cletus watched the imp trying to dial a phone, Cletus could only see red, He was tired, his friends were tired, tired of failure, tired of Deerie's condescending voice, he wants those that wronged him to suffer like he did, the pain and turmoil of it all. He was gonna kill this red-skinned piece of SHIT!

"WAAA!"

"What the hell are you—" Soon Blitzø was charged by the enraged angel only for the two of them to dive inside a portal.


A pink succubus-imp hybrid sat alone on the lobby room just outside her boss's office, she contemplated her time on earth and the delights she feasted on from that world. The emotion, the sensation, the feeling, the suffering, all nourished her to unimaginable pleasures those monkeys so willingly and unwillingly provided her. The virgins he had deflowered was addicting not to mention the blood, of fuck the blood he savored from their nether regions~

Her thoughts were interrupted when the double doors suddenly peer open as the light from the back made the figure hidden in black but the shape and three heads was undoubtedly her boss, Asmodeus.

He wore a poker face and his aroma was not that of amusement to say the least.

She stared at the floor, unavailable to look him in the eyes, the Prince of Lust nodded for her to enter which she obliged and silently stroll to the chair then took a seat with Asmodeus prompting the same. Slaanesh glanced at the candy bowl filled with lust themed candy shapes before picking one of the pieces—

"Nuh uh, You ain't having a piece."

Her elven ears drooped down and returned the candy back to the bowl then she veered her eyes to the fireplace lit up with blue flames. She watched the aqua hellfire dance behind the glass.

"You really fucked up like not in a good way either." His sexy voice, such masculine voice, did not bear much sweetness to her guilt.

"I like you—" Her long ears perked up by her boss's words "—as a subordinate." Then her ears drooped even lower.

"And it pains me to do this kind of talk to one of my best succubus doing their job well… too well." Asmodeus popped a penis candy in his mouth before continuing, "Y'see… Whenever you go enjoy yourself, you tend to go overboard… as in; skinning people and fucking their eyesockets types of messed up. Like, I'm the prince of lust and I encourage others to satisfy their sick fantasies."

"But holy shit, even pedophiles and necrophiles would find you disturbing. I want lust to be enjoyed by everyone but I don't want people to enjoy it so much that it horrifies everyone else."

"Sooo?" Slaanesh looked back at him in a submissive form.

"The whole skinning people and barbed CBT stuff needs to go, I want more humans to be tempted by lust not traumatized." Asmodeus puts down before standing up and approaching Slaanesh, towering the pink succubus, "And I'm taking this for the time being."

Her butt vibrated which made her blush which made the Prince of Lust give her a deadpanned look, "Of course."

"To be fair, I didn't design them.~" Slaanesh giggled nervously but Asmodeus was not sharing her humor.

"Just hand it over."

"What?!"

"You heard me."

"But-but!" She pleaded back.

"No butts, no coconuts!" But Asmodeus twisted his head left and right.

"FFFFFINE!" She reached down her booty shorts with an audible 'Pop!' before pulling out her buttplug Asmodean crystal and handing it to his palm.

"Good, take this as a break from work. A mini paid vacation of sorts."

Slaanesh could only look down and shamefully exits the office and closing the door behind her, she sniffed from her nonexistent nose to walk down the hallway which led to her bumping to someone.

"Oof!"

"Agh!"

Both figure stumbled on their butts, Slaanesh looked straight to find that ugly fucktoy-barf mesh of color-gruff voice-no legs-no arms having-assless-cyborg jester walking his disgusting fly mutts.

"Ow! Watch where you're going!" The rough voice was akin to a fork on a chalkboard.

"S-Sorry, Mister Fizzarolli." God, she hated being submissive to this failed circus act.

"Oh you must be… Slamish?" The dumbass clown asked.

"It's Slaanesh." She said in such a passive voice, she wished she could tear his disastrous makeup face for real.

"I remember you! Congrats on your duet with Verosika!"

"Uh, thank you, Sir Fizzarolli."

"Anyways, I off to see Asmodeus so could you help these puppies to their feeding room, thank you!"

Then that skin and bones of a jester joyfully strut over the hallway and onto the door of Asmodeus office, Slaanesh sighs and looked down at the fly chihuahuas yelping about. She held the leash and guided the critter down to the hallway as she passes the office door—

"Oh fuck that's good babe~" That clown's voice said through the muffled door.

"I know you like my kisses~" Her masculine boss's voice replied back

"How about I return the favor with this new technique for my blowjob~"

Hearing their lustful endeavors made her blood boil as she was relegated to being stuck guiding mutts to their feeding holes, why can not Asmodeus see she's a better kisser? A better throat goat? Her teeth are sharp and her fangs have aphrodisiac venom! She can form a dick—no, two dicks! And two dicks is better than one, so why is she not enough?! She has everything that Clown does not yet Asmodeus adores him? What is she lacking? She was supposed to be perfect damn it!

She stomped her way down the hallway, pushing the leash to some unfortunate incubus to feed the fly-dogs.


"Why are we buying you another Robo Fizz?" Verosika peculiarly asked.

After checking out the box from the register, the two succubus exited the adult toy store and went to a nearby dark alley. Opening the box and flipping the on switch made the robot' eyes glow green and made its arms open in welcome to Slaanesh.

"Hello, I am Robo Fizz! Your new friend and private performer or friend is if you get my meaning~" Robo Fizz wiggled his mechanical eyebrows—

A Rapier shoved through its fucking mouth and down to its throat before pulling away.

"Ow! What kind sick fantasy is th—" The robot did not get the chance to finish as its legs were cut down.

"Wow! You are really mad, Slamish!" the automaton chuckled as bolts sparked from its body, "What did Asmodeus' little pet upset her this mu—

"Even the robot still gets my name wrong!" Slaanesh stabbed its palm on the pavement then savagely tearing the other limb off.

"Okay-Okay, maybe we got on the wr—" It was rudely interrupted when clawed nails pierced its faceplate then being ripped off to reveal the endoskull of the animatronic, then Slaanesh repeatedly bash its head with a hammer. Hoping this thing, this clown, needs to fucking scream! But it kept making jokes, lighthearted comments and other shit that was not fulfilling her sadism!

"That's enough!" Verosika pulled her away from the mangled parts on the dirty floor.

"Damn him! Damn it! Damn it all!" Slaanesh cried out as waterfalls continuously poured from her black sclera eyes.

"Oh fuck, you are crying, oh fuck." Verosika held her own hair in a panic as she knew how emotional Slaanesh gets with his condition, "He-Hey, its okay—"

"No, it's not okay!" Slaanesh barked back with a twin voice of man and a woman simultaneously, a voice Verosika rarely hears but when it does? It's usually something overwhelming for Slaanesh, "Do you know how much work I do to impress him?! After everything I had done, every fetish done and every talent I have is still nothing compared to that fucking clown! I fucking hate clowns, I fucking loathe their ugly make up!"

A hug from Verosika stopped Slaanesh from his tirade, it prompted him to hug back. He wanted ecstasy, he wanted sensation but maybe some affection should be felt too. They stood there for a while, no words exchanged but the cars that passed by could only be heard.

But silence must eventually be offended, "Slani, how about we go to the gym? It should distract you long enough to cool yourself."

"Th-That's a good idea," Slaanesh whispered behind Verosika, "But I want to stay here like this for much longer."

"Alright, just two more minutes then."

"Make it six."

A giggle escaped from the popstar since she knew that number was his favorite number.


"I'll kill you for ruining everything!" Cletus screamed out as he pinned the imp on the ground.

"You fucking dumbass…" Blitzø could only chuckled.

"Huh?"

"Look around, you." The Cherub then raised his head to find he was in a gym full of mish mash characters all looking devious or evil… evil… Oh fuck, monsters of shapes and sizes of differing variations and all look horrific. Demons.

Demons.

Demons.

"Welcome to hell, diapers." Blitzø finally revealed.

"No! No!"

"NOOOOO!"

Cletus cried horror but unbeknownst to anyone, cackles could be heard from the background. A joyful laugh of a plan coming together.