Hell is a very big place. It is a massive realm split into seven different rings harboring a massive amount of demons. The amount is so high, that it's pretty much incalculable. But even with hell being so big, information always found its way around. Anything big that happened was hard to be kept a secret. So it is no surprise that more big news made its way to the king himself. And let's just say that he's been in happier moods.
BANG
The loud noise came from Lucifer as he slammed a fist down on the table in front of him like he was trying to break it, of course, he did not possess the physical strength to do such a thing but he would still try.
"HE'S traversing the FUCKING RINGS NOW?" He exclaimed as the echo from the bang left the room. It also startled his wife a bit. "This just isn't possible, it is just not fucking possible! He's shattering every fucking rule set in FUCKING PLACE AND SOMEHOW HAS THE FUCKING ABILITY TO DO IT," Lucifer exclaimed, never dropping as many fucks as he just had in one sentence before. He began to walk back and forth throughout the room, talking to himself in the process. "This...this...this human! Just keeps on doing this to...spite me! He's just trying to get under my skin. He's TRYING to officially pissed me off."
"Because along with me being angry, I am also upset about all this confusion I am experiencing," He said, once again to himself. He also was rubbing his hand and wrist as it did hurt from slamming a hard wooden surface. "I have beaten this to a dead horse by now, but I'll say it again, this human continues to do things that shouldn't be possible. First, it was coming to Hell, then it was showing off incredible feats of strength and power that no human should ever have, now he continues to break Hell laws and access areas that only hellborn demons can access. HOW in my Father's fucking name did he get through the barrier to the elevator? No sinner has every been able to do that before. Absolutely no one. I don't understand it anymore. I WISH I could understand it but he doesn't say a word. Nothing, nada, absolutely zero." He finished.
He decided to stop his pacing and simply sat down in a chair in the room. He decided to take a deep breath and collect his thoughts before he really decided to get too mad.
"He shouldn't be able to manage this. I mean what's next? Is he going to slaughter every high ranking demon in this realm? Destroy every building he sees? Bring more humans into Hell? Honestly, the possibilities are endless," Lucifer continued again still sounding like a crazy person. "Could he really be some time of a god? I mean, even if he is an apparent god, he shouldn't be able to traverse the rings. That's powerful magic stronger than any demon can conjure. What is he like...like uh...like the God of Rage, God of Silence, God of Rule Breaking. But then I think more about it, why does he not have any different features to that of a human? Even angels archangels and gods that I had ever witnessed had some type of different feature. Like me for example, no human has pure white skin with red dots on their cheeks. But who really knows at this point." He spoke before letting out another large sigh. "A human traveling the rings? Ha! I mean. What are the chances? But what purpose would he have in the other rings? Yes, he doesn't have many purposes here from what I've seen, but what could he gain from anywhere else? "Maybe. Maybe he's fucking trapped," He suggested to himself. "Yeah. Trapped! Trapped here! Here in hell! That could certainly be a possibility If he is a human, god, or what the hell ever, I highly doubt he would want to spend his days here in hell. I mean it seems like he just appeared here randomly. Maybe he needs some help getting back to the world of the living but doesn't have the voice to say it."
He once again got out of his chair and began to walk around the room again devising a new game plan going forward. That plan would really consist of how he was going to find the marine again, what he was going to do or say when he found him.
"I will have to locate him again. I want to have another talk with this so-called human. Maybe he'll open up to me. It's my only hope of getting answers," the king spoke, still in a bad mood. "I will locate this man and put him in his place. Yeah! That's exactly what I'll do. I'll just go down there and once again inform him on how things work around here. My immediate intent upon reaching him will not be to engage in battle. But, we'll see where it goes," he said staring out into the hellish landscape.
Inside of the elevator
Another elevator had come and gone. The Slayer had been overlooking it for a bit now, doing his own kind of observing. He basically was debating with himself if he should go on it for the past twenty minutes before finally coming to a conclusion. And that was yes. So while others were piling into the elevator, he walked over to it too. As it was made obvious to others that he was walking towards the elevator, demons began to share their opinions.
"Is he going on the elevator?"
"Well ain't that the craziest thing I seen today,"
"Is that even allowed?"
"How did he even get into this place?"
"Maybe he is a demon after all?"
It wasn't like those reactions weren't justified. They were all witnessing hell history right now. First off a human being in hell was history of its own, but somehow a human getting through the barrier, getting into elevator 666, and is now going to traverse the rings is basically super history.
The Slayer had officially walked through the giant entrance into the elevator. Now for what ring he was going to, he didn't have much of a clue as he didn't pay much attention to that intercom to hear where it was going, and he didn't really care that much either. As the phrase says, adapt or die.
Once he walked through the entrance of the elevator, he immediately brought in all the attention from the neighboring demons, which he was completely aware of but ignored. He found a spot to stand and wait near a pole away from all the other demons. He had a fair amount of space too as the other demons wouldn't dare go near him, shocking stuff right? He began to look around the inside and this was the strangest elevator he had ever been on. It really did not resemble that of an elevator. Elevators were usually smaller and could fit in a group of people, never of this size. This one looked like a waiting area for a train or airplane as it had a large collection of seating. This realm of hell was nothing but odd to the Slayer, but if the people of this realm came to his, they'd probably have the same thoughts.
The Slayer looked over at an unoccupied bench and had a thought of his own. He wasn't a very patient person at times and always wanted to be doing something, usually that something is slaying the demons of hell. So, If he had to kill some time, he would do something productive. He walked over to the bench and sat down. He rested his left arm on his left leg and stared down at his blade. He extended it outwards and used his thumb and pointer finger to feel the edges. While it was hard to completely judge the sharpness of the blade through his gauntlet, it felt like it could use some sharpening. Even if it didn't, he would still sharpen it to at least look busy. He pulled a grindstone out of one of the holsters in his so-called "utility belt" and began to slowly sharpen his blade. He was too busy looking down to notice but all the demons inside of the elevator were watching him, observing every one of his moments like he was an animal. To the others, this looked like a power move.
At this point, everyone in hell knew who the Slayer was, if you didn't, people would wonder where the hell you've been. He was easily becoming the most feared person in all of hell. He was feared more than most overlords, demon royalty, and the embodiment of sins. There was really only one person who still competed with him for the most feared man in hell, the Radio Demon. There were good reasons for him being so feared. Most of the demons knew that he had developed a kill count in hell. That usually wouldn't scare anyone in hell as most demons have probably killed another demon. It's just the way the Slayer is that makes it worse. No one in hell had ever had a conversation with him, or at least a two-sided conversation with him, so nobody knows anything about him. Such as what he likes, what he dislikes, what sets him off, what makes him happy, if he has any guilty pleasures, dirty secrets, secret hobbies, kinks or literally anything. The only thing people know about him is he's a human, he's jacked, he wears green armor, and he doesn't talk. They don't know anything else and probably will never know anything else. And stuff like that makes him scary. He's not like Alastor who people know as he's been in hell for a long time. People kinda know his flow and that he will probably kill you if you piss him off or annoy him over the edge. While it seems to be this way with the human, he's completely unpredictable. No one knows when he'll strike or why he'll do it. He's the pure definition of a ticking tomb bomb or silent but deadly.
And with all that in mind, the fact that he's slowly sharpening a murder tool in front of all these demons makes them think he may kill everyone in the room. The creaking noise coming from the blade followed by light sparks seems louder than ever before, most conversations stopped as they were all still focused on that. The other demons know he clearly doesn't care about anything in hell, any rules, any backlash, any status.
So with allllllll of this in mind, they'll have to wait and see what happens and it may be a long ride.
The loud ding of the elevator, followed by the voice over the intercom, signaled the elevator had reached its destination. Where that destination was, was still a mystery to the Slayer as he had gotten so focused on his work and his thoughts. He looked up to see the demons getting off, some in a hurry, and realized it was time to move again. He placed his grindstone back in one of the cartridges on his waist and stood up. He then retracted his blade and walked out. The area looked about the same as the station in the pride ring. He assumed he would see a change once he exited this place. This time he got even bigger reactions from the demons around him. This happened because the majority of the demons had never seen him in person before. He decided the best thing to do was follow the demons who were leaving this place as it would help him find the exit easier. It was a good plan because he did find the way out and proceeded over and through the exits. He slowly stepped out to examine the new world around him. It didn't look too different as it still had the city look to it as well as the large number of LEDs. He got further and further from the elevator as he kept looking at everything. As per usual, he heard a bunch of conversations about him from nearby demons.
"Babe that's that human!"
"Fuck that dude is big"
"Never expected to see him down here in Lust"
"Guess he's a horny fuck like everybody else."
The Slayer caught those words. Lust, that's where he got sent to. All the lights and words starting to make sense now as most of them had the words sex and horny in them. A lot of the signs also had some type of sexual body part in them as well. Oh goodie. The Slayer decided to push all of those thoughts out and proceeded onwards.
Sex, sex and more sex was all that seemed to shoot out at you in this ring. It seemed like every sign, every store had something to do with that topic. The Slayer also became a type of attraction for the demons in Lust. Every demon that saw him began to stare at him with rather dirty thoughts in mind. All of them being seemingly attracted to his size and features and not afraid to share their sexual thoughts to him. But he did his best to ignore them all. But it wasn't just on the sidewalk where demons stopped to look at him, but also in the streets as well. Some vehicles seemed to slow down so the demons inside could make sure they were seeing what they think they were seeing. This kept on occurring for minutes on end. So much so, that it started to seem like he was seeing some of the same vehicles pass him by. In this case, a certain limo in question.
He started to notice that this limo in question that had passed him before, passed him again. It was like the limo was making rounds to pass him by. Clearly, he sparked someone's interest, whether that be to attack him or to admire him. In what he had seen so far, he definitely assumed it was to admire him. He kept on walking but would still wait to see if the limo came around again. After around a minute it did, in fact, come by him again, this time it pulled over to the curb and started to come to a halt right in front of him. It pulled up far enough to where the back window was directly in front of the Slayer. He had no idea who this was and couldn't see anyone through the glass. All he saw was his own reflection. At that moment the window started to roll down and here he became face to face with the most famous man in Lust, Asmodeus.
"My oh my oh my! Do my devilish eyes deceive me? No, they absolutely do not! It's the human, the destroyer, and now I see barrier crosser!" Asmodeus spoke in a proud tone towards the Slayer. The Slayer looked to the top of the limo where the sunroof opened up to see another person make themselves known and it was the one, the only, Fizzarolli. At least that's how he liked to introduce himself.
"Human aye?" He said as he popped out of the roof. He then used his robotic parts to extend himself right towards the Slayer to where his upper torso was only a few feet from him. He looked him up and down while placing a hand on his chin. "Well shit, looks like he fucking is isn't he." Fizz said with a grin on his face.
"Like I mentioned I never expected to ever see you around in Lust. Figured you would stay in the pride ring," Asmodeus said.
"Pretty fucking impressive that he is even able to go to the rings. Care to share yer secret?" Fizz said. Not like he needed it for himself as he could traverse them if he wanted to.
"This is so unexpected, feels like we have a celebrity in our midst. If you want, you can join our little party in here. It could be a way for us to get more acquainted," Asmodeus offered.
The Slayer simply glared at Asmodeus while he was speaking to him and that offer did not sound good. So he basically tried to turn him down by turning and just walking down the street.
"Wow, ain't you got fucking manners," Fizz said in the direction of the Slayer, but the Slayer ignored it.
"Fizzy, no need to shout at him," Asmodeus said. He clearly did not seem offended or mad that he was rudely ignored.
"Why? We don't got to focus on that pile of shit," Fizz responded as he was wondering why he was so calm.
"Now Fizzie, someone like that is someone you wanna be acquainted with. Driver, pull up next to him again, but this time far enough in front of him for me to get out," Asmodeus ordered.
"Yes sir," the driver said. He then did as he was instructed and drove forward to where he was in front of the Slayer.
"Okay, I guess we are fucking trying this again," Fizz said. Not really knowing what the plan was.
They saw the Slayer stop in his tracks at the limo pulling up again, what they didn't see him clench his fists extremely tight. But that did not matter to the literal embodiment of a sin as he opened his door and stepped out in front of the Slayer.
"Many apologies, I probably came on too strong, I have a knack for those things, and coming on too strong? That's the best way to do it," he said to the Slayer. The Slayer did not expect him to be as big as he was. Another demon in this realm that beat him in height, but no one was going to beat him in physical strength, didn't even look like the majority of the demons here had much physical strength.
"Hello? Anyone in that head of yours?" Fizzarolli said as he extended himself to match the Slayer's height. The Slayer was unaware that he had exited the vehicle and was present right next to him.
"Now Fizzy, remember those rumors," Asmodeus said, which the Slayer found as a good thing cause this...robot would get a clue that he wasn't a talker.
"Oh that's right," Fizzarolli said as he practically bounced in front of the Slayer and crossed his arms. "He doesn't talk. I had heard that you're a real crazy human, not like all the others. A fucking diamond in the rough."
"Yes," Asmodeus said with a short laugh. "Look you may be really confused about what's going on as people like you are not suppose to be here. But we cannot change what has already occurred. But, I am Asmodeus, and this wonderful bundle of joy is Fizz."
"Short for Fizzarolli, don't get it twisted," he responded and furthered his point by twisting up his robotic limbs together.
"This fabulous place is Lust, the greatest, sexiest place you will ever find in hell. I should know as Lust is my thing baby and I know all it has to offer. I'd be happy to give you a tour," Asmodeus said as he gestured to the limo, clearly offering the Slayer a ride. The Slayer slowly looked over to the limo as he wasn't really interested in something like that. After not getting any real reaction from the Slayer, Fizz came in for backup.
"Aw come on, the big man has been more than generous, are you really prepared to turn that down?" He said as he once again extended himself to where this time he had an arm extending around the Slayer's neck. The Slayer turned his head to look this demon robot in his eyes. He had a typical grin on his face even though he could partially see the Slayer's angry stare. From there, the Slayer turned back towards the limo where this time, the door was opened for him to enter if he chose yes. The Slayer wanted to say no, but then again, he didn't have anything better to do, and seeing as this person knew all about this ring, it could be of use to him should he ever have to come back. The Slayer shrugged Fizzarolli off of him and walked slowly walked towards the open door. He stared at the inside and then slowly looked to his right to see Asmodeus smiling at him. The Slayer really didn't have much to lose and if this was somehow a trap, it's not like they could kill him anyways. He didn't know this for sure, but no one in this realm could. So with all of that in mind, he did enter the limo.
"Fabulous," Asmodeus said from the outside before closing the door and proceeding towards the back.
The limo was very expensive and very nice and fancy. Clearly, a party limo as it had drinks, lights, expensive seats, a stereo, and the whole shabang. It had been a very long time since the Slayer was in a vehicle, was also the first time in his long life he had ever been in a limo, he was never that rich growing up. He watched as that Fizzarolli came in through the sunroof and proceeded to take his seat. He seemed to be someone who liked to always be moving around. He felt the limo begin to move and away they went.
"So. You really don't talk hm?" Fizz asked as he truly didn't believe someone stayed completely silent all the time. His question did get answered as the Slayer stared at him, although, from that far away, you couldn't see through the Slayer's helmet so it was hard to tell what expression was being given. "Guess that is a fucking yes."
"I also have to admit I didn't expect you to actually not speak. We've never encountered someone like that before. A bit difficult to find somewhere to go off of it," Asmodeus said.
"Can you even hear what we're saying?" Fizzarolli said as he slid closer to the Slayer. The Slayer was still staring ahead at Asmodeus that he wasn't paying attention to Fizz. "Has nobody's dumbass ever assumed he was deaf? Maybe he doesn't even know any type of language." He said with a grin and his head propped up on his fist. After he said those words, the Slayer slowly turned his head and looked him dead in the eyes after the remarks he just said clearly telling Fizzarolli he could hear him. "Heh-heh. Uh never mind then." He said with a nervous chuckle. The Slayer always had a way of making people nervous when he death stared at them.
"Ha ha...ahhhh. So, as I mentioned before, this great place is Lust. You'll find just about anything you could ever need to fulfill your sexual fantasies. And I mean that literally. Now I am not too sure what you are into as you seem to be a complicated, quiet, and mysterious man. But you seem very tense and quite agitated right now so perhaps you need someone to take the edge off. You are an incredibly strong man by the looks of it, I'd assume you'd like to dominate whatever partner or partners that you bed with. And you'll easily find sex workers down here that can take the edge off. You don't even have to be a social butterfly to do so. And well, someone like you doesn't need to flirt as you possess extremely attractive qualities. Don't think you don't know what I mean," Asmodeus said to the Slayer.
The Slayer wasn't naive. He was clearly aware of the way he looked and how attractive he would look towards others. Especially a realm full of people wanting to bang one another. An extremely big, strong, hot, and powerful man would make the Slayer target numero uno. That was not good news for the Slayer as he would most likely get pissed off and annoyed and consistent seduction attempts. He wasn't sure how to handle them when they come as it never happened to him in his world. To be fair, every human fears him and wouldn't dare try something like that. These demons don't know the true origins or power of the Slayer, if they did, they would be very, very, afraid.
"Oh yeah, someone like you is going to be rolling in all the pussy or ass that you fucking want," Fizzarolli said making sexual hand motions.
All of this was just useless information to the Slayer and frankly, he just started to ignore most of it. He mainly stared out the window at the buildings and landmarks that the limo passed. He noticed that this Asmodeus and Fizzarolli began to talk with one another, which was just fine with the Slayer as he didn't have to listen to what sexual remarks they had to say. But the Slayer really started to think about his entire time in this realm. Everything that had happened was an entirely new experience for him. An entirely new change of pace. He had gotten so used to fighting every day, moving so fast in his life from battle to battle, from scar to scar, wound to wound, and home to home. He had never experienced anything that all of these demons had experienced. Never lived a life even remotely close. He would never understand them, and they would never understand him.
"Hmm. I have an idea. Why don't we take our guest to Ozzie's with us," Asmodeus suggested.
"Ya sure? I feel like that place ain't really his cup of tea," Fizzarolli responded.
"Since we are taking him on a tour, it would be silly not to show him one of the biggest places in all of Lust," Asmodeus said back.
"Eh, fuck it," Fizzarolli said as he backed down.
"Alright, I hope you heard that driver. If so, you know where to go," Asmodeus said in a louder tone so the driver could hear him.
"Understood," the driver responded.
The Slayer of course had no idea what Ozzie's was, but he would soon find out. It took them around five minutes to arrive at Ozzie's. The Slayer didn't get much conversation directed his way during the course of the ride. Everything to him in this realm felt the exact same. It was a pretty common theme and that theme wouldn't leave this place for a second.
The limo came to a halt in front of Ozzie's. The Slayer peered out through the window to see a giant, bright establishment that looked to be a hot spot in Lust as there was a massive line. He noticed that Asmodeus and Fizzarolli were exiting the vehicle so he did as well. If he felt up to it, this could be his moment to bail on this. After a few seconds of maneuvering his large and wide body, he made it out of the vehicle and slowly walked around to stare at Ozzie's.
"You're not just going to stand there and stare at the place, are you? I promise it's way better inside," Asmodeus said to him.
For an odd reason, the Slayer found himself getting pretty agitated at that moment. He didn't feel like he was getting pissed off at Asmodeus, but more himself than anything. He basically couldn't believe he was doing this right now. This was not his style nor his interest. It almost felt like a massive and degrading step down from fighting powerful beings and the literal creator of the multiverse to going to some club. He knew wasn't going to enjoy this and wanted to just say fuck them and walk away. But then again, what the fuck else did he have to do? He was still holding on to the possibility that one of these demons tell him something useful. So with those in mind, he decided to follow along but still wasn't happy doing it. He slowly walked and looked at the long line going into this place, he wondered what was so special in this place that made all these demons want to enter. He was prepared for the worst. He stopped in his tracks as Asmodeus and Fizzarolli cut the line and approached the imp bouncer in the front of the establishment.
"O-OH, welcome Asmodeus sir," the bouncer said as he unhooked the cloth in the makeshift fence to let them past. Although Fizzarolli just hopped right over it.
"Such a gentleman," Fizzarolli said sarcastically and with a laugh of his own.
The bouncer was about to rehook the cloth until he bumped into what he thought was a wall. He slowly looked at the rock-hard armor that was in front of his face and slowly looked up to meet eyes with the Slayer.
"Oh yes. How forgetful of me. He is our plus one today," Asmodeus said to the bouncer.
He lost his words for a moment as he got distracted by the angry stare he was given. "Oh Right. Come on in," The bouncer said in a nervous tone as he moved out of the Slayer's way as you moved for the Slayer, he didn't move for you.
The Slayer slowly walked behind the two demons as they turned a corner and walked through a set of large blue drapes. The Slayer proceeded to push the drapes out of his way to find out that this place was...a restaurant of some kind. Not at all what he was expecting, but in a way it was better than what he expected from Lust.
"Well big man, this is fucking Ozzie's," Fizzarolli said to him as he extended his legs to match the Slayer's height yet again. He also placed his mechanical arm on the Slayer's shoulder like he was leaning on him and used his other arm to obviously show off Ozzie's.
"Yes, it is. Now you are getting the special treatment today." Asmodeus spoke. He then turned around to face the Slayer for this next part, "Now here at Ozzie's there are a few rules and guidelines. Now typically we require guests to make a reservation before they arrive, but of course, there are a few special instances. Like this one. Along with that, we usually require dates as well."
"Yeah, we don't go for no sad, lonely, and pathetic fucking losers," Fizzarolli chimed in as well.
"And as I mentioned before, a guy like you, I don't think you'll have a hard time finding a date. And the final rule, which is more of a me thing, is no lovey, dovey, or sentimental bullshit. This is fucking hell for Lucifer's sake, hatch outta your shell and demand what you want. If you wish to be strapped down to a bed while someone pulverizes your insides then that's something we wanna hear, if you wanna have someone sit on your face while another rides what I can assume is a large cock, then let the world know. This is Lust baby, no one will judge you for that. But if you bring love into the equation, heh, I can't exactly promise the same results," Asmodeus explained.
That was still more and more useless shit that the Slayer tuned out of his ears. All of these demons down here are absolutely obsessed with a lot of weird kinks and sexual fantasies. Doesn't appear like they ever think of anything else and frankly, the Slayer started to become annoyed. He noticed that Asmodeus had gotten "distracted" by someone he saw and went over to their table. The Slayer, however, did not follow them. He didn't care much about a conversation he was not involved in and basically spent this time to observe the inside.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the most famous succubus in hell," Asmodeus said as he approached the ever hot and famous, Verosika Mayday. She was currently sitting with a few of her friends at one of the tables. Those friends were ALSO fellow succubus demons.
"Was wondering when you were gonna show up Ozzie," Verosika said as she adjusted her hair. Verosika and Asmodeus were well acquainted as being a succubus was basically what lust had to offer. It is also where she began her rise to fame.
"We would have arrived earlier, but we got a bit sidetracked. Met a new face. A face I'm sure you're going to want to meet," Asmodeus said.
"Really. And who may that be?" She asked as he leaned an elbow on the table. Her question immediately got answered as a large crowd of gasps and woahs filled the room as the Slayer slowly marched inwards. He wasn't really looking at anyone. He was still eyeing the inside. But as I said, he got a lot of reactions. Some girls couldn't help but drool over his extremely attractive physique, to the expense of their dates. But to be fair, some guys had that reaction as well, it was fucking lust after all. "Oh my." She said as she lifted up her purple sunglasses to see clearer. She chose them because they matched her purple top and purple and black mini skirt.
"Oh my is right. It is that human in the flesh. Somehow he found his way down here, but I don't think anyone is against it," Asmodeus said, clearly stating the fact that the demons are attracted to the Slayer.
"I had a feeling you wouldn't be able to stop that waterfall down south of the border," Fizzarolli said to torment Verosika.
"Oh fuck off tin can," Verosika responded.
"He can traverse the rings?" Kiki, one of the other Succubus demons asked.
"It would appear that way," Asmodeus said.
"Lucky for us," said by Verosika's other friend, Apple. She currently had her head resting on her fist as she was clearly very attracted to the Slayer.
"I figured you would say that. Well, Fizz and I have to overlook the show, I'll leave you three to it," Asmodeus said before walking away to his private seating. After they had left, there was a lot of silence at the table of the Succubus. None of the girls really knew what to say next as they, as well as most of the other demons in Ozzie's were focused on the Slayer. The Slayer was currently not doing much right now. His feet seem planted in the ground as the only thing moving was his head and neck to look around at the inside. But silence never does last forever now, does it?
"God I don't know how much longer I can just stare at him," Kiki said to the group of Succbuses.
"My exact thoughts. He's probably taken. Right? You'd think a guy like that is taken? Right?" Apple asked.
"Bitch, please. He came in here without a date into Ozzie's. I don't think he is. Plus he's a human, I don't think I've ever seen a human/demon couple before. Only in those weird fucking stories people write," Kiki responded.
"Maybe that's why he came to Lust. Maybe no one on the pride ring was meeting his taste," Verosika chimed in.
"I like that one," Apple said. They all found themselves looking right back at the Slayer.
"Shit, why does this feel so odd to approach him," Kiki said, seeing if the other girls felt the same.
"This is like the most popular human hell has ever seen. He broke history for fucks sake. He's practically a celebrity and not some dumbass shitbag we find on spring break," Apple said giving her opinion.
"I've never been one to back down from any type of challenge," Verosika said feeling confident as ever.
"You are going to go over to him?" Kiki asked.
"I can at least get a closer look that way," Verosika responded, which was pretty much a yes.
"How would you even approach him? He doesn't seem all that friendly," Kiki said to the group.
"Might be worth it to try to see what's under that armor. I've never seen anyone with arms as big as his," Apple mentioned.
"Remember girls, strong or not, he is still human. Humans end up eating out of our hands," Verosika said as she got up from her seat and made her way over to the Slayer. She did it under the radar as she wanted to catch him by surprise. "Well, hey their hot stuff," Verosika Mayday said towards the Slayer.
The Slayer slowly turned his body around to see her sitting on one of the vacant tables. He recognized her from the table Asmodeus and Fizzarolli were at. He had a feeling already of what was going on.
"You obviously are that new guy everybody in hell has been talking about. You definitely are human and look just as good as people say you are." She then hopped herself off the table and eyed the Slayer from top to bottom. "I've also never seen a suit quite like that one before. It's hot I will say that much." She noticed she still had not gotten the Slayer to say anything back to her or really give in to what she was giving him, so she had a feeling she had to step it up. She began to circle the Slayer, slowly, "I heard you don't like to talk much. There is nothing wrong with being shy, I won't bite your hand off." She then ran her hand on his exposed skin and onto his shoulder before removing it.
The Slayer didn't do much at that moment besides eyeing her down to see what she would attempt to do. While the Slayer was becoming mildly annoyed with this seduction attempt. It wasn't like this girl deserved to die for this. The Slayer wasn't somebody that goes around killing everyone he sees when they get on his nerves. They have to really deserve it, and so far, only the people trying to kill him deserve it.
So what was going through Verosika's mind during all of this? Well, after all the obvious hints and words she threw at him, Verosika started to become pretty confused at this point. She has the ability to enhance a human's sex drive and push them to mate just by her presence alone. She can make it even higher if she physically touches a human and of course if she sings to them. She has done two out of the three to the Slayer and she got nothing from him. It wasn't like the Slayer was repulsed by her. His mind was a stone-cold place that could not be penetrated by anyone. He was no longer interested in love, sex, or anything of that nature. He was a broken man who had lost all types of emotions except his rage and anger.
It didn't take long for a collection of two people to notice Verosika was making moves on the Slayer. I think you can figure out who those two people are.
"As I said, I knew that dam between her legs would break eventually," Fizzarolli said to Asmodeus as he noticed Verosika near the Slayer. He could easily figure out what she was trying to do.
"I am quite interested to see if it works out. Those two would make a power couple that's for sure. Two stunning creatures. Imagine if they somehow had a child, that would be a child with great genes," Asmodeus said. But he honestly was trying to push Verosika towards his direction. It's the main reason why he ditched the Slayer.
"Woah big guy, you are taking that a bit too far," Fizzarolli said as nobody in Lust thought about having children.
"Ha, I know that. I don't expect some of the things I say to become a reality," Asmodeus answered as he looked back from Verosika and then towards the stage.
As the Slayer stared at this attempt of a show, he started to feel something. Something strange filling his whole body, and no, it's not love. It was the feeling that hit him moments after he defeated the Dark Lord. His body started to grow weaker and the room became dizzy. He held a hand to his head and clenched his face before collapsing onto a knee. He used his left arm and made a fist to keep himself from completely falling. Everyone around noticed the unusual actions of the human they had heard so much about. After a few seconds, the Slayer started to regain some of his strength where he could begin to stand back up on two feet. Verosika took a few steps back and looked over her hands and arms. She was very confused about what just happened to this man. A part of her believed her succubus powers had some kind of wack effect that made him collapse.
"Well then, that was strange. Everything alright?" Asmodeus asked.
The Slayer simply looked over his shoulder when he spoke to him. He didn't know what to think about it. This was now the third time something like this happened. It was like he kept having power withdrawals every so often, where his body felt drained. He decided to move his feet and began to walk out towards the exit. He was once again confused on what was happening and didn't want to show any type of weakness or vulnerability either. He just needed to find somewhere else to think, somewhere quiet and away from anyone else.
Hazbin Hotel
"Look, do we even gotta do this? I think we all fuckin know how this conversation is going to end," Angel said as he was trying to get this conversation over with faster. He had pretty much gotten the same talk as he had gotten several times before. He shouldn't be going off to have sex with strangers, dance on poles, and all that jazz. It seemed like Charlie and Vaggie had a feeling that THIS time it would stop Angel from committing sins.
"It would be nice if you stopped sneaking off all the damn time," Vaggie responded.
"Geez sorry MOM. Saved me more of a fuckin headache to just sneak off than tell you both the shit I had to do. By this point, I don't know how you haven't figured it out," Angel responded.
"We know where you go when you do it," Charlie answered.
"I figured. All right family meeting over, same time next week?" Angel said as he got out of his seat as he wanted to leave.
"Do you even bother trying to stop your usual actions? Or just keep doing the same things expecting shit to change? You'll never get rehabilitated that way," Vaggie said.
"Aw shucks. Guess I'm shit outta luck ain't I?" Angel responded. He had heard that line too many times before.
"We just want you to STOP doing it," Vaggie said.
"Sure, just simply make an exact clone of me and send that to Valentino and I'll be on my merry way. Oh wait, ya can't do that," Angel said as he now physically removed himself from the conversation.
"My, my, he is an interesting fellow isn't he?" Alastor said, starting a path to a new conversation.
"This really has to stop eventually. It's just been a consistent shit storm at this point," Vaggie said.
Charlie let out a sigh before speaking, "Yes. I know. I just don't know of a good way to make him stop going. But, it is hard when he is literally a contracted soul. Believe me, I know too well how those work."
"Yeah I know. But he doesn't absolutely have to go. He can take shelter here. I doubt Valentino would be bat shit crazy enough to trespass into Alastor's so-called territory. I don't know why he doesn't think about that," Vaggie said.
"There has to be some way to show him that," Charlie spoke.
"There may be only one way to DO that," Alastor said, clearly having an idea of his own.
"Which is?" Vaggie asked.
"Manually keep him here," Alastor said.
"Ye-Yes, I have had that thought before, but that sounds easier said than done. He's not like our kid who we can just ground. And I don't think we'll be able to keep him locked up in his room," Charlie responded.
"I mean we could. Just have Alastor keep watch over him," Vaggie suggested.
"Sorry dear Vagatha, but I am not qualified as a babysitter. Second, I would dare to spend long periods of time with just Angel. Knowing his motives, he would try many things," Alastor said, practically having an asexual panic attack.
"Unfortunately, I wouldn't put it past Angel," Charlie said with a nervous chuckle as that wasn't exactly a good thing.
"There is the process of sedating him. If you do not wish to do the other options, there could be the option of him being completely unharmed," Alastor recommended.
"Right, cause If I woke up one morning and found out I was drugged to not leave the hotel, I'd be fucking pissed," Husk said bringing his own thoughts in.
"Yes. But it would be funnier from the other point of view," Alastor said.
"You are something else," Husk responded.
"The overall big problem with doing something like that is the demon in question, which is Angel, is not willingly removing all sin from their life. I highly doubt any soul can be rehabilitated that way," Charlie mentioned.
"If it even is fucking possible," Husk added in.
"Not the point," Vaggie responded to Husk's remark.
"Should fucking be," Husk said back.
"I'll think on it for a little bit. I'll give Angel his space for now and think of a good strategy or a compromise that we can work out to find some kind of middle ground," Charlie said.
"I'll help you with that. I don't have anything better to do right now," Vaggie said.
Across the hotel, Angel had finally made his way back to his room. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it. He then began to slowly slouch down the door until he was sitting on the floor. He let out a big sigh as he closed his eyes. He felt a tear run down his cheek and hit the floor. Angel opened his eyes as he heard Fat Nuggets approaching him. That was able to bring a grin to his face as he rubbed his head.
"Oh Nuggs, I fucking wished they could see this shit from my point of view. Everybody is a fucking critic I swear. Hiding won't ever do me any good. He'll find me, or he'll draw me out by hurting others to get to me." Angel spoke to Nuggs and himself as he knew a pig couldn't understand him. "I know you're not a critic." He said with a short laugh. He decided to pull out his phone from his coat pocket and browse the web. He hadn't checked it in a while and wondered if there was anything notable this time.
During his scrolling, he looked at his phone to see a notification from Cherri. She sent him multiple texts, basically wanting to know if he wanted to hang out. That did bring a smile to Angel's face as that was exactly what he needed right now. Hanging out with his bestie and getting away from the hotel. Saved himself from any more chats. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and got to his feet. He looked in the mirror really fast to see if he looked bad, which he didn't, so he ventured towards the door. He opened it about halfway until he heard a oink from Nuggets. He looked back down at him and he felt a little guilt tripped. He hadn't given Nuggets much outside time lately so he decided to bring him along with him. He grabbed a leash in case he would need it and put that in his other pocket. He opened the door and kept it open for Nuggets to walk out himself. Fat Nuggets got the idea and did. He wasn't one of those pets that would immediately run away once they were given a second of freedom. Nope, he would always stay by Angel and proved that by following him all the way out into the lobby, where only Niffty was present.
"Hey Angel, are you going somewhere?" Niffty asked.
"Yea, going to meet up with my girl Cherri. Need to get outta this damn place for a while," Angel answered.
"I see you are bringing your pig with you. Do you like having a pet?" Niffty asked.
"Niffty are you planning to kill Nuggs or sumthing? Yer concerning me by the way you asked that question," Angel said as he picked up Fat Nuggets and held him close in case she did try to butcher him or something along that line.
"Oh no absolutely not! I mainly just wanted your opinion on how it is to have a pet of your own!" Niffty clarified.
"Oh. Well, I love Nuggs here, more than my fucking family at times. A pet is something that will always be there for ya." Angel paused before speaking again, "Someone who will love ya the way you deserve." He said that last line in a lower tone.
"That does sound nice," Niffty said.
"Yes. But I gotta go shorty, are there any more questions you have to ask me?" Angel asked.
"Nope, that was it," Niffty responded.
"Alright then, I'm outta here," Angel said.
Niffty gave him a slight wave goodbye as she watched him leave. She was still focused on the pet question she asked Angel. She had never owned a pet in her entire existence and always wanted one. To get one, she was going to need some help and she knew just who to ask.
"Hey Al, can I ask you something?" Niffty said as she approached Alastor.
"Of course Niffty, ask away," Alastor said as he turned his full attention on Niffty.
"When you were alive, did you even have some type of pet?" Niffty asked.
"Ha ha. Ah no. I cannot say I ever did," Alastor responded.
"Did you ever want one?" Niffty asked it again but more personally.
"It wasn't much of a thought that crossed my mind when I was alive. And growing up in the bayou of the great New Orleans, pets were not a common choice," Alastor answered.
"Oh," Niffty responded.
"May I ask what brought on this type of question?" Alastor asked.
"Well It mainly was a thought that came to my mind. I had never had any type of pet either when I was alive and seeing how much fun Angel has with his pig, I thought it would be neat to have one," Niffty explained.
"You wish to own a pig just like Angel does?" Alastor asked.
"No, no. It doesn't have to be a pig. I know typically pet choices are dogs or cats," Niffty spoke.
"Eh. If I could recommend, I would say no to dogs. For reasons I will not go further into," Alastor said.
"Oh. Well there are still cats. They are pretty harmless. But I suppose there are also a lot of other types of pets out there like birds, hamsters, pigs, of course, guinea pigs.." Niffty said but was cut off by Alastor.
"Alright Niffty I have heard you loud and clear. I'll leave you with this, I'll see what I can do," Alastor responded so she didn't name every single pet known to man.
"YES, thanks Al, your the best," Niffty said to him.
"Well thank you Niffty, I know I could never get that kind of compliment from Husker," Alastor responded. He then began to venture of by himself to try and attempt to grant Niffty's request. But he found himself hitting some mental roadblocks.
"I haven't had the slightest idea where to acquire any of those creatures. I didn't even think hell sold pets. Perhaps I don't need some worthless proprietor to acquire a companion for Niffty," He said to himself. This gave him the idea to use his power for a new purpose. He would attempt to craft one. But that would be easier said than done. He knew that many things around hell had some type of demonic soul in them which would make them easier to start off of. But there was so much to go off of, he didn't know where to begin. So he spent some time searching around for some inspiration. He looked at all the furniture, paintings, bottles, and just about anything he could find. He started to go through certain drawers as well. But then, he found it. Alastor did a double take as he saw the large black key to the hotel. He looked at Niffty and then back down to the key. He then grabbed it and held it up to get a closer look. It appeared to have a singular eye just like Niffty did and it gave him an idea. He slipped the key into his coat pocket and started to venture off to his room. He believed he hatched the perfect plan but didn't want any distractions as he would be playing with magic now and magic gone wrong was no fun for anyone. He opened the door to his room and closed it behind him.
"I haven't done something like this before, I hope I haven't lost my touch," He thought to himself as he placed the key down on the large table in his room. He then concentrated his powers and his mind and started to force it towards the key. The key rose in mid-air as streams of magic filled every portion of the key. The process that Alastor went through did not take very long. After thirty seconds of performing the process, the key fell back on the table. Alastor looked over it to see if anything happened. He then picked it up to examine it closely to see that nothing happened.
"Hmph. Perhaps I have lost my touch." He thought to himself as he put the key back on the table. He placed a hand on his chin to think about what he did wrong but his thinking process was interrupted as he spotted something happening with the key in that very moment. He slowly walked over to it to watch it change, to watch it transform. He had a large grin on his face as he hadn't lost his touch after all. He still had it.
(An Hour Later)
Husk was cleaning a few glasses by himself. He did not mind the peace and quiet as he didn't have to hear anyone blabbering in his ear. He was pretty bored and didn't really have much to do other than drink. He wasn't a huge fan of music so it really was just quiet in the hotel. Charlie and Vaggie were off in another part of the hotel, most likely their room, Angel, Alastor, and Niffty were off doing whatever the hell they were doing. He assumed Niffty was cleaning something, Angel was still out with Cherri and Alastor was probably out murdering some poor soul. But they were only guesses, he has been wrong before. But the quiet was interrupted as his ear twitched at a sudden noise. He placed the glasses behind the bar and looked around but saw no one. He then walked around the bar to see if someone was playing some kind of trick on him but still didn't see anyone. He then heard the faint sounds of...purring. He quickly shot a hand over his mouth as he thought it was him. He, unfortunately, adapted some cat-like mannerisms and hoped no one ever heard it. He would never hear the end of it. But he realized it wasn't coming from him. He then heard a faint 'meow' from behind him and whipped around to see a small black and white one-eyed cat staring right at him on the bar table.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Husk exclaimed as the last thing he ever expected to see was a cat. This was an actual cat compared to him. Even though Husk yelled, the cat was not startled. "What in the ever loving SHIT? Where in the mother fuck did that come from?" He then heard the sounds of quick footsteps and saw Niffty enter the lobby.
"What's wrong? Is there a huge mess? Somebody die? Are you hurt?" She asked quickly.
"No, no, no and NO again. Look at that shit!" Husk said as he pointed his arm at the cat, who was now sitting on the table.
"Oh. There you are! I was wondering where you went," Niffty said as she propped herself on the bar counter to be on the same level as the cat.
"I'm sorry, what the fuck is going on right now?" Husk asked.
"No need to worry Husk, this is Keekee!" Niffty said introducing the cat's name.
"Fucking Keekee?" Husk said.
"Yessiree. The newest member of the hotel," Niffty said petting Keekee.
"Where in the mother fuck did you get Keekee over here? And why did you want Keekee over here?" Husk asked as he didn't know how to feel being a cat as well.
"I believe I can answer that question," Alastor said as he appeared in the lobby.
"Of fucking course you can. I should have known you had something to do with this," Husk said.
"Husker, Husker, don't be so offended. I was only granting a request for Niffty over here," Alastor said as he observed his work.
"What request was that?" Husk asked as he looked back over to Keekee.
"Well I would always see how much fun Angel was having with his pet Fat Nuggets, and I've always wanted a pet and I asked Al and he brought me Keekee," Niffty answered seeming happy as ever to have a pet.
"Precisely," Alastor said backing up Niffty's claim.
"Where the fuck did you even find a cat in hell that wasn't a demon like me?" Husk asked he got closer to Keekee.
"I simply used what we had here!" Alastor responded. He saw that Husk was still confused so he demonstrated his point. With a flick of the wrist, Keekee transformed into a large black key, the key to the hotel. He then walked over to the key and picked it up. "As I said, I simply used what we had here."
"You put voodoo magic on a key and made it a cat?" Husk asked.
"It isn't just any key, it's the key to the hotel," Alastor responded.
"Why the fuck did you use an inanimate object and make it alive?" Husk asked again.
"You could make the case it was already alive," Niffty said.
"Precisely again Niffty. Take a gander Husker! You can clearly see the presence of a solo eye on this key. That immediately gave me the foundation to go off of. In a way, it had the foundation of a cat and we now have a second one-eyed being in this hotel besides Niffty. A match made in hell," Alastor said.
"Why the fuck did you have to use me as a guide?" Husk asked.
"I do not know what you are talking about," Alastor responded. But he clearly did.
"Don't give me that crap. You practically gave it the same color scheme as me using white and black fur," Husk said as he wasn't fooled.
"You should feel flattered! I only know ONE cat in particular so you were the perfect guide as well!" Alastor said. He placed the key back on the table and they all saw Keekee transform from a key to a living animal.
"Uh-huh. You don't think Charlie may be weirded out by the fact you turned the literal key to this place into a living animal?" Husk asked.
"Absolutely not. You know as well as I do that Charlie is a kind spirit. She'll probably fall for it like everyone else. You should be happy as well. As I mentioned, Niffty is no longer the only one-eyed being here and you are no longer the only cat," Alastor said.
"Cause I love being a cat alright," Husk answered. He was starting to no longer give a shit about this conversation as he had dialed himself down.
"Nothing to fret about Husk, Keekee clearly has an eye for you," Niffty said. Husk saw her looking downwards and he saw Keekee sitting on the floor in front of him.
"Probably cause I'm a fucking cat," Husk said with an unenthusiastic tone.
"You should bond with her, I'm sure you'll come around on her as well," Niffty said. "Like Al said, she is the key after all."