It was the weekend before Extermination Day, and Husker finally felt comfortable leaving Angel on his own for a while. The early morning sun cast long shadows as he woke up, stretched, and got ready for the day. Husker had a crucial meeting with Vox and Velvette in Cannibal Town. He kissed Angel's forehead softly, whispering that he would be back soon. Angel mumbled sleepily and snuggled deeper into the blankets, Fat Nuggets nestled beside him.

Husker's limousine purred smoothly as it drove past the mini golf course and his newest club, still under construction. Angel had chosen the name "Ace of Clubs" for it, and Husker couldn't help but chuckle at the pun every time he thought about it. The renovation was coming along nicely, and new apartment buildings were being constructed nearby for the 333 souls Husker had acquired after killing Valentino. His territory was expanding, and things were falling into place.

The drive to Cannibal Town was faster than expected. Husker had chosen this location for the meeting as a neutral ground, ensuring that no V overlord could claim an advantage. He would never set foot in V Tower, and he didn't trust another V on his turf. As the limousine pulled up to Rosie's, Husker felt a familiar blend of anticipation and determination.

Inside Rosie's, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Velvette sat at a table, looking disinterested as she swiped through her phone, but Husker could sense she was more relaxed than usual. It seemed Valentino's death had lifted a weight off her shoulders. Husker's gaze shifted to Vox, and his smirk widened. Vox's TV screen was glitching, his knuckles were white, and he looked stressed to the point of breaking. It was clear that Valentino's death had not been as favorable for him.

Husker strutted confidently toward the table and took a seat. Without wasting time, he informed them of his intentions. "I'm giving all the shares of VoxCorp and all but one of the properties I gained from killing Valentino to be divided equally between you two," he announced.

Velvette's phone dropped to the table with a thud, and she raised an eyebrow at Husker, her interest piqued. Vox, however, eyed Husker suspiciously, his voice dripping with distrust. "What's your angle, Husker?"

Husker leaned back, his smirk never faltering. "No angle. I have no desire to go to war with the Vees. I believe you when you say you didn't know what Valentino was planning, Vox. You're smarter than that, especially since his plan lost you so much political power." Husker's smirk deepened as Vox glitched, clearly uncomfortable. It was common knowledge that Vox had tried, unsuccessfully, to persuade Carmilla Carmine to allow the Vees back into her overlord meetings.

Husker continued, "I've got more than enough on my plate. Shares and extra territory don't interest me. I'm not looking to expand into your areas. I have what I need."

Velvette, intrigued, leaned forward and asked, "What about the souls you earned from Valentino's death?"

Husker's eyes hardened as he turned to her. "Don't get greedy, Velvette. You saw what happened to Valentino. I'm keeping the souls."

Velvette and Vox exchanged glances before nodding. They both rose from the table, frustration evident in their movements. Vox glitched more violently, and Velvette huffed in annoyance. They stormed out of Rosie's, leaving Husker alone at the table, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

The drive back to his territory was uneventful, but Husker felt a sense of accomplishment. He had handled the Vees without bloodshed, and his position was more secure than ever. Back at the penthouse, Angel was awake, lounging on the couch with Fat Nuggets on his lap. The hellhog squeaked happily as Husker walked in, and Angel's face lit up.

"How did it go?" Angel asked, his eyes bright with curiosity.

"Smoothly," Husker replied, leaning down to kiss Angel. "The Vees know their place now."

Angel smiled, relieved. "Good. Now come here, I missed you."

Husker chuckled and crossed the room, his gaze locked on Angel's. His usual stern expression softened, revealing the depth of his feelings. He reached out, gently cupping Angel's face, his thumb brushing against Angel's cheek. Angel leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the warmth and security Husker's touch brought him.

"Hey," Husker murmured, his voice low and tender. Angel opened his eyes, meeting Husker's intense gaze. Without another word, Husker leaned in, his breath mingling with Angel's, their lips mere inches apart.

The kiss started slow, almost tentative, as if they were both savoring the moment. Husker's lips were firm and warm against Angel's, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Angel responded eagerly, his hands coming up to rest on Husker's broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent and passionate. Husker's hands moved to Angel's waist, pulling him onto his lap. Angel straddled Husker, his fingers tangling in Husker's hair, tugging gently. Husker growled softly at the sensation, his hands roaming over Angel's back, feeling the slight tremor of excitement running through the spider demon.

Angel's heart raced, his entire body tingling with desire. He could feel the strength in Husker's arms, the way Husker's hands gripped him possessively yet gently. It made Angel feel safe, cherished, and utterly wanted. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hips instinctively pressing closer to Husker's.

Husker responded with a low, approving rumble, his tongue teasing Angel's lips before slipping inside to explore. Angel tasted sweet, a hint of the syrup from their breakfast still lingering. Angel's response was eager, almost desperate, his tongue meeting Husker's in a dance of need and affection.

Husker nipped at the sensitive skin, eliciting a gasp from Angel, followed by a breathy moan. The sound drove Husker wild, a primal need surging through him. He bit down a little harder, just enough to leave a mark, claiming Angel as his. Angel's nails dug into Husker's shoulders, the mix of pleasure and pain sending shivers down his spine.

They broke apart briefly, both of them panting, their foreheads resting together. Angel's eyes were dark with desire, his lips swollen and red from their kisses. Husker's gaze was just as intense, a fierce protectiveness mingling with his longing.

"I love you," Angel whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

Husker's heart swelled at the words. He pressed a gentle kiss to Angel's forehead, his hands cradling Angel's face. "I love you too, Angel. More than anything."

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the intensity of their emotions grounding them. Husker finally leaned back, looking into Angel's eyes with a soft smile. "We should take it easy, you're still healing," he said, his voice a mix of concern and affection.

Angel pouted playfully, but there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Fine, but you owe me a rain check," he teased, his voice light and flirtatious.

Husker chuckled, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from Angel's face. "Deal. Now, how about we get you comfortable and watch a movie?"

Angel nodded, leaning in for one last, sweet kiss before climbing off Husker's lap. As the movie started, Husker's arm wrapped around Angel, holding him close, as Angel snuggled against Husker's side.

Once the movie was over and Angel took a nap, Husker made his way straight to his office at the casino. As he entered, he found Melora sitting at his desk, her fingers steepled in thought. The sight made Husker smile with pride; the previously nervous princess had grown into a confident, formidable woman. Melora stood up, a graceful and powerful presence, and allowed Husker to take his seat.

Husker settled into his chair, feeling the familiar contours of the leather against his back. Melora remained standing before him, her eyes shining with determination and concern. Husker took a moment to appreciate her transformation before he spoke.

"Thank you for all your help these last couple of weeks, Melora," Husker said sincerely.

Melora's eyes softened, but there was still a fire behind them. "I couldn't believe what Valentino had done," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "When I returned from the Lust Ring and heard everything, I was furious."

Husker nodded, understanding her anger all too well. Valentino's treachery had shocked many, but the aftermath had revealed the true colors of those involved. "It was a dark time, Melora. And so was the last Extermination Day, too. Five percent of the population wiped out," Husker added, his voice heavy with the weight of those losses.

Melora's expression hardened at the mention of Extermination Day. "Five percent... that's thousands of souls gone in an instant. It's barbaric," she muttered, her fists clenching at her sides. "We need to find a way to protect our people better."

Husker sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I agree, but it's not easy. The rules of Hell are brutal and unforgiving. But we're making progress. Valentino's death sent a message, and we've gained new territory and souls to protect."

Melora nodded, but the frustration was still evident on her face. "I just wish there was more we could do. The system is so broken."

Husker reached out and placed a comforting hand on her arm. "We're doing everything we can, Melora. Step by step, we're making changes. Look at you, for instance. You've grown so much. You're a beacon of hope for our people."

A small, grateful smile appeared on Melora's lips. "Thank you, Husker. That means a lot coming from you."

Husker returned the smile. "We're in this together. And speaking of together, I need to update you on our plans moving forward." He gestured for Melora to take a seat, and she did, leaning forward attentively.

"We've secured Valentino's former properties and shares. I'm giving most of them to Vox and Velvette to keep them at bay," Husker explained. "I'll be keeping one property close to us—the strip club near the mini-golf course. We're turning it into a more refined nightclub called the Ace of Clubs, with Angel in charge."

Melora raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Angel in charge? That's a bold move."

Husker chuckled. "It is, but I trust him. He knows the entertainment business inside and out. Plus, he's motivated to make this a success. It's his chance to start fresh, to build something new."

Melora nodded thoughtfully. "I think it's a great idea. Angel has the potential to make the Ace of Clubs something truly special."

Husker smiled. "Exactly. And with the new apartment buildings going up, we'll have space for the 333 souls we acquired. It's all coming together."

Melora leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful look on her face. "You know, Husker, I've been thinking about how we can improve our security and support systems. We need to be more proactive, not just reactive."

Husker's interest was piqued. "Go on."

"We could set up a network of informants and allies in other rings. It would give us better intel and early warnings about any threats. Plus, we could create safe havens for those in danger, places where they can hide and recover," Melora suggested.

Husker considered her words, nodding slowly. "That's a solid idea. We'll need to be careful about who we trust, but it could give us an edge. I'll start working on it."

Melora smiled, a determined glint in her eye. "Good. We need to be ready for anything. No more surprises like Valentino."

Husker leaned forward, meeting her gaze. "Agreed. Together, we'll make sure of it."

They spent the next few hours discussing plans, strategies, and improvements for their territory and the safety of their people. Husker felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination, fueled by Melora's passion and insights. As the meeting drew to a close, Husker felt more confident than ever in their ability to navigate the treacherous landscape of Hell.

"Thank you, Melora," Husker said as they stood up. "Your support and ideas are invaluable."

Melora smiled warmly. "And thank you, Husker, for believing in me. We've got this."

Once the business part of the conversation was over, Husker got up from his desk and walked over to the bar in the corner of his office. The familiar clinking of ice and the soft hum of the shaker filled the room as he prepared two daiquiris. Meanwhile, Melora stood and removed her golden headband with horns, and in an instant, the glamour fell away, revealing Charlie beneath. The transformation was always fascinating to witness, and Husker couldn't help but smile at the sight of his apprentice.

Charlie accepted the daiquiri with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thanks, Husker," she said, taking a sip and sighing contentedly. She settled back into her chair, looking more relaxed than she had in weeks.

Husker returned to his seat, watching her carefully. "How's your dad doing?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

Charlie's face softened as she thought about her father. "He's doing much better, finally. I managed to get him out of his depression and talking with a therapist. It wasn't easy, but it's made a world of difference." She paused, a hint of pride in her eyes. "We also went on a royal tour around all the seven rings. It was a chance for him to rekindle his bonds with the sins."

She blushed slightly, looking down at her drink. "He even praised me for how I handled the issue with the Ars Goetia Royal Family. Coming from him, that means a lot."

Husker smiled, raising his glass in a toast. "That's great to hear, Charlie. You've done an amazing job."

Charlie's blush deepened, but she smiled back, lifting her glass to clink it against Husker's. "Thanks, Husker. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it."

Husker took a sip of his drink, then leaned back in his chair. "Does he know you're here?" he asked, his tone casual but curious.

Charlie nodded, her expression turning more serious. "I told him that after months on a royal tour, I wanted a vacation. I said I decided to have a prolonged stay at The Cat's Den, with my identity hidden as I remained at the casino and resort as a 'guest.'" She grinned, the mischief returning to her eyes. "Which technically is right, since I'm still on a sabbatical and you never reinstated me as part of the staff."

"That the daughter of the Prince of Lies ladies and gentlemen!" Husker laughed, the sound filling the room. "Though, it is true enough. You're always welcome here, you know that."

Charlie's smile widened, and she took another sip of her drink. "I know. And I appreciate it more than you know."

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Husker leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. "So, how do we approach Lucifer about you working for me again?"

Charlie sighed, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "That's the tricky part. He's always been protective of me, and after everything that's happened, he's even more so. But I think if we present it the right way, he might see the benefits."

Husker nodded, considering her words. "We need to show him that this is what's best for you. That working here isn't just a job, but a way for you to make a difference."

Charlie smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Exactly. And I think if I can show him that I'm happy and thriving here, he'll come around."

Husker reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on hers. "We'll figure it out together, Charlie. You've got a family here at The Cat's Den, and we all want what's best for you."

Charlie's eyes shimmered with gratitude. "Thank you, Husker. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Husker squeezed her hand gently. "You're stronger than you think, Charlie. You've already done so much. We'll take it one step at a time."

They spent the rest of the evening discussing their plans, laughing and reminiscing about old times. As the night wore on, the bond between them only grew stronger, their shared experiences and mutual respect creating an unbreakable connection. By the time they finished their drinks, they had a solid plan in place and a renewed sense of determination.

Charlie stood, stretching her arms above her head. "I should probably get some rest. We have a lot of work ahead of us."

Husker nodded, standing as well. "Yeah, it's going to be a busy week. Especially with Extermination Day coming up."

Charlie frowned at the mention of Extermination Day but shook it away. She cannot do anything about it yet, but one day she will stop it. She put on her golden headband and allowed the glamour to take over, leaving Melora in her place. Melora then left Husker's office and made her way to her room, she needed to rest because tomorrow will be a difficult day.

Later that night, The Scarlet Trinity met for drinks and talked over a few hands of poker in one of The Cat's Den's private gambling rooms. The room was luxurious, with plush velvet chairs, mahogany tables, and ambient lighting that cast a warm glow over the scene. The air was filled with the rich aroma of cigars and the soft clinking of glasses. Alastor, Rosie, and Husker settled into their seats, each with a drink in hand.

Husker shuffled the deck with practiced ease, his fingers deftly manipulating the cards. Alastor watched with a keen interest, his ever-present smile widening in anticipation. Rosie, elegant as always, leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with mischief.

The game began, and it quickly became clear that Husker was a master of his craft. He played his cards with a strategic precision that left Alastor and Rosie in awe. Alastor, despite losing quite soundly, was utterly delighted. Each loss was met with a burst of laughter and a congratulatory clap on Husker's back.

"Well, well, Husk, you are quite the card shark," Alastor exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "It seems I'm no match for you tonight."

Husker chuckled, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "I've had plenty of practice, Al. It's all about reading people, and you're an open book."

Rosie, who had been quietly observing the game, smiled softly. "It's good to see you both enjoying yourselves. It's been a while since we could relax like this."

The trio continued their game, the conversation flowing easily. They shared stories of their recent exploits, laughed over old memories, and gradually settled into their arrangement with unexpected ease. As the night wore on, the poker game came to an end, and the conversation turned more serious. Alastor and Rosie both expressed their gratitude for the souls Husker had given them.

"Those souls were a great help, Husker," Alastor said, his tone sincere despite his ever-present grin. "They've given me some excellent material for my radio show."

Rosie nodded in agreement. "And I've been able to feed my cannibals with the souls. It's helped maintain order in my territory."

Husker shrugged, downplaying his generosity. "It's the least I could do. Consider it a thank you for your support at the overlord meeting and your help with Valentino."

Rosie's blank eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Speaking of Valentino, how's Angel handling things? I heard he's taken over the new club."

Husker's expression softened at the mention of Angel. "He's doing well. Better than I expected, actually. He's got big plans for the Ace of Clubs. It's going to be a hit."

Alastor raised an eyebrow. "Ace of Clubs? That's a fitting name."

Husker nodded, pride evident in his voice. "Yeah, Angel came up with it. He's really taken to the role, and I couldn't be prouder."

As the night continued and the drinks flowed, the atmosphere in the private gambling room became more relaxed. Alastor leaned back in his chair, his perpetual grin widening as he regarded Husker with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

"I must say, Husker," Alastor began, his voice dripping with amusement, "your behavior during the overlord meeting was delightfully sinister. I always knew you had a soft heart beneath that tough exterior, but now I see that the demon within you is just as violent and thirsty as Rosie's and mine."

Husker raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by the praise. He took a sip of his whiskey, savoring the burn before replying. "Well, Al, I may have a soft spot for my friends and those I care about, but that doesn't mean I'll shy away from doing what needs to be done."

Alastor leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Then tell me, Husker, why didn't you end the Vees as a whole?"

Husker blinked, genuinely surprised by the question. He set his glass down and looked at Alastor intently. "End the Vees? Al, I would never steal prey from a friend."

Alastor's expression shifted to one of surprise, smile still on face but frozen like an image. Husker continued, his tone firm but sincere. "I only took out Valentino because he went after my people. Not retaliating would have made me look weak, and I can't afford that. But I would never dream of killing Vox. You've branded him as yours to kill since the start, and I respect that."

Alastor's perplexed look slowly melted into a wide, genuine smile before he burst into laughter. His laughter was infectious, and even Rosie found herself smiling. "Oh, Husk, you truly are a delight. I appreciate your attentiveness and respect for the hunt. It's rare to find someone who understands the rules of our game so well."

Husker chuckled, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie. "We all have our territories and our prey, Al. It's all about respecting those boundaries and knowing when to act. Besides, I have enough on my plate with my own operations."

Rosie, who had been quietly observing the exchange, finally spoke up. "It's good to see that the respect between us remains strong. We've all faced enough treachery and betrayal in our lives. It's comforting to know we can rely on each other."

Husker raised his glass once more, the weight of their words sinking in. "To the Scarlet Trinity," he said, his voice filled with conviction.

Alastor and Rosie raised their glasses in agreement. "To the Scarlet Trinity," they echoed, their voices a harmonious blend of determination and camaraderie.

Eventually, as the first light of dawn began to creep through the heavy curtains, they decided to call it a night. Alastor and Rosie made their way to their respective territories, leaving Husker alone in the now silent room. He sat back in his chair, a contented smile playing on his lips.

Reflecting on the night's events, Husker felt a profound sense of satisfaction. They had come together not just as allies, but as true friends, a rare find in the depths of Hell. With a final sip of his whiskey, Husker stood and stretched. He had work to do and plans to set in motion. Husker made his way to his penthouse, ready to wake up Angel with a sweet kiss.