As Charlie and Yuta entered the grand hall, the atmosphere was electric, the air thick with energy. The flickering flames from the chandeliers above danced along to the beat of the music, casting fiery shadows across the room. Everything seemed so alive, vibrant in a way that only Hell could manage. Yuta, however, felt more like shrinking away. The sheer number of demons and sinners milling about, drinking, laughing, and dancing with wild abandon made him instinctively cling a little closer to Charlie.
Charlie, always attuned to the emotions of others, noticed his hesitation. She turned to him with a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling like embers. "Hey… no need to worry, this is a safe place where no violence is allowed, the only thing you have to do is have fun!" she said, her voice as warm as the flames around them. "And everything here is fun! Don't you think?"
Yuta, his gaze nervously darting from one outlandish spectacle to another, caught sight of a demon downing three entire barrels of booze in quick succession. His eyes widened in surprise before he turned back to Charlie, managing a shy smile. "Y-yeah… sure thing," he stammered, though his voice betrayed his uncertainty.
Charlie tilted her head, a playful glint in her eye as she leaned in closer. "You know what?" she asked teasingly, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. "How about we have a little fun ourselves?" She pointed toward the center stage, where a throng of demons was dancing with wild enthusiasm.
Yuta's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened in panic. "W-wait, you're not serious!" he protested, his voice rising an octave. "I don't even remember my life, and you expect me to know how to dance in front of strangers?" His words fell on deaf ears as Charlie, with a determined grin, began to gently but firmly drag him toward the stage.
Charlie took Yuta's hand, leading him onto the dance floor. The space was a cacophony of colors and sounds, with flickering flames casting shadows across the walls. Yuta hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked around nervously at the crowd of demons and sinners. They all seemed so confident, so sure of themselves, and he felt so out of place.
But Charlie's touch was grounding, her hand warm and steady in his. She pulled him closer, her smile never wavering as she began to sway gently to the rhythm of the music. Her movements were graceful, effortless, and Yuta couldn't help but be drawn in by her calm led Yuta into the rhythm of the music, her movements gentle and fluid. Yuta, still feeling out of place, tried to mimic her steps but stumbled slightly. Charlie's grip on his hand tightened reassuringly, her smile encouraging him to just follow her lead.
Nobody knows what have happened
Charlie's voice hummed softly along with the melody, her movements becoming a little more deliberate, a silent invitation for Yuta to relax. Slowly, Yuta's tension began to ease, his steps becoming more natural as he allowed himself to be guided by her.
There's no way out
As the tempo of the song increased, Charlie spun around, her fiery hair creating a beautiful arc around them. Yuta watched, momentarily entranced by the way the flames from the chandeliers seemed to follow her every move, dancing along in perfect harmony. He tried to mirror her spin, his movements awkward at first, but Charlie's laughter—light and joyful—made him feel less self-conscious.
You don't see at all
What's right for you to do
Feeling a surge of determination, Yuta focused on Charlie, her grace and energy infectious. As they moved together, his earlier hesitation began to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of confidence. He wasn't trying to impress anyone; he was just enjoying this moment with her.
Well, let's start and now
Take a deep breath
They spun together, their hands still linked, and for the first time, Yuta felt like he was truly dancing—not just following steps, but flowing with the music and the energy between them. Charlie's eyes sparkled as she looked at him, clearly noticing the change in his demeanor.
You're moving forward
Deciding not to look back
Your weakness is your greatest strength
The chorus hit, and Yuta found himself moving with more confidence, his body responding naturally to the rhythm. He wasn't sure how, but dancing with Charlie felt… right. It was as if, in this brief moment, he wasn't in Hell at all—he was just a man, sharing a dance with someone who made him feel safe.
Make it to the end
You'll see you won't be alone
With each step, Yuta grew bolder. He twirled Charlie around, earning a delighted laugh from her, and they moved together as if they had been dancing for years. The world around them seemed to blur, the crowd and the chaos fading into the background, leaving just the two of them in their own little world.
You will know it's the right place to be
Don't be afraid to fall
Cause the world will take youl
You can trust them with all your heart
You will find that you can do anything
You do the way as it should
The music swelled, and with it, Yuta felt something shift inside him—a quiet acceptance, perhaps, of his new reality, or maybe just a recognition that not everything in Hell was torment and despair. There were moments like this, too, moments of connection and light, and maybe, just maybe, there could be more.
'Cause they make you ready You can do it
As the final chorus echoed through the hall, Yuta and Charlie slowed their movements, their dance becoming more intimate, more deliberate. They moved closer together, their foreheads nearly touching, and Yuta could feel the warmth radiating from her, a stark contrast to the coldness he'd felt since arriving in Hell.
You are the one!
The song ended, leaving a lingering silence between them. Yuta's heart was racing, not just from the dance but from something deeper—an unfamiliar, yet welcome feeling of belonging. He looked into Charlie's eyes, seeing her own reflection of that feeling, and for the first time since he'd arrived in Hell, Yuta smiled—a genuine, unguarded smile.
Charlie beamed back at him, her expression a mix of pride and something softer, something warmer. She reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "You did great, Yuta. See? Dancing isn't so scary."
Yuta chuckled softly, still catching his breath. "I guess not… with you leading the way."
Yuta felt a warmth in his chest from the connection he felt with Charlie. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered joy, a moment where he felt truly alive, despite being in Hell. They shared a quiet moment, catching their breath, before Charlie gave him a playful nudge, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Charlie and Yuta kept dancing, their movements slowing down to match the softer, slower music that followed.
"Heh… and you sing really well, Charlie…" Yuta said softly, his voice full of sincerity.
Charlie smiled at him, her expression tender. "It's… nothing really," she replied modestly. "I just love singing… it's my best way to show my feelings."
Yuta's smile widened, his eyes full of understanding. "Yeah… I can see that."
As the night wore on, the energy of the dance floor began to wane, and Yuta and Charlie eventually found themselves at a small, dimly lit table in a quieter corner of the room. Yuta noticed Charlie's shoulders sagging slightly, her usual radiant energy dimming just a bit.
"Have you slept at all?" Yuta asked, his voice soft but tinged with concern as he studied her closely.
Charlie gave a sheepish smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Well… not since about two days ago," she admitted, trying to sound nonchalant.
Yuta's brow furrowed with worry. "Is it normal to go that long without sleep?" he asked, his tone more insistent now.
Charlie waved a hand dismissively, though her eyes betrayed a hint of exhaustion. "Nope! But I'm fine, really," she said, her voice brightening as she tried to inject some of her usual cheer into the words. "We've still got so much ahead of us, Yuta! No time to rest yet."
Yuta frowned, his concern deepening. "Charlie… if you're tired, we can go back. It's been a long day. We could both use some rest."
Charlie hesitated, her playful demeanor faltering for a moment as she considered his words. But then she shook her head, a determined smile spreading across her face. "It's fine, Yuta. Don't worry about me. We're here to have fun, right? I'll just go grab us a couple of drinks, and we'll keep the night going!" She stood up, her movements slightly less graceful than usual, but she flashed him a bright smile before heading toward the bar.
Yuta watched her go, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he murmured to himself, "I guess I really was lucky to find her."
"Lucky? I'd say you hit the jackpot with her!" A confident, slightly amused voice interrupted his thoughts. Yuta turned to see a female demon sitting across from him. She had puce-colored skin, curly cream hair tied in a ponytail, and small black horns perched atop her head. Her eyes, with their red sclera and white irises, twinkled with mischief. She was dressed in a sleeveless black crop-top turtleneck and gray jean-shorts, paired with white over-the-knee stockings and ballet shoes. Beside her sat a smaller demon, clad in a business suit, his expression serious and composed.
Yuta blinked, a bit taken aback by the sudden intrusion. "Oh, um, hi," he stammered. "I'm Yuta… nice to meet you."
The demoness extended a hand with a friendly grin. "Name's Clara, and this is my work partner," she said, gesturing to the small demon beside her. "So, Yuta, what's it like dancing with the princess of Hell? You two looked like quite the couple out there."
Yuta's face flushed crimson, and he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head frantically. "W-w-wait, we're not a couple! We're just friends. We only met yesterday."
Clara raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Just met? Really? The way you two danced, it seemed like you've known each other for years."
Yuta let out a nervous chuckle, trying to downplay her observation. "Yeah… we met yesterday. On extermination day, actually."
Clara's eyes widened in surprise. "Extermination day? How?"
Yuta nodded slowly, his expression growing more somber. "I arrived yesterday, right in the middle of it all. But Charlie saved me and took me to a safe place. Now she's showing me around Hell."
Clara let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "That must've been terrifying, not knowing what was going on."
"Well… I was unconscious for most of it, so I didn't really see much," Yuta admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Hmph… and the princess just found you? She's really something, you know. Most others wouldn't have bothered," Clara said, her tone blunt but not unkind.
"Yeah, I'm starting to understand that" Yuta replied, a hint of unease in his voice.
Clara leaned in closer, her curiosity getting the better of her. "So, what did you do before… you know, ending up here?"
Yuta stiffened, the question hitting too close to the mystery of his own forgotten past. He remembered Lilith's warning not to reveal too much, especially about Rika. He hesitated, unsure how to respond.
Before he could answer, the small demon beside Clara spoke up, his tone sharp and businesslike. "Clara, we have business to do. We should focus on that."
Clara sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, you're right. But if I help, Odette will be furious," she pouted, clearly reluctant to leave the conversation.
Yuta glanced between the two, his confusion growing. "A business? What kind of business?"
The small demon, who had remained silent until now, fixed Yuta with a stern look. "It's a business matter that doesn't concern you," he said curtly.
Clara shot him a look of mild irritation before turning back to Yuta with a more apologetic smile. "Sorry about him. He takes his job very seriously."
Yuta managed a small, understanding smile. "It's fine."
"And Odette, my sister—she's the one focusing on that—she wanted to handle it on her own this time without my help. But it's dangerous, and I worry about her" Clara admitted, her earlier bravado softening for a moment.
Yuta's curiosity was piqued. "What exactly do you do?"
Clara's grin returned, this time with a hint of mischief. "We sell weapons," she said bluntly.
"Ah… I see…" Yuta replied, his smile turning a bit strained as he processed the revelation.
"We've all got to make a living somehow, especially here in Hell," Clara said, her voice carrying a blend of casual acceptance and dark humor.
Yuta nodded, though his thoughts seemed distant. "I guess... It's just getting used to this… y'know?" He says scratching the back of his head shyly "But Charlie... she's making this a much better experience than I ever imagined. I'm really glad I found her… well…. Her finding me" His smile was soft, almost wistful, as if the weight of his situation had momentarily lifted.
Clara tilted her head, studying him with a curious glint in her eyes. "You know, it's not every day you come across a sinner with a good spirit as yours. Makes me wonder what you did to end up down here."
Yuta's smile faded, his gaze dropping to the table as a shadow crossed his face. "I wonder that too," he murmured, the words more to himself than to Clara. The uncertainty gnawed at him, a silent question that lingered in the back of his mind.
Clara noticed the shift in his demeanor and, for a moment, her playful expression softened. It was unusual for her to see a sinner react this way; most were either boastful of their sins or indifferent to their fate. But Yuta was different—there was a sadness in him, a lostness that made her decide to let the topic go. Hell was full of darkness at the beggining; no need to add more to his burden.
Meanwhile, Charlie stood at the bar, her hand tapping lightly against the counter as she waited for their drinks. The fatigue she had been ignoring for the past two days was beginning to catch up with her. Her eyelids felt heavy, and the loud, pulsing music that filled the room started to blend into a dull hum in her ears. She hadn't slept, hadn't rested—she couldn't afford to. Not when things were finally going well, not when Yuta was having a good time. But doubt crept in, whispering that maybe it was time to slow down, to take a breath before she burned herself out completely.
She glanced around the room, her anxiety suddenly sharpening as she noticed a group of uniformed demons positioned at various corners. Their presence was too deliberate, too organized. And then it hit her—those were Carmilla Carmine's, those notorious henchmen worked for her, an overlord and arms dealer. Her stomach tightened. Their presence was unusual… there was probably a deal going on. The thought alone made her uneasy, and she quickly decided it was time to leave.
With the drinks in hand, she hurried back to Yuta, trying to shake off the growing sense of dread. But as she approached, she noticed he wasn't alone. A knot formed in her chest as she recognized the uniform on the imp sitting with him—another one of Carmilla's workers. Charlie forced a smile, though her nerves were buzzing.
"Hey, Yuta! Looks like you're making new friends," she said, her voice cheerful but strained.
Yuta looked up, his expression lighting up as he saw her. "Oh, Charlie! These are Clara and one of her workers." He spoke calmly, unaware of the tension bubbling beneath her facade.
Clara stood up and gave a small bow. "Hello, Your Majesty. It's an honor to meet you in person."
"O-oh, please don't do that," Charlie said quickly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm not a fan of all that bowing and formality. Just call me Charlie, okay?"
Clara straightened up, grinning. "Alright, Charlie. You're already more down-to-earth than most royals I've come across."
Charlie forced a laugh, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Oh, I bet you've met some real characters" she replied with a tight smile. The unease gnawing at her was impossible to ignore now, and Yuta noticed the change in her demeanor.
"Charlie… is everything okay?" Yuta asked, his voice laced with concern as he observed her more closely.
She hesitated, then sighed, realizing she couldn't keep up the act. "Honestly… no. I think we should go and get some rest. I'm… really tired." The truth was only part of it; the other half was the need to get Yuta away from this place, away from whatever dealings were happening in the shadows.
Yuta didn't hesitate. He stood up immediately, concern etched on his face. "Of course. Let's go. You need to rest." He wasn't going to argue—her well-being was more important than anything else.
The imp at the table suddenly stood, answering a call with a serious expression. Clara watched him with a frown, her playful mood evaporating.
"Well, Clara, it was nice meeting you," Yuta said politely, though he was clearly ready to leave. "Maybe we'll run into each other again."
"Nice meeting you too, Mr. Nice Sinner!" Clara replied with a wink, waving them off as they turned to leave. Her eyes then shifted to her worker, who looked tense.
"Everything okay?" she asked, her earlier lightness replaced with a more serious tone.
The imp, still on the call, glanced at her and spoke quickly, stress evident in his voice. "Odette's losing her temper. We need to get up there before things spiral out of control."
Clara sighed, her expression hardening as she prepared to deal with whatever mess was brewing upstairs. "Alright, let's go." Without another word, she hurried up the stairs, her mind already focused on the task.
Yuta watched Charlie closely, his brow furrowing with concern. Something was off. Her usual warmth seemed overshadowed by a palpable tension.
"Charlie, are you okay? You seem... more anxious than tired…" Yuta asked, his voice laced with worry. But Charlie forced a laugh, though it sounded strained.
"Oooh, no, no! Everything's fine! It's just been a long day, and we should probably head out."
"Charlie," Yuta interjected, his tone gentle yet firm, but she kept talking, as if to drown out her own unease.
"And we're both so tired, two days without sleep is really catching up with us, y'know?"
"Charlie."
"And tomorrow is going to be so busy, we need to get some rest and—"
"Charlie!" Yuta's voice cut through her rambling as he gently grabbed her shoulders, his eyes searching hers with deep concern. "What's going on?" he pleaded softly, his worry for her clear in his gaze.
Charlie's defenses crumbled under his earnest concern. She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "We need to get out of here, Yuta," she confessed, her voice low and urgent.
"They're trafficking weapons—bad weapons. And there's an Overlord involved."
Yuta's eyes widened in alarm. "An Overlord? But you said there could be overlords here anyway…"
Charlie shook her head, her anxiety intensifying. "I know, but this isn't just any Overlord. It's Carmilla Carmine, the top weapons dealer in Hell. And the weapons she's dealing... they're angelic." She paused, her voice trembling slightly as she continued. "If those weapons kill you, they don't just kill your body—they destroy your soul. And I'm not going to let that happen to you."
Yuta swallowed, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "O-okay… that's understandable… but where do we go?" He glanced around, noticing the guards subtly but steadily blocking the exits, while the rest of the patrons remained blissfully unaware of the impending danger.
Charlie's anxiety spiked as she saw the room tightening around them. "Shit, shit, shit…" she muttered under her breath, her mind racing for a solution. But before she could act, a loud, ominous noise echoed from upstairs. The entire room fell silent, all eyes turning upward.
For a heartbeat, everything was still. Then, chaos erupted. The ceiling above them cracked, sending debris raining down as the sound of gunfire filled the air. Screams of panic spread like wildfire as the roof began to collapse.
Without thinking, Yuta reacted on pure instinct. He pushed Charlie out of the way, shielding her from the falling rubble. The impact was sudden and brutal, and Charlie's heart lurched in her chest as she saw Yuta disappear beneath the debris.
"Yuta!" Charlie screamed, her voice breaking with panic as she saw him get crushed along with several others. But her horror was quickly overshadowed by a new threat.
Emerging from the destruction was a massive bull demon, and beside him, a furious young woman in a lab coat wielding an angelic machine gun. Her eyes blazed with rage as she pointed the weapon at the bull demon.
"Is this enough of a warning, you fucking asshole!?" the girl shouted, her voice trembling with fury. The angelic weapon in her hands glowed ominously, its power enough to strike fear into even the hardest of souls.
The bull demon, however, merely laughed, a deep, menacing sound that resonated through the chaos. He glanced around at the terrified crowd, then fixed his gaze on the girl with a chilling grin. "This is gonna cost you dearly, girl… I'm gonna enjoy watching your mother's reaction when I send your dead body back to her. Just like you did with your father!"
The girl's face twisted in rage, her control slipping as she screamed and opened fire on the bull demon. He crossed his arms in front of him, the bullets ricocheting off his thick hide, but he stood his ground, a sadistic smile on his face as he taunted the girl's gunfire sputtered to a stop, the bull demon seized his opportunity, lowering his horns and charging with lethal intent. Just as the massive beast was about to strike, Clara sprang into action, tackling her sister out of the way. The bull demon plowed through a wall, debris flying as his massive form crashed through it.
"Odette! What the hell was that?" Clara shouted, her voice laced with fury as she hauled her sister to her feet.
"Clara, I had it under control!" Odette snapped, glaring at her sister for the interruption. Her voice, usually cool and measured, now dripped with irritation.
"Oh, sure you did, sis. Not like you were about to get skewered by that psycho! Why are you so damn stubborn? This could've been over already!" Clara shot back, her eyes blazing with frustration.
"Really?" The bull's voice rumbled from behind them, dripping with dark amusement. "It's not like I'm an unreasonable man, but you just had to push my buttons…" He lit a cigarette, taking a slow, deliberate drag as he surveyed the chaos around him. "And this… this is just bad for business."
One of the bull's lackeys approached, bowing slightly. "Sir… Bale, what are your orders?"
The name of the bull demon sent a chill through the room. Bale, the notorious enforcer—his reputation was one of brutal efficiency and merciless judgment, right-hand man of a feared Overlord.
"Kill everyone," Bale ordered, his voice cold and indifferent. "No witnesses. We'll pin this mess on Carmilla." His words were calm, almost casual, as if ordering the slaughter of dozens was just another day at work.
Without hesitation, Bale's grunts opened fire, indiscriminately mowing down demons and sinners alike. The once-lively room was now a bloodbath, filled with screams and the sound of gunfire. Carmilla's employees retaliated, adding to the chaos, the air thick with the scent of blood and smoke.
Charlie darted through the carnage, her heart pounding in her chest as she searched frantically for Yuta. "Yuta! Where are you, Yuta?!" she screamed, her voice raw with desperation. Her eyes scanned the wreckage, her anxiety growing with each passing second.
Then, amidst the rubble, a fist emerged. Charlie's heart leaped as she watched Yuta struggle to free himself from the debris. "Yuta!" she screamed again, this time in relief, rushing to his side.
Yuta pushed away the last of the debris, his movements sluggish and disoriented. "That's a lot of noise… ah, my head…" he muttered, shaking off the dizziness. Before he could fully regain his senses, Charlie pulled him up, draping his arm over her shoulder.
"D-don't worry… we'll get out of here," she promised, her voice firm but laced with anxiety. She began to run, half-carrying him as she weaved through the chaos, her only focus on getting them to safety.
But as they fled, Yuta's eyes took in the carnage around him—the senseless killing, the terror in the eyes of those who couldn't escape. A familiar feeling stirred deep within him, one that he hadn't felt in what seemed like a lifetime. It was the instinct to protect, the unyielding urge to help those in need.
"W-we have to help, Charlie…" Yuta whispered, his voice low but insistent. There was a gravity in his tone that made Charlie stop in her tracks, her eyes wide with shock.
"What?! What are you thinking? You can't just jump into this—this mess… You'll die, Yuta!" Charlie's voice trembled with fear, her grip on his arm tightening as if she could hold him back with sheer will alone.
"Please, Charlie… I can hold my own. T-these are your people, right? Aren't you supposed to help your people?" Yuta's words struck a chord deep within Charlie. She gasped slightly, torn between her instinct to protect him and the truth in his words.
For a moment, Charlie was silent, her mind racing. She knew she should refuse—knew that letting him stay would only end in disaster. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw the determination there, the same determination she had felt when she first set out to save the souls of Hell. She couldn't bear to be the one to take that away from him, even if it scared her to death.
"Okay… fine," she relented, her voice soft but firm. "But don't put your life at risk! You understand?" Her eyes bore into his, seeking a promise in his gaze.
"Got it…" Yuta nodded, his expression serious. With her reluctant blessing, he let go of the fear that had held him back, allowing the old, familiar instincts to take over. As Charlie watched, he moved with newfound purpose, diving into the fray to save those caught in the crossfire.
Charlie's heart clenched with a mix of pride and terror as she followed after him, her mind racing with prayers that this wouldn't be the last time they fought side by side.
Yuta and Charlie moved as one through the chaos, their minds attuned to the urgency of the situation. The once vibrant establishment had turned into a war zone, with the sound of gunfire, screams, and crashing debris filling the air. Demons and sinners alike were scrambling for cover, some trying to fight back while others desperately sought an escape. But escape was a luxury few could afford now that Bale's forces had unleashed their lethal fury.
Charlie, her heart pounding in her chest, knew they were running out of time. Bale's thugs were efficient, methodically picking off anyone who dared to move. She kept a tight grip on Yuta's hand as they dodged between overturned tables and fallen beams, her mind racing for a plan. She couldn't let Yuta get hurt—not after everything he'd been through.
"Over there!" Charlie pointed to a small group of demons huddled in a corner, their eyes wide with terror as they tried to shield themselves from the onslaught. Among them were a couple of imps, their tiny forms trembling, and a larger demon who had taken the brunt of the debris to protect them.
Yuta didn't hesitate. He released Charlie's hand and sprinted towards them, his instincts taking over. "Hey! We're getting you out of here!" he called out, his voice firm but reassuring.
The demons looked up, hope flickering in their eyes as Yuta reached them.
The larger demon, bleeding from a gash on his forehead, looked at Yuta with a mix of fear and gratitude. "But… but how?" he stammered, wincing in pain.
Yuta scanned the room, quickly assessing the situation. The main exits were blocked, and the gunfire was too intense for them to make a run for it. But there was a small service door nearby, partially obscured by fallen debris. It was their best chance.
"Charlie, help me clear this!" Yuta shouted, motioning to the door. Charlie nodded and rushed over, using her strength to shove aside the rubble blocking their escape route. Yuta joined in, and together they managed to create a narrow path to the door.
"Alright, everyone, this way!" Charlie urged, waving the demons toward the exit. The imps moved first, crawling through the small opening Yuta and Charlie had cleared. The larger demon hesitated, glancing back at the chaos, but Yuta placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"You'll be okay. Go!" Yuta said firmly, giving him a gentle push. The demon nodded and squeezed through the gap, his body barely fitting.
But as the last demon slipped through the door, a burst of gunfire tore through the air, narrowly missing Yuta and Charlie. They ducked instinctively, their hearts pounding as they realized how close they had come to being hit.
Charlie looked up and saw Bale's thugs advancing, their weapons trained on them. There was no time to think—only to act. She grabbed Yuta's hand again and pulled him towards a nearby pillar, using it as cover.
"We're running out of places to hide!" Yuta panted, glancing around for another way out.
"Just stay close to me!" Charlie shouted over the noise, her eyes darting around the room. Her gaze landed on a balcony above, partially intact despite the destruction below. If they could just get up there, they might be able to find another way out.
"There! The balcony!" Charlie pointed, and Yuta nodded, understanding her plan immediately.
But getting there was easier said than done. The room was a maze of overturned furniture, debris, and bodies. Yuta knew that moving through it would be a challenge, especially with the gunmen still closing in. But he also knew that he couldn't let fear stop him—not now.
Charlie made the first move, dashing out from behind the pillar and heading towards the staircase that led to the balcony. Yuta followed close behind, his heart pounding in his chest as they weaved through the chaos. He could feel the eyes of the gunmen on them, could hear the shouts and gunfire getting closer.
As they reached the staircase, Yuta noticed a group of sinners huddled under a collapsed pillar, trapped and unable to move. Without a second thought, he veered off towards them, ignoring the danger in favor of helping those in need.
"Charlie! Keep going!" Yuta shouted over his shoulder. "I'll catch up!"
Charlie glanced back, panic in her eyes, but she nodded, trusting Yuta to know what he was doing. She continued up the staircase, glancing back only once before disappearing onto the balcony.
Yuta reached the trapped sinners and immediately began lifting the beam, using all his strength to free them. The sinners, a mix of demons and damned souls, looked at him with a mix of desperation and awe, unable to believe that someone would risk their life for them in a place like this.
"Hurry! Get out while you can!" Yuta grunted, his muscles straining under the weight of the beam. One by one, the sinners crawled out from under the debris, their expressions a mixture of relief and gratitude.
"Thank you… thank you…" one of them, a young demon girl, stammered as she scrambled to her feet. She looked at Yuta with wide eyes, as if seeing him for the first time.
Yuta gave her a quick nod, his focus already shifting to the next task. "Get to the service door! It's the only way out!"
The sinners didn't need to be told twice. They bolted towards the door, moving as quickly as they could despite their injuries and fear. Yuta watched them go, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and urgency.
But there was no time to rest. He needed to get back to Charlie.
With a final glance around the room to make sure no one else was left behind, Yuta sprinted towards the staircase, taking the steps two at a time. As he reached the top, he saw Charlie waiting for him, her expression a mixture of relief and worry.
"You okay?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine," Yuta panted, giving her a small smile. "Let's get out of here."
Yuta glanced over his shoulder and saw Clara and Odette struggling against Bale. The bull demon was relentless, his massive form making their attempts to fend him off look futile. Odette, with her precision shooting, tried to keep her distance, but Bale was too quick, closing the gap before she could get another shot off. Clara, on the other hand, was locked in a desperate melee, her agile movements just barely enough to avoid the worst of Bale's brutal attacks. It was clear they were outmatched.
Charlie, sensing Yuta's shift in focus, followed his gaze. Her eyes widened as she saw him start to move, instinct driving him towards the fray. "Yuta, wait!" she tried to call out, but her voice was lost in the cacophony of battle. He was already gone, sprinting towards the fight with a speed that startled even him. Time seemed to slow as he watched Bale's fist, massive and deadly, arc towards Clara's face. But to Yuta, it was as if the world had entered slow motion. He surged forward, his hand glowing with that familiar, cursed pink light, and caught Bale's punch with a single hand.
"What the—" Bale's voice cut off as he felt his fist come to an abrupt halt, caught in the iron grip of this young man who had appeared out of nowhere. For a moment, Bale's eyes widened in surprise, but his shock quickly turned to irritation. He yanked his hand back.
Clara and Odette, bruised and battered, looked up in disbelief. Clara had been bracing herself for the end, her sister's screams echoing in her ears, but instead of pain, there was only silence. She blinked, trying to comprehend what she was seeing—this shy, timid boy, the one who had seemed so out of place in Hell, now standing between them and certain death.
His expression was unreadable, his eyes cold and detached, so different from the nervous demeanor she had seen earlier.
"You…?" Clara managed to whisper, her voice trembling with both relief and confusion.
"Get out of here," Yuta said, his tone flat, almost emotionless. His face was set in a mask of calm neutrality, but there was a strength in his voice that left no room for argument.
Clara couldn't help but notice the shift in him—the awkwardness was gone, replaced by something powerful, something… different. His aura, once meek, now radiated a quiet intensity that both unsettled and reassured her.
Charlie rushed over, helping Clara and Odette to their feet, her anxiety barely contained. "We need to move, now" she urged, casting a quick glance at Yuta. She was torn between fear for his safety and awe at the transformation she was witnessing. But before they could escape, more of Bale's men blocked their path, weapons drawn.
Yuta glanced back at the women, a flicker of concern crossing his otherwise composed face. He then turned his attention back to Bale, who had recovered from his initial shock and was now regarding Yuta with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
"And who might you be?" Bale rumbled, his voice tinged with amusement. He towered over Yuta, his sheer size intimidating, but Yuta didn't flinch.
Yuta remained silent, his gaze locked onto Bale's. Despite the bull demon being nearly four times his size, Yuta stood his ground, the pink glow around his hand pulsing with restrained power. "I think enough blood has been spilled tonight. Why keep going?" Yuta's voice was steady, his words carrying a weight that caught Bale off guard.
Bale huffed, a smirk forming on his lips. "It's all part of the business, brat. Simple as that."
Yuta's expression didn't change. "I don't care about your business. You're killing innocent people who just wanted to enjoy a party." His voice was laced with quiet anger, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.
Bale let out a deep, rumbling laugh, echoed by the grunts surrounding him. "Oh, brat… You must be new around here. I can practically smell the fresh sin on you." He sneered, leaning back with a mockingly relaxed posture. "Here in Hell, things work differently. We're not bound by the so-called laws. Down here, it's survival of the fittest. The weak seek refuge, and the strong take what they want."
Yuta's eyes flashed with something dark, something ancient and fierce, but he remained silent as Bale continued. "You say 'innocent people' like it means something. But this is Hell. Every soul here is guilty of something vile. They're here because they deserve to be."
Bale's grin widened as he took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly. "But you… you're different. I'll give you that. Stopping a punch from me so easily… that's no small feat, especially for a fresh soul like yourself. It means you've got talent, potential even."
Yuta's eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to decipher Bale's intentions, but he said nothing.
Bale extended his hand, the smirk never leaving his face. "You've got a future, kid. Serve under my Overlord, and he'll make you powerful. In return, I'll forget everything that happened tonight. I'll even let the girls go. What do you say?"
Yuta stared at the outstretched hand, his mind racing. The offer was tempting, but there was something off about it, something that didn't sit right with him. Clara and Odette, still catching their breath, looked at Yuta with wide, worried eyes. They knew better than anyone that Bale's promises were empty.
"H-HEY ASSHOLE!" Odette screamed, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "HE'S LYING! DON'T TRUST A WORD HE SAYS!" She tried to rise, but her legs gave out beneath her, forcing Clara to catch her.
Bale's smile only widened as he kept his hand extended, but his eyes flickered with a darker, more menacing light. Yuta looked at the hand for a moment longer, then, to everyone's surprise—except Charlie's—he slapped it away.
"Who do you take me for?" Yuta's voice was icy, his eyes locking onto Bale's with a glare that sent a shiver down the bull demon's spine. But instead of fear, Bale's grin grew wider, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Heh… Seems my gut was right. When was the last time I've seen a new sinner with such raw power as yours." Bale's voice dropped into a more dangerous tone. "Aah this will only make this more satisfying." But before Bale could finish, Yuta moved. In a blur of motion, he delivered a punch to Bale's gut, the force of it sending the massive demon flying through several walls.
The room fell silent as Bale's grunts stared in shock. The sheer power Yuta had just displayed left them frozen, their weapons trembling in their hands. Yuta straightened, his aura shifting from cold to something far more terrifying. A shadowy figure seemed to loom behind him, a monstrous presence that radiated an overwhelming sense of dread.
One of the grunts, driven by panic, opened fire on Yuta. But Yuta was faster, evading the bullets and closing the distance between them in an instant. His fist collided with the grunt's face, knocking him out cold. The others snapped out of their stupor and charged, but Clara, Odette, and Charlie were ready. They sprang into action, cutting down the attackers with a coordinated fury that matched Yuta's intensity.
Charlie watched Yuta as they fought, her mind racing with questions. What was this power he wielded? And why did it feel so familiar, yet so alien? She shook the thoughts away as she focused on the fight, but the curiosity gnawed at her.
With the last of Bale's grunts dispatched, Yuta turned just in time to see Bale, now enraged, charging at him like a runaway train. Yuta braced himself, grabbing Bale by the horns and flipping him onto his back with a force that made the ground tremble. Bale roared in fury, quickly getting to his feet and charging again, this time with more power behind his attack.
But Yuta was ready. As Bale lunged, Yuta sidestepped, only for Bale to grab his ankle in a vice-like grip. Bale's massive hand crushed Yuta's ankle with a sickening crack before he hurled him into a concrete wall. Yuta hit the wall with a thud, but even as the pain shot through him, he didn't falter. He just stared back at Bale with those cold, unyielding eyes.
"Not so tough now, are you?" Bale sneered, pointing to Yuta's broken ankle.
Yuta let out a breath, his gaze never leaving Bale's. A voice echoed in his mind, familiar and comforting, despite the chaos around him.
"What's happening, Yuta?" Rika's voice whispered, but Yuta responded gently in his thoughts.
"Nothing, Rika… You keep resting. I've got this." As he spoke, the pink glow flared to life once more, and his ankle began to heal at an impossible rate. The bones knit together, the pain fading, leaving the onlookers stunned. Charlie, having witnessed this once before, still couldn't help but wonder what this power truly was.
Yuta stood, his eyes locking onto Bale with an intensity that made the bull demon take a step back, his confidence faltering for the first time.
Yuta and Bale squared off, the tension thickening the air between them. Bale, a towering beast of muscle and rage, sneered down at Yuta, his eyes glowing with a predatory hunger.
Despite his massive size, Bale moved with surprising speed, his hooves digging into the floor as he charged at Yuta, fists raised.
Charlie, Clara, and Odette watched from the sidelines, hearts pounding. Charlie's anxiety her curiosity, her mind racing. How strong is he? she wondered, her eyes glued to Yuta. Was he always this powerful, even when he was alive?
Clara and Odette, still catching their breath from the earlier confrontation, exchanged a worried glance. Clara had seen her fair share of fights in Hell, but this was different. "He's… something else," Clara muttered, unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle. Odette, usually quick with a sharp remark, stayed silent, her gaze fixed on Yuta.
Bale's massive fist swung towards Yuta like a wrecking ball, but Yuta's body reacted before his mind could catch up. He sidestepped the blow with a grace that belied his smaller frame, his movements fluid and instinctual. It's like my body remembers… Yuta thought, his mind flashing back to Lilith's words… The body is the soul, and the soul is the body… and they never forget.
"I've honed my cursed energy when I was alive… now I just need to remember…" He thought
Bale roared in frustration, spinning around with alarming speed for his size, his other fist coming down like a hammer. But Yuta was already moving, his body a blur as he ducked under the blow and delivered a swift kick to Bale's side. The impact was solid, but Bale barely flinched, his thick hide absorbing the force.
"You're fast, brat," Bale growled, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "But speed won't save you."
Yuta didn't respond, his focus narrowing as he dodged another wild swing. His mind was sharpening, each movement becoming more precise, more calculated. He began to notice the small openings in Bale's defense, the slight hesitations in his attacks. "He's strong, but predictable… I can use that."
Charlie's heart clenched as she watched Yuta move with a precision that bordered on supernatural. This isn't just some random strength, she thought, her anxiety deepening. There's something more… that cursed power her mother told her… what is it really?.
Bale's frustration grew with each missed attack. He lunged again, faster this time, aiming to overpower Yuta with sheer brute force. Yuta met the charge head-on, weaving through the barrage of punches with a focus that bordered on instinct. His body knew what to do—each movement was a dance he had rehearsed a thousand times over.
As Yuta dodged, ducked, and countered, flashes of memories flickered in his mind—vague, fragmented images of battles he couldn't fully remember. His hands moved on their own, deflecting Bale's blows with a precision that felt both familiar and foreign.
"Is this all you've got, Bale?" Yuta taunted, his voice calm despite the chaos around him. Bale's eyes narrowed, his temper flaring.
"You cocky little—" Bale's roar was cut short as Yuta closed the distance between them in an instant, his fist colliding with Bale's jaw in a blur of motion. The impact sent Bale stumbling back, shock flashing across his face.
Bale regained his footing, his expression darkening with rage. He charged again, his movements a mix of brute force and desperation. But Yuta was ready, his mind fully in sync with his body now. Every move Bale made seemed to slow down in Yuta's eyes, each attack predictable and easy to counter.
As Bale threw another punch, Yuta sidestepped, and with a fluid motion, he grabbed Bale's arm, twisting it behind the massive demon's back. Bale let out a bellow of pain, but Yuta didn't stop there. He spun Bale around and slammed his palm into the demon's chest, his cursed energy flaring to life.
There was a sensation growing within Yuta, something primal and fierce. It wasn't just the adrenaline coursing through his veins—it was a deeper connection, an awakening of instinct and power. Each movement he made felt fluid, precise, like he was dancing on the edge of something extraordinary. As he dodged and weaved through Bale's relentless attacks, he could feel himself slipping into a zone where everything made sense, where every action felt right.
Yuta's focus sharpened, the world around him fading into a blur as he zeroed in on the hulking form of Bale. The bull demon was relentless, each swing of his fists capable of breaking through concrete, but Yuta moved with a grace that defied the chaos. His body was reacting faster than his mind could process, each block, each evasion coming naturally, as if his muscles remembered something he had long forgotten.
Then, Yuta raised his fist, and for a moment, everything stopped. He could feel it—the cursed energy surging through him, coiling around his arm like a living thing. His eyes drifted shut as he breathed in, focusing all his power into his clenched fist. Bale's eyes widened in shock as black and red sparks began to crackle around Yuta's fist, the air around them distorting with the sheer force of the energy.
With a calm exhale, Yuta threw the punch. It connected with Bale's chest, and the world seemed to shatter. A Black Flash tore through the air, the impact resonating like a thunderclap as it struck the bull demon. Bale's massive form was sent reeling, his breath leaving him in a choked gasp as he fell to his knees. The once-unstoppable force was now at Yuta's mercy.
Charlie, Clara, and Odette watched in stunned silence, their minds struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed. The sheer power of Yuta's attack left them rooted to the spot, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"What… what was that?" Clara whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to process the sight of Bale, the feared bull demon, brought low by a single blow. The bravado she had carried moments ago was gone, replaced by a deep sense of awe.
Charlie's mind was racing, torn between a thousand emotions. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Yuta, her thoughts spiraling in a whirlwind of fear and admiration. How strong is he really? she wondered, her heart pounding in her chest. What kind of life did he lead before ending up in Hell? The question gnawed at her, the mystery of Yuta's past growing more unsettling with each display of his power.
Even Odette, who was usually quick to dismiss such feats with a snide remark, found herself at a loss for words. "He… he just took down Bale" she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. The words felt hollow, as if they couldn't fully capture the gravity of what had just happened.
Bale coughed, blood staining his lips as a twisted grin spread across his face. "How impressive… it's been a really long time since I've seen such raw strength in a sinner… such a long time… and the carnage you could cause… I can't imagine what you'll do."
But Yuta cut him off, his voice steady and cold. "Nothing" he said, the word carrying a finality that sent a chill through the air. Bale looked up at him, surprise flickering in his eyes. "I won't use my skills for my own pleasure. I'm simply not like that. But make no mistake," Yuta continued, his tone hardening as he stepped closer, "if someone messes with the people I care about… then they will die by my hand. After all, if you big shots in Hell are ready to take lives, then you should be ready to lose yours, right?"
With that, Yuta reached down, gripping Bale's horns with both hands. The bull demon's eyes widened in horror as Yuta began to pull, the tension growing as Bale's screams filled the air. Yuta's expression remained cold, his resolve unshaken as he ripped the horns from Bale's head, cursed energy flowing through his hands, and drove them into his eyes. Bale's screams were cut short, his body going limp as the life drained from him.
Yuta stood there for a moment, breathing heavily as he watched the lifeless form of Bale slump to the ground. The room was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint echo of Bale's last gasp. Slowly, Yuta backed away, his intense gaze softening as he turned to face Charlie and the others.
The usual worry returned to Yuta's face, the fierce determination from moments ago fading into something more familiar, more vulnerable. He looked at Charlie, his eyes searching for reassurance, but the weight of what he had done hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the power he carried within him—and the responsibility that came with it.
Charlie watched as the fierce resolve drained from Yuta's face, replaced by the familiar look of worry that she had come to recognize. The intensity of the battle faded, leaving behind the quiet aftermath, the echoes of Bale's last moments still ringing in her ears. Yuta's eyes met hers, searching for something—reassurance, understanding, perhaps even forgiveness. He looked like someone who had just stepped back from the edge of a precipice, unsure of the ground beneath him.
Charlie felt a pang of sympathy. He had just displayed a power that was beyond anything she had expected, a force so raw and terrifying that it shook even her. But as she gazed at him now, all she saw was the boy she had met not long ago, lost and unsure, thrust into a world of chaos and violence.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Her hand reached out, gently cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray smudge of dirt.
"Yuta," she whispered, her voice soft and full of warmth. "It's okay. You did what you had to do. You saved us."
His eyes searched hers, still clouded with uncertainty. "W-what am I? I moved… all on my own… like if I already fought before… what kind of things I did in my past-"
Charlie hugged him, interrupting him and gently runs her hand in his hair "Dont think that now… you did what you had to do, and thats all that matters" She lets off the hug as she smiles at him, Yuta was just… tearing up a bit from his eyes as he smiles too
Behind them, Clara and Odette were staring, their eyes wide with shock. Clara, usually so confident, was at a loss for words. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally managed to speak. "That… that was incredible," she said, her voice laced with disbelief. "I've never seen anything like that in my life."
Odette, who rarely showed emotion other than being brash, was equally stunned. "He just… took down Bale like it was nothing. I mean, who the hell are you?" Her question wasn't meant to be answered; it was more an expression of the sheer astonishment she felt.
Charlie turned slightly, still keeping a comforting hand on Yuta's shoulder as she addressed the sisters. "Yuta is… well, he's someone special," she said, her voice tinged with pride and something deeper.
Clara nodded slowly, her expression softening as she looked at Yuta with newfound respect. "Yeah… I can see that. You're different, Yuta. But in a good way. You saved us… and I'm not sure how we can ever repay you for that."
Yuta ponders for a moment before he innocently says while looking at Charlie
"I-its fine dont worry about it… I just did what I had to do"
Charlie told him before that this party would show him what hell is about... Yuta probably had a good idea now of what to expect from Hell...
End of Chapter
Writer: Aaand there we go, Yuta unleashed his Cursed energy, I will try to not make him very OP right off the bat because... well, where is the fun on that if there are no stakes?
Nooow two questions!
Hazbin Hotel as you know have their musicals which are essential part of the show, now, in freaking text, dunno how to pull it off, for now I used the lyrics of JJK0's opening just to get something and try, but how do you guys think I should handle it that aspect? I guess I could try to come up with something original for the times they sing... but maybe you will have a better idea on how to do it!
And as for the fights, agian, want to know how do you think I handled this one, if its bad or good, what do you recommend to make it better or have in mind when I do the fights, anything helps!
And think thats it for now, until next chapter then!