Chapter 2
Now it's time to see how they've adjusted to their new lives in their respective rings before the canon series of Hazbin Hotel, so let's get this party started!
First on the list is the Wrath Ring!
When it comes to strength, there are many forms: mental, emotional, and physical. Physical strength was the main thing in the Wrath Ring. It was a given, as brute strength was vital in warfare.
Which was Satan's specialty.
Ever since the Fall, he has been in charge of building and leading Hell's armies onto Earth to influence humankind. Naturally, as the centuries progressed, the wars became increasingly stagnant, with the New Maou and the Angel Faction coming to a stalemate as humans progressed.
But that didn't stop Satan's goal to keep the citizens in his Ring bulked up. He was the Sin of Wrath. A demon that thrived on destruction and war. Even when "peace" was made, there was always that lingering rage, the need to break something, to overpower those you consider your enemy.
To dominate.
To win.
Asmodeus said he was "overcompensating". Belphegor told him to take it easy. Beelzebub tried to get him into "less violent" hobbies. The rest didn't really care and left him alone. He preferred they all left him alone unless it was to fight, go to the gym, practice for the future Apocalypse, or attend one of the thousands of fighting tournaments he held within the Rings.
They didn't get it. Wrath was what he was. Even before the Fall. War was necessary, even if some failed to see it. Strength was more than "proving oneself."
It was surviving! It was continuing to live! The weak, as pitiful as they were, cannot be carried around on the backs of those who strived to push past the hardship. Not just physically but mentally. To stand against those who tried to break you.
But most didn't understand; they just saw an overly buffed demon and thought he was nothing more than a dumb jock trying to be the #1 man or demon. It's sad that most of his citizens only took Wrath to be physically strong. You can be the buffest, muscle-bound demon in all of Hell, but if you break under a little interrogation or fall to pieces over some words, then you're just as pathetic as a newborn.
That's how many of his army men are held back. They're strong, no doubt. But brains are not all there. Not that Lucifer cared as much. "Cannon fodder," he called them. And Satan didn't blame him. These weren't elite soldiers who could withstand Heaven's attack. Randomly charging into battle only helps so much unless one has a plan.
So, while the peasant farmers focused on muscle for manual labor, he and the higher demons in Los Santos focused on the technical and strategic side of war. They were studying Heaven's constantly evolving warfare, learning how to make their version of it—anything they could do should they ever battle against the still-residing Angels once more.
He was in his library, looking up the human history of warfare for possible future strategies. He had to be on top of everything. As he was reading, he noticed something strange.
Sons.
Sons going into war.
Satan knew that it's always been the males that God, his father, seemed to favor. Beezle actually called him a sexist asshole during the Great Rebellion once they were confronted. It was always the sons that had to fight. Never the daughters.
He remembered when Charlie was born. The joy Lucifer felt. How many would assume that it's a male? Even they all knew that was bullshit. But it made him wonder back then when he asked himself a question.
Should he, too, get an heir for his Ring?
War would eventually come, and with war came death. As history states, most of the time, the prodigies or sons of the generals would take over when their mentors or fathers passed. If something happened to him…
Well, the Ring would be thrown into chaos.
With the absence of Satan, there would be power-hungry demons hoping to take over the empire the God of Wrath had created. And since his Ring was filled with wrathful demons looking to dominate and become the best of the best, becoming the prince of Wrath would be a prize most would kill to take. Wars would break out in his Rings!
Well…more serious ones, but that's beside the point!
So, he needed to ensure that his estate was secured should one of their Heavenly siblings take him out. He already stretched out natural means. He wasn't interested in a wife, and he doubted he could find a surrogate who could carry his child to term with his power. Nor if he could sire children naturally. He wouldn't put it past Daddy-Dearest to sterilize them before they were kicked out.
That left adoption.
But how to find a suitable heir? Orphanages were obvious, but it would be pretty noticeable if the freakin' King of Wrath walked into an orphanage looking for a kid. While he was the least talked about Sin next to Sloth, he didn't want the media plastering his business for all of Hell to see.
Ugh, this was going to be a hassle! How would he even decide which child fit his needs? Was there a standard or curriculum for picking a child? Probably not. Otherwise, it would've been so much easier!
Honestly, it was very frustrating!
That was until he found him!
"Hey, Dad. Still reading about human warfare?" His son asked as Matsuda walked out of the hallway with a few bandages on his face, which made Satan chuckle at his heir, knowing he just came back from his morning workout with his girlfriend, who probably kicked his ass again.
"But of course. You can't be too prepared for when those pussy doves come down to Wrath one day."
"And yet, they're bound only to attack Pride," Matsuda said, knowing that the Sin of Wrath was cautious of the Angel Faction. It made sense to him since if the exorcists could attack the human realm as well as Pride, then what's stopping them from attacking Hellborn, Imps, or Hellhounds?
"For now, that is."
"Touché," Matsuda said before placing some breakfast down at his desk, which made Sin chuckle, knowing his son was concerned since he ate breakfast later than Matsuda.
Satan watched his son with a mixture of Pride and amusement. Matsuda, despite the bruises and bandages from his workout, had a sharp mind and a tactical approach to everything he did—a quality that made him stand out in a realm where brute strength reigned supreme. The boy had grown into a fine warrior, both mentally and physically, and while Satan didn't say it often, he was grateful to have an heir like him.
As Matsuda set down the breakfast, Satan leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the ancient texts spread out across his desk. "You've been sparring again. How'd it go with your girlfriend? What was her name? Sallie?" Satan asked, not bothering to hide the teasing note in his voice.
Matsuda rolled his eyes but smirked. "Close enough. It's Sallie May Tumbleweed. Her sister was Millie Tumbleweed before she left Wrath with that one guy. Moxxie, I think." Matsuda said, recalling the little guy who was more educated than many of the other Wrathians that the former human met during his time in Wrath.
Well, apart from that Striker guy who kept challenging him when he was around in Wrath.
"Sallie is as fierce as ever. Almost had me pinned this time."
"Almost?" Satan raised an eyebrow. "She's been besting you for a while now."
"I'm learning her moves," Matsuda said confidently, though there was a slight wince as he touched a bruise on his arm. "Besides, it keeps me sharp."
"Oh, please. You fell for her when she kicked your ass the first time." Satan said, knowing his son had a soft spot for strong women, which made the Sinner blush as he coughed in his napkin and drank some juice before he replied to his dad.
"I've still been improving."
Satan nodded approvingly. "Good. A warrior's mind needs constant sharpening, not just the body. That's why I study this," he gestured to the books on warfare. The angels may be arrogant, but they evolve and adapt. And so must we, especially since they got those fancy Holy Swords that are poison to our species."
Matsuda took a seat across from his father, his expression serious now. "Do you really think they'll come after Wrath? I mean, I get that they want to purge Hell, but Pride has always been their focus due to the overpopulation of Sinners in there. Lucifer is the one they want."
"For now," Satan replied, his voice low and thoughtful. "But power draws attention, boy. Wrath isn't just about muscle and fighting—it's about resilience, about never giving in. When they see how we prepare and how we've been building an army, they'll see us as a threat. And threats are eliminated."
Matsuda considered this, silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Then I need to step up my game. If something happens to you—"
"Nothing's going to happen to me," Satan interrupted, though there was a brief flicker of doubt in his eyes. "But you're right to prepare. If anything ever did, you'll need to be ready to defend what we've built here."
"I will be," Matsuda said firmly. "But… why didn't you tell me sooner that you were thinking about this? About having an heir?"
Satan sighed, leaning forward. "I didn't want you to feel pressured. You've got your path to walk. But now that you're here, strong and sharp enough to handle it, I think you're ready to take on more responsibility. This isn't just about fighting, Matsuda. It's about leading."
Matsuda met his father's gaze, his resolve hardening. "I won't let you down, Dad."
Satan smiled, a rare and fleeting expression on his typically stern face. "I know you won't."
As the two sat in the quiet of the library, the weight of their future lingered between them. Both knew that the battles ahead wouldn't just be fought with fists and weapons—they would be wars of strategy, survival, and leadership. And while Satan may have been the King of Wrath, his son was quickly proving himself to be a worthy successor, ready to take up the mantle when the time came.
"So when are you going to bring her over so I can challenge her?" Satan asked with a toothy grin, making Matsuda groan at his dad's question.
"Dad!" Matsuda said that since he has yet to tell Sallie, he's the Prince of Wrath. He doesn't want to be seen as a blue-blooded royal who looks down on their kind.
Also, since he knows his old man would embarrass him, Sallie should ask some personal questions about him, which is one conversation he wants to avoid.
Now it's time to check out Greed.
The cityscape of the Greed Ring glimmered below Motohama's towering penthouse office. Unlike the brutal streets of Wrath or the indulgent fantasies of Lust, Greed was a game of calculated moves, where power came not through fists but through deals, alliances, and betrayals.
Motohama, a snake in more than just his species, had played this game masterfully. His rise from a small-time businessman to the ruler of a sprawling criminal empire was the stuff of legend in the underworld. And he owed some of it to one being: Mammon, the Sin of Greed.
Motohama leaned back in his leather chair, his long serpentine body coiling comfortably as he let his eyes wander over the vast city.
He could still remember when it all started.
Mammon saw something in him—a spark of ambition and a talent for manipulation and business—and decided to invest a small piece of his massive wealth in Motohama's first venture. At the time, it seemed like a minor gesture from the Sin of Greed. But Motohama had taken that seed money and turned it into something far greater.
He had started by taking down one of the Five Head Crime Families, slowly absorbing their assets and consolidating power.
That first kill was the hardest, and he did it with finesse. The family he targeted underestimated him and thought him nothing more than a nuisance in the grand scheme of things. He let them believe that while he bought out their soldiers, turned their accountants, and poisoned their allies.
By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late. Motohama didn't just take over their territory—he made their wealth his own. Their firepower became his, and their influence, once fractured, was now centralized under his growing empire.
One by one, the other families fell. He took his time, learned from his mistakes, and applied pressure when it was needed. He amassed not just weapons but knowledge. He knew the dirty secrets of every underboss and every lieutenant and used them to his advantage. But when it came to Crimson Knowlastname, things became more complicated.
Crimson, Moxxie's father, wasn't like the others. He was cruel and domineering, but he also had a strange attachment to his son, something Motohama couldn't quite understand at first.
Motohama had initially viewed Crimson as just another obstacle. But when he learned more about the toxic influence the man had on Moxxie, something clicked in him—a rare moment of empathy. He saw a younger version of himself in Moxxie, a man burdened by the expectations and control of those stronger than him.
So, when it came time to eliminate Crimson, Motohama decided to make it… poetic.
"I think you'll find this arrangement fair," Motohama had said to Crimson, his voice smooth and measured like a snake coiling around its prey. "Your empire in exchange for a peaceful retirement. You've run things for long enough. It's time for someone with fresh ideas."
Crimson had scoffed, not realizing the danger he was in. But Motohama had planned everything perfectly. That night, Crimson was taken out quietly. "Sent to the fishes," as the saying went. But it wasn't about revenge or cruelty—Motohama genuinely believed he was doing Moxxie a favor. With Crimson out of the picture, Moxxie was free to live his own life, unburdened by his father's shadow.
Motohama had taken a deep dive into Crimson's finances after the hit, keeping only what was profitable and discarding the rest. He had no interest in sentimental family businesses or old-fashioned investments. Everything had to serve a purpose, and it had to generate power or wealth. His empire was efficient, sleek, and constantly growing.
As he sat back in his chair, Motohama glanced at the clock on his desk. He had a meeting in a few hours, but his mind wandered to his old friends: Matsuda, Aika, and Issei. After months of being apart, they had all been reunited recently, and each had their own stories of power and influence. It was ironic, really. In life, they had been close-knit, never imagining they'd all end up in Hell. And now, here they were—the Disciples of four of the Seven Deadly Sins.
They had met up in the Ring of Sloth, a neutral area for them to relax without the weight of their respective responsibilities. The memory brought a rare smile to Motohama's face. It had been good to see them again, especially after learning they each had become representatives of a Sin, just like him.
Matsuda, now the chosen heir of Wrath, carried the burden of war on his shoulders. Aika, a cunning and delectable force in Gluttony, had become a favorite of Beelzebub, especially when the Queen of the Hellhounds even adopted Aika as her daughter. And Issei, their ever-loyal friend, thrived under Asmodeus in Lust, his powers growing alongside his appetite for pleasure since he had a small harem in Lust and discovered that he was bisexual but mostly into women.
Which was the same for Aika and Matsuda, but Motohama has his eyes on women alone.
Regardless of sexuality, they were all rising to power, each in their way, just as they had dreamed when they were alive. Motohama chuckled to himself, thinking of how far they had come. It had been a strange, twisted journey, but in the end, they had found success, even if it was in the depths of Hell.
Pulling his thoughts back to the present, Motohama extinguished his cigar and straightened his suit. He had more work to do and more deals to make. His empire wasn't going to run itself, after all. But as he stood and looked out once more over the gleaming city, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The snake had climbed the ladder of power, and now there was no one left to challenge him.
And with his friends by his side, each of them growing stronger in their domains, Hell would soon learn that the Disciples of the Sins were a force to be reckoned with.
Especially the Angels who damned them to Hell.
Now for the Daughter of Gluttony, Aika Kiryuu.
Aika Kiryuu stirred in her plush, oversized bed, the soft silk sheets brushing against her skin as she stretched lazily. The faint smell of freshly baked pastries and sweet syrups wafted through the air, a typical morning scent in the Ring of Gluttony. She smiled to herself, snuggling deeper into the luxurious blankets. Life here was a far cry from the world she had left behind, and that was exactly how she wanted it.
In her human life, Aika lived in wealth but not happiness. Her parents were rich, yes, but their absence left a hole in her heart that no amount of money or luxury could fill. Her father had loved her and tried to be present when he could, but business often took him away. Her mother, however, had been a different story. Cold, distant, and determined to mold Aika into a reflection of herself—strong, ruthless, and focused on business. But Aika never wanted that. Her mother's expectations had suffocated her, and she'd rebelled in the only way she knew how: by becoming the infamous "Perverted Female Glasses" in school, embracing her freedom and sexuality, rejecting the stiff and proper image her mother had forced on her.
But all of that was in the past. Here, in Gluttony, she was free. Free to indulge in everything she had once denied herself, free to embrace pleasure and excess without guilt. And she had found something far more meaningful than wealth: family.
Aika opened her eyes and gazed around her room, the golden light filtering through the gauzy curtains, illuminating the feast that had been set out on a long table near the wall. She smiled again, this time wider. Life in Gluttony wasn't just about indulgence—it was about comfort, warmth, and belonging. Something she had never felt before. And it was all thanks to her new mother figure, the Sin of Gluttony herself—Bee-Elzebub.
The thought of her mother figure made her heart swell with warmth. Beelzebub, known for her jovial and carefree nature, had taken Aika under her wing, offering the love and care Aika had never received from her mother. Here in Hell, the relationships were unconventional, but the connection between her and Beelzebub was genuine. Where her human mother had tried to mold her into something she wasn't, Bee had let Aika flourish as herself.
Just as Aika was about to get up, the door to her room opened, and Beelzebub walked in, a wide smile on her face. The Sin of Gluttony was as radiant as ever, her large, insect-like wings fluttering gently behind her, her golden hair cascading in waves over her shoulders. She carried an aura of warmth and generosity, and her presence alone filled the room with energy.
"Good morning, my sweet," Beelzebub greeted, her voice full of affection as she made her way to Aika's bed. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around her, pulling Aika into a tight embrace. Her touch was warm, almost maternal, and Aika felt her entire body relax into the hug.
Aika's heart swelled as she returned to the embrace, feeling safe and loved in a way she never had before. "Good morning, Mom," Aika murmured into her chest, closing her eyes and savoring the moment. Beelzebub's hugs were always like this—warm, comforting, and full of genuine affection—nothing like the stiff, businesslike interactions she had with her human mother.
Beelzebub pulled back slightly, her golden eyes filled with warmth as she looked down at Aika. "Did you sleep well, dear? I had some fresh pastries brought in for breakfast, and I thought we could share them before starting the day."
Aika nodded, smiling up at her. "I slept great, thanks. And that sounds perfect. You always know how to spoil me."
Beelzebub chuckled, her wings twitching with amusement. "Well, that is part of being the Queen of Gluttony. But I'm glad to see you happy, Aika. You deserve to enjoy life after everything you've been through."
Aika's heart softened at her words. Beelzebub had always understood her more than her birth mother ever did. Here in Gluttony, Aika didn't need to be strong or ruthless to survive. She could be herself, indulge in her desires, and live without the pressures of her former life. And Beelzebub had been there for her every step of the way, offering guidance, love, and understanding.
They made their way to the table, where a variety of pastries, fruits, and other delectable treats were laid out. As they sat down together, Aika felt a deep sense of contentment wash over her. This was home now—this place, these moments. She was no longer Aika Kiryuu, the rebellious girl trying to escape her mother's expectations. She was Aika of Gluttony, a beloved daughter of one of Hell's most powerful Sins, free to live her life as she pleased.
As they ate and chatted about the day ahead, Aika couldn't help but think about her friends. Matsuda, Issei, and Motohama—each of them had found their place in Hell, rising to power just as she had. It was funny how they had all been drawn to the Sins that suited them best. They had even met up not too long ago in Sloth, a neutral zone where they could relax and catch up without any of the pressures of their respective domains.
She wondered how they were doing now. No doubt, they were just as busy as she was, building their empires in Hell, each in their way. But no matter how far they went or how much power they gained, Aika knew they would always have each other. The bonds they had forged in life hadn't broken in death. If anything, they were stronger now.
But for now, as she looked over at Beelzebub, her new mother, Aika, felt nothing but gratitude. Gratitude for this new life, this new family, and the freedom to finally be herself.
And she wouldn't trade it for anything.
Beelzebub leaned back in her chair, savoring a bite of a glazed pastry before glancing at Aika with a warm smile. "So, sweetie, what's on your agenda for today?" she asked, her tone light and affectionate as she watched Aika pick at her breakfast.
Aika stretched her arms over her head, feeling the tension ease out of her shoulders. "I'm actually going to hang out with Loona today," she said, smiling at the thought of her friend. "She asked for the day off from her dad's company, so we figured we'd spend some time together. She's been really stressed lately, and, well, you know how Blitzø is," Aika added with a chuckle.
Beelzebub raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Blitzø can be… a handful, to say the least," she said with a knowing grin. "But I'm glad you're making friends, especially with someone like Loona. She's got a good heart, even if she doesn't show it all the time."
Aika nodded, her smile growing softer. "Yeah, she's been through a lot, but we get along. It's nice to have a friend who gets what it's like to, you know… adjust to things down here, especially since she's been through Hell due to the orphanage she was in."
Beelzebub reached out and gently patted Aika's hand. "I'm happy for you, darling. Friends like that are important, especially in a place like Hell."
They continued eating for a few minutes in comfortable silence, but Aika could sense there was something on her mother's mind. Beelzebub was never the type to beat around the bush for long, though, so Aika waited patiently. Sure enough, after a few more bites, Beelzebub cleared her throat and gave Aika a more serious look.
"Actually, speaking of plans," Beelzebub started, her tone shifting slightly, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you. A favor, really. It came in from Pride, from your cousin, Charlie."
Aika blinked, setting down her fork. "Charlie? Lucifer's daughter?" She tilted her head, intrigued but cautious. "What's this about?"
Beelzebub sighed, her wings fluttering gently behind her as she explained. "Charlie's been working on something she calls the 'Happy Hotel.' She's… trying to redeem souls so they can enter Heaven. She believes it's the only way to stop the exterminations. She thinks if enough souls get redeemed, Heaven will stop sending down the exorcists to kill us off."
Aika froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. The fork in her hand clattered against her plate. "What?! Does she want to redeem souls? To go to Heaven?" Her voice trembled with a mix of shock and anger. She could already feel the familiar sting of rage bubbling up inside her. "You're telling me she thinks we can be saved by the very place that sent those exorcists to wipe us out?"
Beelzebub nodded slowly, her expression calm though there was a flicker of sympathy in her eyes. "That's her idea, yes. And she specifically asked for you and your friends to see the hotel. She thinks you all might be able to help."
Aika's fists clenched, her jaw tightening. "No way. No way. I'd rather die again than go anywhere near the place those exorcists come from!" Her voice grew louder as her anger flared. The memories of her human life came rushing back—of how meaningless her death had felt, how those celestial beings, supposed to be 'divine,' hadn't even blinked as they condemned her to Hell.
Beelzebub leaned forward slightly, her expression softening as she tried to soothe Aika's frustration. "I understand why you feel that way, Aika. Really, I do. The exorcists are brutal, and it's not fair what they've done to us. But this could be a way to help others avoid that same fate. Charlie's intentions are good, even if the idea seems impossible."
Aika shook her head, her face still tight with anger. "Good intentions don't change what happened to us. They don't stop the fact that those 'holy' bastards will exterminate anyone without a second thought. I'm not about to walk into some hotel and pretend like that can be undone."
Beelzebub reached out, placing a gentle hand on Aika's arm. "I'm not asking you to decide right now. I want you to think about it. There's still time before the next extermination—about six months. Maybe you'll feel differently by then."
Aika sighed, her anger simmering but not quite gone. She looked down at her hands, her mind racing. The idea of helping others avoid the same fate was tempting, in a way, but the thought of anything to do with Heaven—those who had been complicit in sending her and countless others to Hell—made her blood boil.
"I'll think about it," Aika muttered, though her voice was still tense. "But don't get your hopes up."
Beelzebub smiled warmly, leaning in to give Aika another comforting hug. "That's all I ask, sweetie. Just think about it. And no matter what you decide, I'll be here for you."
Aika leaned into the embrace, feeling the warmth and security her mother always brought. Even if she didn't have all the answers right now, at least Aika knew she had someone who understood her, someone who wouldn't push her into anything she wasn't ready for.
"Thanks, Mom," she murmured.
As the warmth of Beelzebub's hug enveloped her, Aika's mind swirled with thoughts of the future—of redemption, revenge, and whether there was any hope for souls like hers in a place like Hell.
And finally, it was time to check out the Prince of Lust.
The Lust Ring was always humming with a particular energy, but inside Issei's room, it was still quiet—until, of course, Kiki decided to remedy that. The Succubus stretched luxuriously, her tail slowly uncoiling from around Issei's waist as she yawned. Her gaze flickered toward the Lust-themed cuckoo clock as it chirped and groaned, signaling the start of the day. With a sly smile, Kiki swung her legs out of bed, giving Issei's still-sleeping form a fond look.
He really could sleep through anything.
Kiki knew the one thing that could wake him up with more than just a soft nudge. She grabbed the air horn, gave it a good shake, and, without hesitation, blasted it. The blare echoed in the room, and Issei groaned, rolling over with mumbled protests and insults under his breath. His face scrunched up, clearly displeased at being ripped out of his slumber.
"Oh, come on, big guy," Kiki teased, leaning down to kiss him on the lips, her way of softening the rude awakening. "Good morning, sleepyhead."
Issei grunted in response, his lips curving into a lazy smile from the kiss. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice gravelly from sleep. Despite hating mornings, he could never resist Kiki's affectionate touch. He finally pushed himself out of bed, stretching his dragon-like frame as he reached for his morning salvation—coffee. He rubbed at his eyes, feeling the weight of last night still lingering in his body.
From the other side of the bed, Verosika stirred, stretching in a very deliberate and exaggerated way. She let out a satisfied moan as she arched her back, drawing Issei's attention. "Mmm, last night was fun," she purred, sliding out of the covers and standing up with a sultry smile.
Issei's face immediately flushed, memories of the previous night rushing back. Verosika sauntered over to him, her hips swaying as she closed the distance. Her mischievous grin widened as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "So," she purred into his ear, her voice dripping with amusement, "how'd you like getting pegged, huh?"
Issei's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and he looked away, utterly flustered. "I-I mean, it was… uh…" His response came out jumbled and awkward, the embarrassment clear on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to compose himself but failing miserably. "Y-you know, it was... it was fine, I guess," he stammered, eyes darting everywhere except Verosika's.
Verosika chuckled, clearly enjoying his reaction as she leaned in closer. "You're so cute when you get all flustered like that," she teased, pressing her body against his.
Issei, still red-faced, could feel the heat from her body but was saved by his self-discipline. He gently tapped her on the forehead with his finger, giving her a sheepish but firm smile. "Business before pleasure, Verosika. I've got work to do," he said, trying to regain his composure.
Verosika pouted, her lips forming into an exaggerated frown. "Ugh, fine," she sighed dramatically, stepping back but still maintaining her playful energy. "But don't forget, you owe me later."
As Issei moved toward the kitchen area to grab his much-needed coffee, Verosika started prepping herself for the day, stretching once more before heading off to work on her latest song. Meanwhile, Kiki was already slipping into her business attire, which managed to highlight her assets in a way that made her look both professional and undeniably sexy. She gave Issei a knowing look as she adjusted her blouse, clearly enjoying the effect her outfit had on him.
Issei took a deep breath, letting the aroma of his coffee wake him up a bit more before he turned his attention to Kiki. "Alright," he said, feeling more awake. "What's on the agenda for today?"
Kiki finished smoothing out her skirt and gave him a wink. "Well, you've got a meeting with Asmodeus in a couple of hours about the expansion of the entertainment district. He's been talking about making Lust more… interactive for visiting demons, if you catch my drift."
Issei nodded, sipping his coffee. "Figures. Anything else?"
Kiki tapped her chin, thinking. "Let's see… Verosika's got her new song recording, but that's more on her schedule. As for you, after the meeting, you've got a few potential new businesses to check out and some investments to review, and later tonight, Asmodeus is throwing a party. He wants you there."
Issei groaned internally. Another party. Being the Lust Ring's dragon Sinner had its perks, sure, but the endless parties and social gatherings could be exhausting. "Great," he said with a small sigh. "Another chance to be paraded around."
Kiki chuckled, walking over and placing a hand on his arm. "You're a star down here, babe. Everyone wants a piece of you."
Issei smirked despite himself. "Yeah, yeah. I guess I'd better get ready for all that then."
He gulped down the last of his coffee, knowing full well that the day ahead would be just another in the endless swirl of Lust's chaos. But at least he had his crew—Kiki, Verosika, and even Asmodeus—keeping things interesting.
As Issei sipped his coffee, his thoughts drifted back to his first night in the Lust Ring. Back then, he was a far cry from the confident figure he had become. He was lost, confused, and more than a little scared. Lust wasn't just another ring of Hell—it was a world of overwhelming sensations, desires, and temptations, and Issei had no idea how to navigate it.
It was then that Asmodeus had come to him.
The Sin of Lust wasn't what Issei expected at all. Sure, Asmodeus was elegant and suave, the embodiment of everything Lust stood for, but there was something deeper there. He wasn't just some hedonistic overlord looking to indulge in endless pleasures. No, Asmodeus had an understanding of Lust that was almost artistic, a philosophy that intrigued Issei from the start.
That night, Asmodeus had approached him, sensing his uncertainty. He introduced himself with a warm smile, offering not just power but a hand of guidance. Issei had been wary at first, unsure of what this Sin could want from him. But Asmodeus, ever the charmer, invited Issei to his home to talk, sensing the boy's reluctance.
It was there, in the lavish home of Lust's ruler, that Asmodeus explained his interest in Issei. The Sin revealed that, in many ways, they were similar. Both of them had a deep, natural understanding of what Lust truly was—something more than just raw desire or carnal pleasure. Asmodeus confessed that part of his reason for wanting Issei was his envy. He had always wanted a child to pass down his knowledge and understanding of Lust, especially after hearing Lucifer constantly brag about his daughter, Charlie, when she was young. But unlike Lucifer, who had a more traditional heir, Asmodeus didn't want just any child. He wanted someone who would truly appreciate Lust, not just as a tool of corruption but as an art form—a force to be harnessed with respect and consent.
Issei had been surprised at how much this resonated with him. After all, in his old life, people had constantly misunderstood him, assuming he was just some lust-driven pervert with no thought for the feelings of others. Sure, he'd made plenty of mistakes, and he cringed at the memory of some of his actions, but deep down, he always wanted more than just physical attraction. He wanted love and Lust intertwined, with both sides willing and enthusiastic.
Asmodeus had seen that in him.
After their conversation, Asmodeus personally introduced Issei to the Lust Ring, making sure he adjusted smoothly to his new life. It was overwhelming at first, but having someone like Asmodeus backing him up gave Issei a sense of security. It was during this time that he met Verosika.
When he first saw her, she was performing on stage, her voice sultry and powerful as she sang to the adoring crowd. There was something magnetic about her presence but also something vulnerable just beneath the surface. Issei could tell right away that she wasn't just some celebrity who basked in the attention. She had been hurt deeply by someone she trusted and loved, and that pain radiated through her music.
He understood that all too well.
In his old life, Issei had faced rejection time and again, mostly because of his reputation. Women didn't take him seriously, viewing him as nothing more than a joke, and he knew that some of it was his own doing. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Like Verosika, Issei had been scarred by his past, and over time, the two of them found solace in one another.
Their friendship blossomed quickly, both of them offering the other a kind of healing they hadn't expected to find in the Lust Ring. Verosika saw past Issei's insecurities, and Issei, in turn, helped her see that not all men were selfish or manipulative. He was patient, caring, and respectful—qualities that Verosika hadn't experienced in a long time.
Their friendship eventually grew into love.
Issei still remembered the night Verosika discovered his old dream of having a harem—a dream he used to joke about back when he was alive. She had been amused, of course, teasing him about how he'd handle a group of women. Her reaction had made Issei laugh nervously, but his answer had been sincere. He wanted real connections, ones built on mutual love, trust, and, of course, consent. He wanted his relationships to be about more than just Lust—they needed to be meaningful.
That night, Verosika had taken his words to heart.
Flashback.
It had been one of those nights after Verosika's performance, the kind where the energy in the Lust Ring still hummed around them, even in the quiet of her bedroom. Issei lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the warmth of her body nestled against his side. Her head rested on his chest, and the rhythm of her breathing matched the slow beat of his heart.
She'd been teasing him earlier, making light of the flustered way he had cheered for her during her concert. But as the conversation shifted to more personal matters, they began sharing stories of their pasts. It was during that moment of vulnerability that Issei had let it slip.
"I had this dream back when I was alive," Issei had said, his voice a mix of nervousness and nostalgia. "I wanted a harem."
Verosika had stopped tracing her fingers across his chest for a moment, tilting her head up to look at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "A harem, huh? Do girls surround you? All of them vying for your attention?"
Her teasing tone made him laugh, but he knew where this was headed. His face turned a shade of red as he tried to explain. "It wasn't like that," he said quickly. "I mean, sure, yeah, it sounds pervy when I say it like that, but I didn't just want... you know, to sleep around. I wanted something real."
Verosika's smirk softened a little, curiosity replacing the playful gleam in her eyes. "Real? What do you mean, Issei?"
He took a deep breath, trying to put his feelings into words. "I always thought if I ever had a harem, it wouldn't just be about... sex. It'd be about love, too. Real connection, you know? Everyone would be in it because they wanted to be, not because they were forced or tricked. I wanted it to be mutual."
Verosika remained quiet, her fingers resuming their slow, comforting strokes across his skin. Issei could feel her considering his words, the air between them growing more serious.
"And how would you treat these girls, then?" she asked suddenly, her tone dropping into something lower, more intimate. "If you had this harem, how would you balance love and lust, Issei?"
Issei blinked, caught off guard by the directness of her question. His face flushed a deeper red as he stammered, trying to form an answer. "Well, uh... I'd make sure they were all happy, y'know? Not just in the obvious ways but in caring for them. Treat them with respect. Make sure they feel loved. And, uh, show them how much I cared in all the right ways."
He gave her a nervous chuckle, unsure if he sounded stupid or sincere. But to his surprise, Verosika's eyes gleamed with something new. Something predatory.
"I like that," she murmured, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she slid up his body, her face hovering just inches from his. "I like a man who knows how to treat a woman right."
Issei's breath hitched as she leaned closer, her warm breath tickling his ear. Before he could respond, Verosika whispered, her voice dripping with both affection and Lust.
"How about you stop dreaming... and let me show you what it's like to really live."
Lemon Scene
Verosika then cupped his cheeks and captured his lips as she started kissing him passionately, making Issei widen his eyes briefly in surprise before his eyes then closed and kissed back while wrapping his muscled arms around Verosika's waist holding the Succubus close as they pressed their bodies against each other, they slowly exchanging their kisses as passion and slow-lust slowly building up inside their core with her start letting a soft moan that was mixed with a low groan, they then opened their mouth and let their tongues out starting exchanging and wrestling leading slow hot make-out.
The two continued kissing and making out with their bodies heating until Verosika broke the make-out session, leaving a string of saliva stuck on their lips while panting heavily, letting some steam out as they stared at each other in passion and Lust.
"Mmmm~ not bad~ just need few practices in kissing but overall I liked it~," Verosika said sultry, making Issei smile slightly bashful before he then watched as Verosika slowly and seductively slid down from his body until she got off him and sat on her knees as she then goes to grab her cloth and start shaking her hips sensually slow leaving Issei in a trance as Succubus soon throws her clothes one by one until eventually it revealed something that made Issei feel his throat went dry and sudden strong hunger desire as he stared at Verosika's nude form.
Verosika sports the body of a model, a perfect curvy yet voluptuous body with a slim waist and wide-curvy hips, a voluminous sized heart-shaped ass cheeks, and unusual bigger G-cup breasts smooth in her groin area with slight drooling puffy red pussy, thick thighs, and flat tummy.
Seeing the look on Issei's made Verosika giggle at his cute reaction and smirk sensually.
"Do you like what do you see~? Tell me, am I desirable~" Verosika said before asking coyly, causing Issei not to trust his word and nod, making the singer succubus hum in please before she got close and grabbed his shirt before suddenly, she shredded the shirt apart, catching Issei off guard while Verosika purred as she trailed her finger at his outline muscles of strong fighter, perfect chiseled muscled chest, and visible eight-pack toned abs it made Verosika feel the desire to eat Issei so much.
She then leaned on Issei and pressed her jiggly, squishy, and soft breasts against his chest, making Issei feel a sudden shudder of having actual contact with the flesh of milky breasts pressing against him for the first time. He starts groaning in bliss as the Succubus starts teasingly rubbing her wet pussy against the pitch-tent, damping the pants in the process and feeling the hardness behind the coffined cloth pants, exciting Verosika further.
"Mmmm~ someone is so exciting~ I can feel your little 'friend' twitching and want to come out~," The Succubus said sultry, making Issei groan before she slowly trails down while starting leaving a trail of kisses on his body behind until she reached to his pants and grabbed before goes to pull down.
SMACK~!
Verosika suddenly hitched her breath as her pupils dilated heavily in shock, awe, disbelief, and intensely lustful as something very huge and meaty smacked against her face with strong, heavy masculine musk.
Issei was sporting a 17 inches length and 7 inches girth thick cock with smooth hairless mature grapefruit-sized testicles.
'Dear Lucifer! That is fucking biggest dick I ever seen and it's so thick! Fucking Hell, just seeing that up so close…..it is making my mind so fuzzy...and that smell…...Mmmm~! That powerful musk…..it's like an alpha lust dragon! I so fucking want to eat it!' Verosika thought, lustfully crazed with her heavy dilated pupils turned heart-glowing symbols, and immediately started licking his cock, ravishing every cock flesh. The tip, too, causes Issei to groan in heavenly blessing, getting his first experience of a blowjob.
"How the fuck do you hide this?" Verosika asked in between the blowjob until he groaned his response.
"My dad gave me some special underwear to keep it hidden," Issei said. At the same time, Verosika continued ravishing Issei's cock licking non-stop until it was fully lubricated, and barely wrapped her hand around the base before going to stroke up, causing a white-jazz thick pre-cum to ooze out from the tip in which Verosika goes to lick the pre-cum making her humming.
Normally, it would taste salty and bitter, but strangely, Issei's semen has the taste of a spicy flavor, which made Verosika feel like she wanted to taste more of this flavor. So she begins giving Issei her first experience of a handjob.
Soon the sound of Verosika's room was filled with lewd slurping and Issei's constant sexual groan as the Succubus kept licking and stroking the cock at the same time while enjoying the taste of spicy flavor from his pre-cum that was now drooling from the tip.
After ravishing him, She then stopped licking. She grabbed her breasts before wrapping around the cock, causing Issei to gasp loudly as he felt his genitals being sandwiched by pair of Succubus's breasts. Soon, Verosika then starts pumping his cock by sliding her breasts up and down giving an amazing boobjob.
"Mmm~ you like that, yeah~? Do you like having a nice pair of breasts sandwiching your cock like this~?" Verosika said lustfully, enjoying the sound of a groan from Issei and her breasts being covered in Issei's drooling pre-cum.
"N-n-nghhh~! Y-yes~! I-it feel s-so good~!" Issei admitted as he groaned happily, enjoying this amazing sexual first experience of boobjob.
Verosika then starts increasing her pacing, sliding her breasts up and down faster and faster. Issei nearly rolled his eyes while his cock slowly started twitching madly until Issei couldn't hold himself any longer. Soon, he started busting his nuts, shooting a huge load of semen in the air for a moment before spraying on Verosika's breasts, head, hair, and even her face as she opened her mouth, letting some semen of his splash inside her mouth and her tongue that's out.
Splurt~!
Splurt~!
Splurt~!
Splurt~!
Issei kept cumming over and over until the orgasm slowly subsided, leaving him heaving and breathing a bit heavier. At the same time, Verosika, who had just showered in Cum-shower moaned happily and even had a mini-orgasm feeling the warmth and thickness of cum that was coating her skin along with her face giving a facial face. Her breasts are now also covered in sticky white-jazz.
"Mmmm~! S-so much~! Y-you came so much~!" Verosika said while breathing heavily and lustfully smiling as she tasted the semen from her skin, making her shudder even further, wanting to taste more~
She saw his cock still hard and twitching, making her smile lustfully further before taking her cum-coated breasts off his cock and going on top of him while holding his cock and aiming at her pussy. She then starts rubbing her slit a few times before slamming herself downright, taking the whole cock deep inside of her, even breaching her cervix and straightly inside her womb area, causing a visible bulge on her belly.
Verosika moaned loudly while nearly crossing her eyes with Issei also groaned and hissed too, feeling the sudden tightness of the inner muscles pussy that was snuggling his cock.
"FUCK~! S-SO TIGHT~!"
"NNNNGHHH~! S-SO DEEP INSIDE~!"
Verosika's body was shuddering uncontrollably due to how deep Issei's cock was inside her pussy along with her womb before she then lifted her hips and started riding immediately, which caused Issei to grab her hips as she rose and slammed up and down, sliding his cock deep inside. At the same time, his cock-head kept hitting her womb directly, sending a strong jolt of pleasure electricity.
Soon, the room's scent is filled with sex, sexual moans, groaning, and bodily fluids as two sinners now having intercourse together, enjoying pure sexual pleasure as well as passionate love.
Verosika is now riding his cock faster and harder with her fat ass cheeks that rippled and jiggled from constant smack by Issei's heavy big, virility testicles.
"NNGHHH~! YES, YES, YES~! M-MORE~! MORE~! KEEP THE BALL DEEP, ME~! FUCK ME SO HARD~! I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME NOT TO WALK FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE~!" Verosika lewdly and erotically said with a happy, teary-blissed, pleasured expression.
Plap~!
Plap~!
Plap~!
Plap~!
Plap~!
Plap~!
The sound of skin smacking another skin erotically echoed in the room as Issei, on instinct, held Verosika's hips firmly and immediately balled deep her hitting directly inside her womb, causing the singer succubus to squeal loudly and happily while shuddering and start squirting letting, feminine cum spraying coating Issei and Verosika's abdomens together as he still busy ball-deeping until his balls were churning. Then he let another load, this time bigger and thicker.
SPLURT~!
SPLURT~!
SPLURT~!
SPLURT~!
SPLURT~!
"AHHHHHHHH~! YESSSSSSSS~!" Verosika screamed as she threw her head backward while flexibly bending her back backward as Issei kept shooting more and more cum, creampie her pussy in the process. Soon his excessive cum splattered out, coating Verosika's outer fold pussy along with her inner thighs and in Issei's semen.
After the strong orgasm subsided, Issei then let Verosika's hips go with the Succubus, who now fell on top of him as both of them breathed heavily and heaved while sweating after their first intense sex.
"Haaaa….haaaa….haaa~ t-that was a-amazing…." Verosika said through her panting, while Issei could only groan and nod silently.
"….I love you Issei….don't you forget it." *Verosika said with a passionate and loving tone before her eyes dropped down as fatigue caught her up while Issei had briefly wide-eyed hearing this confession.
Lemon Scene End
And just like that, the night had changed. Issei wasn't sure what he'd expected, but what Verosika gave him was something beyond his wildest fantasies. She was passionate, yes, but there was something more. It wasn't just about Lust or desire. She'd taken his V card with an intimacy that went beyond the physical, showing him how love and Lust could intertwine in ways he hadn't fully understood before.
He could still hear her words from that night echoing in his mind: "I love you, Issei. Don't you forget it?"
Issei had been stunned, his heart pounding as he held her close afterward. It wasn't just the physical connection that had left him breathless. It was the realization that for the first time in his life, he had found someone who truly saw him for who he was—not just as a lust-driven boy, but as someone deserving of love and respect.
End Flashback.
Issei smiled at the memory, finishing the last of his coffee. He turned to Kiki, who was now fully dressed and waiting for him. "Alright," he said, feeling ready to tackle the day. "Let's get this show on the road."
"Gladly," Kiki said before stopping as if she remembered something. "Oh, and a letter came in the mail to you. Apparently, it's from your secret admirer."
Issei groaned, knowing who it was before Kiki left Issei to read it while he was getting changed since magic was very helpful when it came to getting ready for business.
Issei groaned loudly, already knowing who it was without even glancing at the letter. His head fell into his hands. "Why… why does she keep doing this?"
Kiki chuckled softly, leaving Issei to deal with the letter as he moved to get changed. With a flick of his wrist, a subtle glow surrounded him as his clothes shifted and transformed—an enchantment that made getting ready for business much easier.
The letter sat on his desk, mocking him with its overly ornate, perfumed envelope. The paper shimmered in a way only celestial materials did, and he didn't need to open it to know who had sent it. He'd been dealing with this for months now, ever since that incident.
"Freakin' 'Danger Tits,'" he muttered under his breath, recalling the ridiculous nickname she used in all her letters. Lute, a damn exorcist from Heaven of all places. The same woman who had slaughtered not just him but also Matsuda, Motohama, and Aika back when they were humans, her divine weapon cutting through them like paper.
And now, somehow, she was sending him love letters. As if that made up for the whole "murdered me and my friends" thing.
It had all started after Lucifer, in one of his infamous moments of whimsy, had roped Asmodeus into pulling a prank on her. Issei had been the centerpiece, of course, tasked with putting on a seductive "show" for Lute. Lucifer, apparently, found the idea of messing with an exorcist's heart—one so rigid in her celestial duty—absolutely hilarious. And Asmodeus, never one to pass up a chance to amuse Lucifer or see someone squirm, had gladly complied.
Issei remembered it vividly. He'd perform of a lifetime, winking and teasing in a way that would make even the most hardened of souls blush. And oh, did she blush. Lute, who always carried herself like a stone-cold killer, had faltered.
As Issei continued to prepare for the day, his mind drifted back to the avalanche of love letters and gifts that had poured in from Lute after that infamous performance.
It had started innocently enough. The first letter had arrived the very next day, folded neatly and adorned with a gold seal that bore her mark. Issei had opened it, expecting a reprimand or a sarcastic remark. Instead, he was met with an awkwardly heartfelt confession that left him staring blankly for a solid minute.
"Dear Issei," it had begun, the elegance of her handwriting almost a stark contrast to the chaotic emotions inside. "I must confess, your performance was… distracting. I've never felt so flustered while on duty before. Perhaps I need some time to reflect on my feelings…"
He had laughed incredulously at first, thinking it was some prank. But no, this was real. Lute's confessions became progressively more intense, filled with a mixture of desire and bewilderment at her feelings. With each letter, she seemed to struggle more with her emotions, like a celestial being caught in a whirlwind of earthly Lust.
After the letters came the gifts. A delicate locket engraved with a dragon motif appeared on his doorstep one morning, alongside another letter explaining how it represented "protection and strength." A week later, he received a beautifully crafted dagger, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was both a reminder of the threats he faced and an odd symbol of her affection.
"For when the demons come to take your life again," she had written. "I won't always be there to save you, but this will keep you safe until I can."
Issei had chuckled at that one, thinking how ironic it was that the same woman who once sought to end his life was now trying to keep him alive. It was a whirlwind of confusion, but as her letters grew more passionate, he found himself bemusedly entertained.
But the crowning moment had been the day he received a bloody message left painted across the streets of Lust—a message made to look like it was scrawled in blood.
"I'd die for you, Issei! Join me in my holy mission, and I'll show you the pleasures of the light."
That had caused quite a stir in the Lust Ring, with everyone talking about the mysterious love letter from the exorcist. Even Asmodeus had found it hysterical, cackling about how a "holy warrior" had become a lovesick puppy, infatuated with the dragon sinner.
Issei couldn't deny that part of him felt flattered, if not a bit intrigued by her tenacity. But there was also a deeper, darker feeling—anxiety. How long would this last? Would she ever actually come to confront him? And if she did, how would he even react?
The sound of Kiki's voice broke him from his reverie. "Are you going to read it or just stare at it all day?"
He sighed, reluctantly reaching for the envelope. "I guess I have to face the music eventually."
With a deep breath, he tore it open, scanning the elegantly penned lines of what had become a familiar confession.
"Dear Issei," it began. "I hope this letter finds you well. I've been thinking a lot about our last encounter. It has opened my eyes to what I truly want. I've spoken to Adam and Michael, and they suggested I should pursue my feelings further. Perhaps you could give me a chance? After all, I believe we could be an unstoppable force together—imagine the chaos we could unleash!"
A small laugh escaped him as he continued reading. The absurdity of it all was both amusing and unsettling. He could picture her earnest face, trying to reconcile her duties as an exorcist with the feelings she clearly couldn't suppress.
"I know I have a complicated history with you and your friends. But please, allow me to show you a side of me you've never seen. Let's meet again, Issei. I promise to be on my best behavior. Love, your secret admirer, Danger Tits."
"Danger Tits?" Issei muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "What kind of name is that?" He chuckled to himself, feeling an odd mix of exasperation and intrigue.
After folding the letter back into its envelope, he set it aside. "I guess I have to figure out what to do about this."
Kiki watched him, a knowing smile on her face. "So, what are you going to do about your admirer?"
Issei shrugged, trying to dismiss the weight of the situation. "I don't know. Maybe I'll ignore it and hope she gets the hint."
Kiki raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "You really think that will work? She sounds pretty persistent."
Issei sighed again, glancing at the letter. "You have no idea. She's like a bad penny; she keeps turning up."
"Well," Kiki said, grinning, "If nothing else, it'll be an entertaining day. Ready to get to work?"
"Yeah," he said, forcing a smile, his thoughts lingering on Lute's unexpected affection. "Let's see what trouble we can get into today."
With that, they left the room, Issei's mind still buzzing with thoughts of the exorcist who had turned his world upside down and sent a whirlwind of feelings swirling around him. One thing was for sure—life in Hell would be anything but ordinary, and strangely, he liked it that way.
Then again, that was the life of a Sins Disciple.
Scene!
Now that we've seen how everything is going for the four of them, it's time to get to the real fun part.
The Hazbin/Happy Hotel!
Charlie thinks that with the disciples of her aunt and uncles, she can help her people, but many of them will have issues with the idea since, as Aika said, she'd rather kill herself than go to the faction that executed her with no remorse.
As for the four of them, each of them has their lovers.
Matsuda: Sallie May.
Motohama: Not at the moment.
Aika Kiryuu: (Possibly Loona or Vortex)
Issei: Verosika and Kiki. (If no one knows who Kiki is, she's on the wiki page for Hazbin Hotel. Part of Verosika's crew.)
And now, for Subaru The Control Devil, who should Subaru go after next?
Rosswall or The Archbishop of Sloth?
Let me know in the reviews or PM.
Oh, plus I wanted to mention I got a PM for a Yugioh Zexal story, so let me know of the beginning notes:
Now, this is an idea I have had in mind for a long time since watching Yugioh Zexal. I was amused by the idea of Dark Mist, Djinn Buster, Baby Tiragon, and Galaxy Queen becoming some of the aces for Yuma's deck, but what if Yuma was actually a Dark duelist, one who didn't 'high five the sky' and liked getting rough with his opponents?
Oh, and Yuma is a female in this one since she will also be a bit older than in the canon version, around 15 or 16. I hardly ever see the main characters in the Yugioh series being genderswapped since it would cause some hilarity and amusement, so why not? Oh, and she's also Bi.
(I am biased, but a female Yuuma would be amusing and entertaining, no?)
Anyway, see you later.