Author's note: We...are...SO FUCKING BACK, BABY!

Slowly pulling myself out of this funk i was in and finally getting back to writing both my main story AND this spinoff/prequel.

By all means, if you wana hear about more OC backstories, let me know, i have some ideas where i want to take things but still, knowing people like what i do gets me the motivation to keep going and keep posting.

Chapter 5:

The terrible truth

Ever since applying for a job at "the aftertaste" about 3 weeks ago, Pink's situation had improved….not by allot, but at least she didn't have to go hungry.

It was a regular night in the pride ring as the bar slowly filled up with patrons and Pink was well on her way of making drinks when the rush died down a little, allowing her and her new friend and colleague, Terry to chat for a bit, all the while Pink Neon had pulled out that business card she was given by that nice lady with the hat….what was her name again? Rosie? And what was the thing that Oscar called her…..

"Say Terry" Pink piped up, catching her colleague's attention, who perked up "What's up, blondie?" as he'd grabbed a bottle of water from behind the bar and took a few sips.

"What's an overlord?"

Small little bonus lesson inbetween: Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to…..

At this, Terry spat out his drink and started pounding his chest while coughing loudly before he turned to the succubus like sinner "You don't know what an overlord is?!"

Casually shaking her head, Pink would pocket the business card again "are they….bad?"

Giving her a uncomfortable grimace, Terry began rubbing the back of his head "Well…..i guess it depends on the overlord…." As he reached under the bar and pulled out a notepad and a pen as he began making small doodles.

"Ok so….as you now know, hell consists of 7 rings, right?"

Pink nodded.

"And on the other rings, there live hellborn demons…..you see….hellborn demons, like humans back on earth, have a finite lifespan, they will age and eventually die. They also have no soul….so when they die, they kinda just…..disappear…." as he pointed to the crude scribbles of imps, succubi and other hellborn demons "We however….are sinner demons….we have human souls…..which can't really be destroyed….it's part of the whole "eternal suffering and torment" thing"

So far, Pink could still follow, tho this still didn't answer her question "Yea ok….but that still doesn't tell me what an overlord it"

Holding up his index finger, Terry piped up "Yea, don't worry, I'm getting to that" as he made another few scribbles and pointed to them "BECAUSE we have souls….we can bind thise of others to ours….this is called a demonic pact or a deal….you can either make a deal for a favor, where, if I were to do something for you and we made a deal over it, you are now OBLIGATED to return that favor when I decide to cash it in…"

Pink at this time was listening attentively.

"And the other type of deal….is where someone sells their soul to gain something…..which grants the owner of said soul some power and full control over the soul, to do with whatever they want" after which he'd point to a final scribble "and THIS….is what makes one…an "overlord"…"

"When they own a soul?" Pink asked, to which Terry responded "Well….more when they own SEVERAL souls…the pride ring holds some VERY powerful overlords, they own THOUSANDS of souls…" as he whipped out his phone and with a quick search, began to bring up a series of photos "These are some of THE ruling powers of the pride ring….you do NOT wana fuck with them"

Pink gazed upon the pictures, she saw a large dinosaur looking woman with bright hair…..a trio, consisting of a doll looking woman, a tall moth demon and what looked like a man in blue with a TV for a head….a tall, looming spider looking man with a tophat…a terrifying tall, spindly looking woman with an eerie, wide, fanged smile and 8 red glowing eyes…..a woman who looked like a cross between a human, a sea monster and a harpy…that all too familiar man in red she came to know as Alastor, the radio demon…and suddenly…..the tall, pale woman with the large hat that she met.

"Oh it's Rosie, I met her, she was lovely"

To this, Terry's eyes went wide and his face turned pale "YOU MET THE CANNIBAL QUEEN?! AND YOU'RE STILL IN ONE PIECE?!"

Pink smiled as she pulled out the business card "Yea, we had tea. She told me that if I ever needed anything, I'd always have a friend in cannibal town"

Terry just looked at her, dumbfounded "You….arrived in hell….and in a week….made friends with an overlord….wow, pink, you really are something else" to which Pink giggled "Eh, what can I say "as she put on a cutesy pout "I mean, come on, how can ya say no to this face? I'm fucking adorable"

However, it was then that Terry swiped to the next image…..

"Who….is….that…." Pink said, in awe of the intimidating figure on the picture.

Sighing, Terry spoke "That….might just be one of the most powerful and influential overlords that the pride ring has to offer….her influence has trickled down all the way down to the other rings…." As he tapped the screen, zooming in on the woman….

Her long, silver hair, sporting a single black streak, was tied up into a set of 2 giant horns, her skin a light grey as a mask like marking covered her eyes….which burned a bright red, start white irises framing slitted pupils…

Her hands were large….really large….and a pure white, in stark contrast to the black and silver clothes she wore….this woman radiated authority and respect….

"That….my dear friend…is the top arms dealer of hell…..even other hellborn demons come to her….if you want the best of the best, you buy Carmine craft…this woman….is the angelic arms dealer, Carmilla Carmine…."

To this, Pink perked up "Wait…angelic?" to which Terry nodded. "She and her daughters scour the battlefield after the exterminations, collect the weapons left behind and melt them down, turning them into some of the best firearms on the market"

Pink took this all in….before she suddenly piped up "Wait, what do you mean "exterminations?"

Terry would look at her with wide eyes as he realized what he had just said "Ah….yea probably should have told you about those…."

"About WHAT, Terry?!" Pink sternly spoke.

Sighing in defeat, the ragdoll sinner spoke "Well…..as you already know….hell has an overpopulation problem…" to which Pink nodded "Weeeeeel…you see…..heaven….fearing an uprising….maaaaaay have decided to….."

Pink was now practically hanging from his lips "may have decided to "WHAT" Terry?!"

Giving her an awkward grimace, he finished "…..kinda….send a whole legion of angels down here once a year and cull the populous"

Pink just stared at him with a blank expression "…what…..b-but I thought you said that we sinners couldn't die…."

Giving another awkward smile, the ragdoll man continued "Well…yes and no….you see…..there is ONE thing that can permanently kill us….angelic steel…." To which Pink's face twisted into an expression of horror "…..if an angel strikes you down…..there's no coming back….your soul gets destroyed…you seize to exist…..you're gone….for good…." As Terry solemnly looked down.

Seeing this, Pink took a few minutes to piece it together, as she gently put a hand on his arm "You've….lost someone important to you….haven't you?"Terry didn't look up, he just nodded without making eye contact… "My boyfriend…..i haven't been able to love since…..it's been 5 years….and I still miss him…."

He'd suddenly be pulled into a tight hug "I'm….so sorry you had to go through that"

Managing to regain his composure, Terry shook it off as he pointed to the large, golden clocktower in the middle of the city, able to be seen in the distance through the window of the dingy bar "That over there is the countdown clock…you're lucky, you arrived just shortly after the last extermination, so, you won't have to deal with that for another year or so"

Looking at the large, shining, white and gold building, where Pink first found it rather beautiful, this knowledge had stripped it of any elegance and grace it once had…..as it loomed over them in the distance….almost mocking them….

"Oh….i see…." Pink spoke as a cruel, cold realization set in "…so that's what that clock is for….."