Daily Life of Monster Girls in Alabama

by GoatManofAnime

It's time for a MonMusu fanfiction that takes place in sweet home Alabama, nuff said.

93. Mission Improbable Part 1

Chapter 86: Mission Improbable Part 1

…Meanwhile at the Fantina Coven…

All of the witches were in a frenzy after Fantina's return. Much of it was because they genuinely missed her but some were curious about her current life outside the cove especially with her new 'big brother'. She was vague on both fronts but assured them everything was fine.

On the other hand, the witches were equal parts confused, intrigued, and disgusted at the tall, busty elf woman walking around with their Madame like an escort. Clawethorne, however, was far more enthralled with the unique architecture, design of their houses, and mana techniques the witches used for daily living. The entire area was overflowing with a powerful yet gentle mana hanging in the air almost like being in a deep, tranquil forest.

Many of them, including Mars and her friends, were now curiously gathered near Venus' home–which had a large blue barrier around it preventing attention from nosy eyes and ears—as said witch gave their baphomet leader and the elf a full rundown of everything that's happened since last time she visited. She spared no details as it was one of the cardinal rules of their coven.

Fantina slams her furry palms hard on the wooden table, knocking over her cup of tea, "WHAT THE FUCK, VENUS?!", she blurted out, startling the elf woman next to her while Venus seemed composed expecting this reaction.

"Ahem, I…understand this a lot to dump on you after you JUST returned but–"

"A LOT would be putting it mildly! I don't even know where to start.", Fantina stated, getting up from the table as Clawthorne looked at her in slight concern while she also tried to process everything they learned, "You're seriously telling me Callista's Big Brother may have tried to poison a hellhound student?! Why?! What the fu…and now he's in I.A. custody for…ohhhhh my fucking chaos…"

As the distraught Baphomet paced around, her thoughts racing like crazy, Venus calmly used her wand to collect all the spilled tea on the floor and table into a little ball then vaporize it. The pot levitates, pouring her goat leader a fresher cup as she fumes.

"That may be the case but I do believe they'll realize it wasn't him eventually and release him.", Venus assures.

"Will it matter?! They could just SAY he did it or find some other reason to blame him and, by extension, OUR COVEN for what happened! They're already considered criminals but their standards and we're already on thin fucking ice with these ICEP bastards as is! This could be just the reason they need to…", Fantina tiraded, clenching her forehand in frustration.

"I'm fairly certain that's not how that works. Even if he's the prime suspect with a 'criminal history', he's still entitled to due process. Plus, Ms. Venus did mention this man, Johnny, isn't the type capable of such a heinous act so it's possible they'll realize it.", Clawethorne points out getting a doubtful scowl from Fantina.

"Sure, keep believing in these pricks if you wanna."

"She does have a point, Madame Fantina.", Venus calmly assures sipping her tea, "It's too early to give up yet."

"Oh what? You're listening to HER now, Venus?! Same way you listened to those two devils you let into OUR COVEN?!"

Venus gently places her cup down then looks at her, "Yes, they had business with us so I decided to hear their proposal. After assuring them they weren't a threat of course."

"So what? They butter you up with nice words and you just up and decided for our coven to join their glorified sorority club?! Are you kidding me? You know how their kind feel toward witches!"

"I do and believe me there were some in that 'sorority club' as you call that weren't so friendly towards our girls.", Venus admitted.

"See?! That's exactly what I mean, Venus! They–"

"But!", Venus cuts her off, raising a tentative finger, "Most of them were quite welcoming and friendly towards our girls. I'd say that's an improvement from how things used to be between our races, hmm?"

"I'm so sorry. I believe I might need a little context. Is there some kind of history between Devils and Witches?", Clawethorne curiously inquires, very much out of the loop.

"Yes. A very long, VERY racist history so I won't bore you on the details but just know devils have ostracized and abused witches like my girls in the past! It was MY race who gave them a home, safety and purpose!", Fantina stated before looking at Venus incredulously, "And you go behind my back like this? Why, Venus?"

Venus takes a deep breath, " I would never. I simply decided on what was good for our coven as its leader when you're away as per usual. I simply wanted your input."

"My input? My…fine, here's my input. I don't trust them!", Fantina furiously stated, "It's bad enough knowing there's an angel congregation in this place now there's devils invading my coven?! What if they bring more of their kind here? What happens when they drop their nice act and hurt my girls?! You KNOW what their lot have done to our coven! Their mothers! MY mother! How could you be so—"

"ENOUGH!", Venus cuts her off, her voice echoing like thunder, causing the entire room to shake for a second. Her body radiates a menacing red aura with a razor sharp gaze that unnerved both Fantina and Clawthorne. Both could feel the air around them grow heavier, denser like being submerged in the deepest depths of a lake. She focuses intently on Fantina then firmly stated, "Sit. Down. Now."

Fantina visibly tenses before doing as the older witch told and took her seat, even Clawthorne's surprise at how obedient she was.

"Fantina, I perfectly understand why you're upset but do not EVER suggest I would forget what we lost because of them. What I lost.", Venus shakily spoke, clenching her teacup a bit tighter nearly cracking it before calming herself, "Quite honestly, I was going to force those two devils to leave when they first arrived at our doorstep."

"Then why? Why did you let them in?", Fantina inquires, not demandingly but genuinely confused.

"Well, for one, I could tell from the look in their eyes they weren't there to cause trouble. And if they were, they weren't nearly on my level to be considered a threat."

Clawethorne looks at the witch incredulously, wondering just how strong she was exactly?

"Second, after talking with them I could tell they had the purest intentions to include us in their meetings. That redhead devil truly seeks to encourage Chaos-born to be their best selves in this ever-changing world. And lastly…I actually agree with her."

Fantina looks at her in surprise, "Y-You what?"

"You heard what I said, Fantina. Try as we might, the truth of the matter is, times are changing. Our teachings aren't quite enough to prepare the girls for life outside the coven. They need to grow more as young women and have the right to choose, explore and experience what this life has to offer.", Venus explained.

"But…it's my job to see after them! That's how it's always been.", Fantina replies.

"I know it is but it doesn't have to be that way anymore. I know you want to shield them from being hurt by others outside our coven but…it's not always that simple, is it? Don't you think it's a good time for our girls to learn to handle themselves without you?"

Fantina pauses with an uncertain expression, knowing of all the risks and dangers posed to her witches and that she'd do everything in her power to protect them. She's been like an older sister maybe even a mother to them her whole life and she knew these girls like the blade of her own scythe. Wasn't that enough? Or has she really been stifling them this whole time?

"It's…probably not my place to say but…I believe she's right, Fantina.", Clawethorne gently added, getting both coven sisters' attention, "I know you care about each of them as their leader but it'd benefit everyone if they're far more independent; inside and outside of this haven you've built."

Fantina looks at her skeptically realizing the elf's words had a smidgen of merit.

"Haaa, maybe you're both right, and by 'both' I mostly mean Venus.", Fantina admitted as Clawthorne lightly pouts in displeasure, "Maybe this facility could be a good enough stepping stone for them. And, despite its questionable practices, it is relatively safer compared to the OUTSIDE outside world. I guess it couldn't hurt. As long as you're still keeping an eye on them!"

"Fantina, sweetheart, that's a given no matter how old you and the others get. Don't forget who helped potty train you BEFORE you were leading a coven.", Venus sassily assured before sipping her tea as Clawethorne was taken aback at the statement.

"Venus?! What the fuck?!", Fantina expressed, blushing mortified before noticing Clawthorne turning away lightly chuckling, adding to her embarrassment, "What are you laughing at, Knife Ears?!"

"Illustrating my point that new experiences could be good for everyone, including you, sweetheart.", Venus casually remarks before her gaze became sharp and the atmosphere in the room became heavy again, "Also, who do you think you're raising your voice at young lady?", Venus says in a cold, unflinching yet displeased tone that sent shivers down both Fantina and Clawthorne spines.

"S-Sorry, Venus."

"Apologize to Ms. Clawethorne as well."

"I'm…sorry I called you 'knife ears'.", Fantina begrudgingly spoke, grumbling under her breath to Clawethorne' surprise and slight satisfaction.

Venus then scoots out her chair, went to the door with her wand drawn, "Right then! I suppose it's time we stopped keeping our girls waiting."

She waves her glowing tipped wand, dispelling the barrier around her home. As soon as she did, they heard several knocks at her door.

"Ok ok, settled down!", Venus stated, using a blue magic seal to fling open the door. The moment she does, several witches quickly crowd inside towards Fantina.

"Madame Fantina! How long are you staying this time?! I wanted to show you this cool pottery class I'm joining.", a violet-haired witch stated showing the baphomet a brochure about said class in the facility.

"Yeah, and Saturn and I wanted your input on this culinary baking course. You should see all the crazy cool stuff they make! We saw a cake that looked like a giant pair of high heels! With RIBBONS!", a magnolia haired witch stated as her dark orange haired friend excitedly nods.

"Madame Fantina can you explain this 'quadratic equation' thing. I'm not sure what kind of spell this is and the books the IA people gave us don't really explain how to use it for everyday life.", a yellow haired witch asks, showing an open book to Fantina.

The baphomet was taken aback by each of them expressing their interest and excitement at the facilities classes.

"Uhh, I'll get back to you on that. Everyone just settle down now. You all know the rules about mine and Venus' house.", Fantina firmly replies as several witches quickly realize their mistakes upon seeing Venus' calm expression contrasting a frightening red aura surrounding her body.

"EEEEK! Sorry, Lady Venus!", they stated rushing out of the home save for one witch, Callista.

"Wait!", She stated, catching Fantina attention staring at the baphomet with saddened yet unwavering determination, "Madame Fantina? Can you bring my big brother Johnny back here, please?"

Fantina and the others look at her with mixed expressions.

"T-They…everyone thinks he's some kind of murderer. That he'd poison some hellhound woman. But…it's a lie. A horrible lie!", Callista stated, clenching her fists as tears streamed down her cheeks, "I know him better than anyone. I know what's in his heart. He's a kind man who wouldn't harm a fly! So please…bring him back."

Clawethorne and the other witches, some perfectly understanding her pleas as they also wished to see their husbands, look to her sadly. Venus stood with her arms behind her, eyes closed in thought.

Fantina walks up and gently lifts the witches head, trying her tear with her soft fur, seeing her golden eyes, "He'll come back. I promise he will because you're right, he is a kind man. They all are.", Fantina assuringly spoke, looking at the others.

Mars and a few other witches look to her hopefully.

"Until then, you should focus on yourselves for now. You don't want the first thing your big brothers to see when they return are puffy red tear-stained eyes right?", Fantina jokingly questions.

Callista pulls away, wiping her tears from her eyes, looking away in shame.

"Hey, Callista? Why don't you show Madame Fantina that new spell you made to harvest only the juiciest elderberries?", Mars suggests getting her attention.

"Really? I'd love to see it and try some! Feels like forever since I've eaten elderberry", Fantina urges before making a sour expression, "The food I've been eating lately has been subpar at best compared to the naturally grown crops of our coven."

"O-Oh, alright. As you wish, Madame Fantina."

"Ooh, I'd like to try some as well!", Clawthorne excitedly hops up from her seat, making her chest bounce to the annoyance of some witches.

"Really? I took you more of a melon girl. Asteria, show her how sweet honeydews are.", Fantina snarkily urges, gesturing to said witch.

"Ready to have your mind blown, elf lady?", Asteria challengingly remarks, summoning a pristine, freshly cleaned honeydew melon to her hand.

"I sure am! Also, I know that was a jab at my chest, Fantina." Clawthorne stated with sparkling eyes before turning an annoyed glare at the baphomet.

"Mind as sharp as her ears, this one.", Fantina remarks, getting several chuckles from the witches. Their laughter sounded slightly demonic and hysterically child-like, unnerving and annoying Clawthorne a bit, "Ok! Elderberry time!"

"Don't take it personally. She's always been greedy when it comes to elderberries just like her mother. Come along. Let her enjoy herself a little longer.", Venus assured the elf woman.

"Alright, I kinda am more of a melon person anyway."

"Aha! I knew it!", Asteria stated, hugging her honeydew melon protectively, cuddling it like a pet, "I've got my eye on you lady. You better only eat the ones I say."

"O-Ok?"

Venus gives a plaintive expression at the Witch's behavior illustrating her point on WHY these needed experiences outside the coven.

…Back to the angel congregation…

As several cherubs could be seen going about their daily routine of completing chores and serving the needs of their higher rank angel masters, some of them hear a loud scream echoing through the area.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

A few cherubs stopped and gasped in pure shock.

"Oh good heavens! Swears on the wind!", one male cherub faints in the middle of trimming hedges.

In Enocha's room, the angelic woman could be seen covering the humans mouth and pulling him away from the window as he thrashes in protest.

"I said NOT to panic! And can you please keep your voice down before—"

Enocha was cut off before hearing knocking at her door, causing them to both pause.

"Hello! Miss Enocha? Is everything alright?", came a feminine voice.

Enocha glances at Caleb a second, "Y-Yes! Everything is fine! I um…stubbed my wing on the…window.", she says and Caleb gives her an incredulous look at her terrible lying.

"Oh dear! Do you require a healing miss?"

"No! I'm fine! Everything's fine! Totally under control! Thank you!"

"...Ok. If you say so, miss."

Enocha sighs in relief before Caleb forcefully wriggles out of her grasp.

"Stubbed your wing? Really? What were toes too beneath you or something?"

"I panicked, ok? I'm not good at fibbing on the spot."

"Ignoring the fact you used the word 'fibbing' unironically in a fucking sentence can please explain why the FUCK am I now in what I can assume is your 'Good Christian Housekeeping' ass bedroom?", Caleb demands, gesturing around the bizarrely minimalist style bedroom with three gold plated crosses on each wall and a bookshelf with several Christian theology books. She even had a long eared donkey plush toy sitting on her bed.

"That's…that's because of the blessing Lord Michael bestowed to me.", Enocha explains, presenting her arm, "It was originally meant to return myself and my sister back to my room once Uncle Baliel returned. I suppose he returned earlier than expected. As for you…perhaps you were so close to me the blessing mistook you for my sister so…here you are hehe…"

Caleb looks at her with a blank expression before clenching his forehead in exasperation, "Haaa, so I'm here…because I was standing to close to you. Ok. You know what? That shit tracks considering my fucking luck lately."

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to get you involved in any of this.", Enocha pleaded.

"Well, whatever. I'm not staying here any longer than I need, especially with you psycho uncle of yours here.", Caleb dismissively spoke, going over to the window seeing the front entrance in the distance. He couldn't tell exactly how far it was but he's willing to try anyway, "Goodbye."

Enocha looks at him in confusion before, to her shock, his body radiates with a faint purple aura. Caleb takes a deep breath concentrating on his goal then teleports.

However, right as his body vanishes he immediately reappears as his form flickers violently and he falls to the floor holding his forehead. He groans at the painful sensation. It was like he just ran head first a full speed into a solid brick wall.

"Ah! Are you ok?", Enocha expressed in concern.

"Aghhhh! What the fuck? Oww! What was that?! Feels like a truck hit me or something!", Caleb stumbles to his feet, holding his forehead, before gets looking out the window to see what looked like a golden glass dome rippling around the entrance before vanishing, "Is that a…fucking barrier?"

"Oh, yes! It's to prevent attacks from Chaos-born and to keep would be trespassers or non-heavenly beings. Humans can enter but only if they have Lord Michael or my uncle's permission. In your case, I guess it's doing the exact opposite for you, hehe.", Enocha explained giggling nervous before shifting gears, "By the way, what WAS that?! You can use some form of non-heavenly powers?!"

"That's a long, long story which I don't have time for but can we back up to the part you say I CAN'T teleport outta here?"

"It would appear so?", Enocha shrug with an embarrassed grin.

"Oh fuuuuck! Fuckin fuck me. Ok ok, is there anything at all stopping me from walking out the front door or is there a stupid wall blocking it if i'm not a saved Christian or some bullshit like that?"

"No but again you'd need Lord Michael or my uncle to let you out and…"

"You're uncle? Who was going to kill me and Scarlett's friends with a big ass hammer two weeks ago? Probably still hates my ass because I almost ran you over with my fuckin Honda? THAT guy!?"

"It's…a bit more complicated than that but…yeah?", Enocha shamefully admits.

"So my only choice is…ugh Michael. Where's he at?"

"He should be returning from a meeting with ICEP executives maybe within the hour?"

"What?! I can't stay here for a fucking hour!"

"I know I know! Do you know how upset Uncle would be if he found you here in my room?! This is just as bad for me too! 1-3-5-7-9-11-13…", Enocha expressed, beginning to pace and biting her fingers.

"What are you doing?"

"27. I'm counting prime numbers! 29-31-33-35-37…"

"Why?!"

"It calms me down alright?! 43-47-51…", Enocha continues counting as Caleb looks at her strangely, guessing it some kind of coping mechanism. She then stops, getting an idea, "Wait! I have an idea!"

"...Which is?!"

"There are these special blessed stones called 'Zionite'. I've seen Lord Michael give to human visitors that allow them to enter the congregation temporarily. After leaving they crumble to dust when the human leaves the barrier so it should be perfect for you!",

"Alright then where are these godly stone things?"

"Oh that simple! When they aren't being handed out to visitors, they are kept safely in.. Lord Michael's…room guarded by a seraphim…who is incredibly strict when it comes to her duty." Enocha said as it slowly dawned on her the issue with this idea.

"Ok so deal with it. Be crafty. Bribe her, turn on that angelic charm or whatever. Do whatever you need to get her away from that door. Say it's an emergency! Which it is."

"You mean…you want me to use dishonorable means to obtain it? I-I could never do that."

"So you'd rather deal with your pissed off uncle then?"

"N-No but…", Enocha trails off unsure of herself before Caleb grabs her shoulders.

"Exactly! No buts. So let's save both of ours and get me that holy rock or whatever the fuck and we pretend like this whole thing never happened.", Caleb seriously spoke, looking her dead in the eyes.

Enocha was visibly taken aback, noting his strange scent before clenching her fists, "Nnngh, O-Ok! I'll do it! You just stay here and don't let anyone see you! A-And stop swearing so much! It's improper!

Caleb looks at her strangely, "Impop…? Fine, fine, whatever I won't curse anymore just please get the stone. Please?"

"Good! You stay here and don't go anywhere! I'll be right back.", Enocha stated before rushing out, closing the door shut, leaving him alone in her room.

"I don't have much choice, do I?", Caleb languidly remarks touching his forehead then sitting down at her bedside, "Why does shit like this keep happening to me?"

He then reaches in his pocket noticing he still had his phone with him and immediately pulls it to find he still had good signal. A sudden realization dawns on him.

'Oh shit, Drei! She must be losing her mind right now! Then again, knowing her, maybe just slightly irritated but still should text her that I'm alright at least.'

….Back to Scarlett….

Scarlett could be seen exiting the restroom sighing in slight relief. Her mind still focused on Kaiya's words. She looks around at the humans and Pyrows casually chatting and flirting with each other. Their cheerful, blissfully ignorant expressions remind her of how she used to be. Willing to accept the mask these males put on and their fake love in exchange for a part of herself.

She scoffs then walks away, choosing to ignore them. At the same time, debating whether or not she should go back to Caleb and Kaiya. Would she just be in the way at this point?

"Scarlett? Hey!"

The redhead devil was brought out of her thoughts upon hearing a familiar voice and turns to see Jocelyn approaching her from the side.

"Oh! Hey, Jocelyn?", she greets her silver-haired friend, putting on an awkward grin.

"Hey. Funny bumping into you here."

"I guess, are you…on break right now?"

"Nah, it's actually one of my off days. I just wanted to get out of the house and clear my head a little.", Jocelyn replies trying to be as casual as possible, "I take it you're…getting out too?"

"Kind of, yeah."

"Well, if you're not busy. You wanna grab a table for a bit?", Jocelyn suggested.

Scarlett looks to the fountain where Kaiya sat waiting for Caleb to return and decides not to get in their way.

"Sure. I'm not busy."

As the pair walk away, high above them levitating with a swirl cyclone at her feet, Drei could be seen searching the area focusing her chi to sharpen her eyesight for any trace of her human or the angel that abducted him.

'Damn. Where could she have taken him? They can't be too far, right? Then again, that technique she used outputted a lot of chi. It wasn't created by some novice, that's for sure. If only I had a lead. Which brings up the question of WHY he was taken by an angel at all? Whatever it is, I could figure it doesn't end well for him or me.', Drei thought to herself, becoming a little annoyed at the situation. No leads or motives was one thing but to do so in broad daylight surrounded by witnesses is reckless; which only makes them more dangerous..

Suddenly, she felt her phone buzzing in her robe incessantly prompting her to check it. Her eyes widen upon seeing a familiar number she labeled 'Caleb(Dum-Dum)' sending a text to her.

'Drei, it's Caleb. I'm alright.', the message read.

Drei looks at her phone and sighs in relief but also confusion then proceed to type out her own message.

'Where are you?'

'Don't panic…I'm at the angel's congregation…'

Upon reading that, Drei while descending down landing atop a roof stares at her phone, eye twitching before taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly in exasperation. She then began calmly typing in response.

'HOW?! HOW CAN I POSSIBLY NOT PANIC?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA–', Drei furiously types out, her fingers moving faster than the screen could keep up. Barely half a minute later, she had sent him a full three paragraph message, filled with Chinese swear words, berating him that ended in, 'Stay there! I'm coming to get you!'

'NO! They got some stupid barrier around the whole place that keep non-angels from entering or leaving.'

Drei thought for a second after what he sent 'Let me guess it is also the reason why you haven't just teleported out?'

'Yeah but don't worry, I'm working on a way out.', he texted back.

'Which is?!'

'The dumbass angel who caused this, I'm getting her to get me out. So please just chill. And definitely don't let anyone know what happened. Last thing we need is cause more bullshit between Scarlett and her friends with those angels. So I need you stall for me until I'm out of here.'

Drei pinches the bridge of her nose with a sigh, 'Fine, but I expect something in return.'

'Sure, whatever! Just keep this all on the down low especially from Kaiya. Tell her I'm…taking care of something important.'

'Alright.'

'Thank you! I'll see ya soon!'

'Yeah.'

Drei puts her phone away and scratches her head pensively, " 'Soon' he says. Stuck basically behind enemy lines and he's more concerned about his new girlfriend's feelings…and not starting war."

While a part of her was exasperated by his tendency to get himself in some of the most precarious situations possible, she felt it also a good opportunity to test his skills a bit. Sure, he was good at mating, and a decent fighter but could he really handle himself in a predicament like this? In truth, she was fighting against her instincts to immediately go rescue him despite the risks. Still, another wanting to see more of what he's capable of.

…Elsewhere…

Further away in the complex, I.A. staff were busily assisting the human would-be host families get better acquainted with some of the liminal students. Everywhere, students ranging from Barometz to Werecats were chatting, playing around with host families' kids, or filling out paperwork with their new human partners to begin living together. Many of these encounters were regulated by the facility to ensure that human-liminal family matches were as precise and sustainable as possible to avoid putting students in unsafe and unsuitable environments or with incompatible families.

A human female host applicant happily sat at a table with a male white-furred Jinko that towered over her even sitting down. An orb-weaver type arachne female showing off her bondage skills to a human male that was a professional escape artist and wanting to show off HIS skill. Even a group of papillons with their alraune companions had set up shop selling confectionery treats and garnishing a lot of attention from the college-aged human males.

Amidst the mingling and harmonious fun, there were those that weren't quite as easy going.

"Sorry, sir, but it's out of our hands.", A male I.A. personnel member plainly spoke.

"Why not? We've got plenty of room in our home. We signed all the paperwork, turned in all the documents y'all asked for so why CAN'T we be a host family to a Angel?!", the man demanded.

"It's just protocol, sir. We have strict regulations for what liminals are allowed to join our meet and greets and angels are among the few excluded from participating."

"And why is that?!"

"They simply don't want to. Most angels follow the will of their consuls above anything. If they say no, then they won't become part of host families. Why do you think you almost never see a host family with an Angel?"

"That's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard! I've seen folks with one of those gray wing Angel all over Facebook!", the irate man stated as his wife agreed.

"I believe you're thinking of 'Tengu', sir.", the I.A. man corrects.

"Whatever the term y'all using nowadays! We did everything you asked and you're saying we can't be a host to one?!"

"No, sir but you can be a host to an other species. I'm sure there are plenty of students here who would love to live with your family—"

"We don't WANT one of these other ones. Everyone we know already has a werecat, a kobold, an elf, even one of those weird crying zombie ladies! We want to be the first to own one of those Angel sweethearts we met today. Preferably, one of those handsome Angel men with the cute accent.", The woman stated as her husband looked at her strangely for a moment, "Besides, we already have experience with an Angel! My mother-in-law was protected by one once from this evil devil woman and that heathen black man of hers.", she stated as the IA man's eyebrow raised at that comment.

"We are more than qualified to care for Angel! Let us pay back how blessed we were to be saved by one!", Her husband jumps back in.

"Listen Mr and Mrs…"

"Carpenter!", they said in fervent unison.

"Right, I appreciate your…desire to set yourselves apart and give them a pleasant experience but it's against protocol. Sorry. My hands are tied. Again, there are other students that'd appreciate your offer.", the IA man replies as politely as he could muster.

"You know what? Why don't we just ask one of them if they'd want to be our student? What does that damn protocol say about that?", Mr. Carpenter arrogantly replies wore a smug expression believing they got him in a loophole.

"Ahhh, that's…not how….first of all, you can't do that anyway. They don't allow humans inside without express permission so—"

"Ok NOW you're just fuckin' with us!", Mr. Carpenter cuts him off much to the IA man's growing impatience, "You just said–"

As the two men argued, Ms. Carpenter looks around noticing that her youngest son wasn't in sight then notices her teenage daughter flirting with a tall black-furred werecat male. Rolling her eyes at that, she called out to her daughter to get her attention.

"Madison?! Get over here right now! Where's your brother Billy?" Ms Carpenter yelled as Madison got up with pout

" I don't know. I think he was playing with another kid and some Kobolds a while ago.", she dismissively replies

Further away, two human children could be seen wandering further away from the 'Meet and Greet' area enjoying some of the candies they got from the papillons. They curiously approached and decided to check out some other stores. One of them, a boy around nine with brown hair and pale blue eyes, looks on in awe at the bustling area with other liminals they haven't seen yet. The other boy, about the same age with black hair and gray eyes, was a lot more cautious and nervous to be wandering so far from the group.

"Billyyyy, we aren't supposed to be here. Let's go back to the others.", the boy with black hair pleaded, clutching his small bag of papillon candies.

"Come on, Sherman, don't you wanna see what other kinds of cool liminals they have?"

"Yeah but won't they all be back there with the others?"

"Of course not, dummy. My dad says ICEP tries to keep all the coolest ones for themselves. I wanna meet one and make them MY friend!", Billy enthusiastically spoke.

"You mean like the Angels we visited? They were really cool."

"Yeah but I wanna find something even cooler like a DRAGON or a GIANT or a ROBOT. Oh, what about giant robot dragon?!"

"Is your house even big enough for one?"

"We'll make it bigger! MY dad's a contractor! He builds houses all the time!", Billy stated as Sherman looks away with an uncertain expression before getting startled, "OH! There's one now!"

Billy pointed ahead to a tall liminal woman with reptilian claws for feet, long thick lizard tail, and large wings for arms casually walking and chatting with her fellow wyvern friend. He then goes running towards them in excitement prompting Sherman to tail him.

"Billy, wait! Those aren't…hey, not so fast!"

As little Billy ran towards the oblivious female wyvern, a tall figure with black hair walked out of a resulting in him running straight towards them. His face rebounding off their plump, firm rear causing to tense up as he falls on his butt.

"Oww, hey watch where–", Billy stops mid-sentence looking in pure shock to see a tall devil woman with wavy black hair, large bat with and curved horns towering over him; Tubala. Her bright red eyes glaring down at the human boy with a look of profound revulsion. Billy freezes up in fear at the sight of a hellspawn as his parents taught him.

"Ah! Billy!", Sherman stated, finally catching up but stops in his tracks with the devil woman and turning her vicious gaze towards him. He then tries to salvage the situation, "O-Oh, so s-sorry! It was an accident!"

The black haired devil woman looks at both children, figuring they came from the crowd of other filthy humans looking to 'adopt' one of the lesser creatures here, seeing the fear in their eyes; especially in the brown haired one that dared to touch her.

"Evil.", Billy fearfully muttered, getting their attention.

"Billy?" Sherman asked, looking over concerned as black hair devil simply stared at him annoyed.

"Evil, Evil devil! Stay back you monster!", Billy shouted, scrambling to his feet and pointing an accusatory finger at her, getting the attention of a few passersby adding to the devil's annoyance.

"Billy, what are you doing?! Stop saying that!", Sherman pleaded trying to calm him down as the black haired devil debated silencing them both herself right here.

"Sherman?!", called a woman's voice as they look to see a human woman with black hair and glasses running up to them, "Sherman there you are!"

"Mom!"

The human woman, while relieved to find him, suddenly notices the devil woman standing in front of them and cautiously asks, "What's going on here?"

"The devil wants to hurt us!", Billy stated quickly going to the adult's side.

"N-No she didn't! We ran into her by accident! She didn't do anything, mom.", Sherman interjects much to Billy's surprise.

"Ok, that's enough, both of you! You both had no business leaving the group!", Sherman's mother hushed both boys then looked at the devil woman, "I'm SO sorry about this, ma'am. I hope they aren't disturbing you.", she sincerely said.

The black haired devil glares at her moment before her expression softens into a warm grin, surprising even the two boys.

"It's quite alright, boys will be boys after all.", Tubala casually shrugged, her eyes drifting down to both children and forcing a smile making Billy recoil in fear, "Apologies if I may have frightened you little ones. I'm Tiffany by the way, nice to meet you.", She politely spoke, offering her hand to the human woman.

"Oh, um…nice to meet you too, Tiffany. I'm Trisha. Trisha Peabody and you've already met Sherman and our neighbor's son, Billy.", Trisha replied, shaking hands with the black haired devil who smirks in delight. Billy looks at them in confusion and disgust.

"Why are you being nice to that evil monster, Ms. Peabody?! Don't you know you're going to hell?!", Billy accuses.

"Billy! Don't be rude! Apologize right now to Ms. Tiffany!", Trish reaches out to the boy but he slaps her hand away much to her and Sherman surprise.

"Why?! Monsters like her are evil and they don't belong here! Mom said so! One of them even tried to hurt my grandma once and you wanna take their side?! I'm gonna tell Mom YOU'RE a devil lover!", Billy shouted before running away to rejoin his family as Tubala sneered in disgust.

"Billy! Hahhh good grief. I am so, so sorry you had to hear that, Tiffany. You didn't deserve any of that. I don't know what got into him."

"No need, a few harsh words aren't enough to ruin my day. If that were the case, I'd never leave the house.", Tubala jokes with a grin, seemingly unfazed by the rude boy's words.

"Hehe…I suppose so. Are you looking for a host family or…"

"No, I'm not. I have no interest in that sort of thing. In fact, I have other matters to attend to right now before I was interrupted."

"Ah, well, it was lovely meeting you. Sorry about all of that again. Sherman say goodbye to the nice lady."

"Bye. H-Have a nice day!", Sherman shyly stated, waving her goodbye as he was led away by his mother.

Tubala waves with a grin as it falters the second she turns around walking away as she wipes her hand on her pants of the filth. She closes her eyes a moment, sensing her mana getting further away.

Unbeknownst to that foolish human woman, the moment she touched Tubala palm, the curse seal was activated. As she walked hand in hand with her son, black wavy root-like markings appeared on the back of their necks. Not only theirs but, after slapping Trisha's hand away and spreading the curse to himself, the same marks appeared behind little Billy's neck as he frantically made his way to his parents as the marks then disappeared.

"Hehe, indeed. Boys will be boys…that's why they should never become men.", Tubala muttered, each word dripping with venom as she walked away, consciously setting a timer on their worthless lives.

…Back to Caleb…

The young man looks at his phone again seeing the wall of text Drei first sent essentially berating him. She sure is a lot more expressive in her messages than in regular conversation. Hopefully, he'll be able to get out of here soon.

As he looks around Enocha's bedroom, he notices a black leather-bound book on her nightstand with her name in golden stamped letters. Opening it up, he sees a collection of angelic symbols with a date entry near the top.

"Kay, I can't read a single word of this. God, I hope she doesn't take forever.", Caleb remarks, tossing the book behind him.

Suddenly, he hears a knock at the door, jolting his attention before hearing an unfamiliar voice calling from the other side.

"Miss Enocha? Are you still in there?", came a feminine voice.

Caleb glances around in panic, trying to think of what to do. If he stays quiet, they're more likely to open the door and check on her right? If he answered, would they identify him as an, albeit involuntary, intruder? Reluctantly, he chose the slightly less risky option.

"Ahem, yes? I am.", Caleb says in his best impression of the young woman's voice which even thought sounded ridiculous..

"You're voice sounds a bit…strange miss. Are you sure you're feeling well?"

"Yes, I am fine! R-Run along now, please."

"You don't sound like it. I'm coming inside."

"I-I'm fine! No need to do that!", he insisted to no avail as he heard the door knob turning and swearing under his breath, looking around for somewhere to hide. He quickly teleports behind the door, hugging the wall as it swung open.

In fluttered, a petite young woman with small angel wings, a smaller halo, and wearing a white satin dress with matching shoes. Her wings fluttered rapidly almost like a hummingbird.

Caleb, grabbing a conveniently placed small wooden doorstop, peaks through the crack in the door to the outside as the tiny angel looks around in confusion.

"Miss Enocha?" the angel asked, scratching her chin before hearing the door audibly shut behind her.

Outside, Caleb forcefully jams the door stopper into the door preventing it from swinging inwards before seeing the doorknob rattling and twisting vigorously as tiny fists bang against the wood.

"Miss Enocha?! Miss Enocha!", the cherub muffled cries came from the other side as Caleb made a run for it.

Realizing he was now totally exposed, he hastily but cautiously makes his way down the modern Romanesque designed hallway with various paintings of important-looking angelic nobles…and one of Mel Gibson, oddly enough…along with other decor lining the pristine marble-colored walls. His feet radiated a faint dark purple aura to silence any sound his feet made. A part of him silently thanking Moon pie for teaching him that technique. Still, without knowing where he was going, he may as well be running like a chicken with its head chopped off. He stops near the edge of a corridor leading to another hallway. One each side were four large bedroom doors, some of which were left wide open, with different names etched in angelic letters on silver plaques. However, what really drew his attention was a large elevator with golden doors and a regular gray door leading to a staircase.

He focused his energy ready to teleport but stops when he sees the elevator doors opening and ducks behind the wall as two female angels step out; Muriel and Helga.

"I mean, it's not like I don't LIKE being around them, it's just…awkward, you know?", Muriel, the blonde crown braided hair angel with blue eyes shamefully spoke.

"Yeah, I can totally understand.", Helga supportively spokes, "Being around that many human devotees can be draining. It's always 'what's heaven like?' this and 'I'm truly blessed to be in your presence' that. Can't I just get a normal conversation starter without being praised for no reason every five seconds? Don't even get me started on the younglings. My wings are delicate, you know! Yet their parents let them yank off my feathers like they're stuffing pillows." she told Muriel as she gently rubbed one of her wings.

"It's not so much the praise they're giving me, it's just…it doesn't feel…substantial? Valid? I'm not sure if those are the right words but…", Muriel remarks with a pensive expression as they reach their respective rooms.

'Come on, go inside already.', Caleb thought, waiting for his chance.

"Well, here's another one for ya, 'earned'. It doesn't feel earned so don't even bother anymore unless necessary. Like my mom says, 'as long as we're smiling the humans have a reason to as well'. What she didn't tell me was how sore my cheeks would be after a couple decades.", Helga remarks, entering her bedroom as Muriel lightly chuckles.

"Hehehe, Samuel and the others seem to have no trouble at that.", Muriel cheekily remarks, turning the knob on her door and entering.

Caleb takes his chance and refocuses on the elevator.

"Ah, Samuel! That narcissistic attention-loving ninny wouldn't know when his smile begins and his arse ends!", Helga chortles heartily along with Muriel right as Caleb teleports right to the elevator.

He smiles in celebration and pressing the button causing it to light up before Muriel suddenly cries out.

"Good Heavens!"

Caleb, nearly jumping out his skin, panics and teleports to one of the nearby open bedrooms and hiding inside.

"What's wrong, Muriel?!", Helga inquires, bursting from her door.

"My hedgehog chia pet father sent me for St. Peters birthday. It's been tainted!", She stated, showing said organic ornament's green foliage covered in red dust.

Helga pinches off some of the grainy dust and tastes it, "Hot Cheetos…haaa Barbie."

"Ughhhh not again! How many times have I told her to stop eating those messy things? AND to stop going in my room! It's so hard to get that dust off once it sets in."

As the pair continued their banter, Caleb peaks through the crack of the bedroom door carefully watching the elevator.

'Dammit, give me a break here!', He internally before looking behind himself, raising an eyebrow at the design of what was clearly a woman's bedroom. A simple large king sized bed with white silk blankets and linens, a designer dresser and tall vanity mirror, and furniture adorned with Judean christian symbols and figures, 'Ok I guess I can just wait here until someone else comes down the elevator then I'll jump in when they get off. Hopefully these two will be done yapping by the time that happens.'

Caleb sighs to himself, carefully moving as to not make too much noise. As he does so, he notices a faint golden light emanating from inside the partially cracked open sliding closet doors. Curiosity getting the better of him, he glances at the bedroom door a moment still hearing the angels talking, and gently opens the closet doors.

He's immediately greeted by what appears to be some sort of religious altar shrine complete with several trinkets from a silver bead studded cross to a detailed wooden effigy carving of a male figure. There were small white burning candles and white roses from the garden–making it a huge fire hazard–accompanied by a French vanilla scent. However, what drew his attention the most were the several photos of a familiar human–the inspector guy from Jovi's restaurant–in different settings that gave the impression that none of them were taken with his knowledge. There was only one showing the facing actually facing the camera. It was blown up to more than three times bigger than the others and had a red painted heart around it. All around it and some of the other photos were similar red hearts and the name 'Nick' repeated over and over along with other words like 'Eternal' or 'Mine'; some written in the SHAPE of hearts.

Caleb stood in utter shock and befuddlement at what he was looking at and thought, 'What the hell kinda psycho yandere shit is this?'

He then slowly closes the doors to the closet, noping the hell out of whatever unhinged activity that was and slowly backing away from it.

At that moment, he heard the dinging sound of the elevator door opening also getting the attention of both angel women.

"Huh? There's nobody inside. You didn't press the button on accident did you?", Helga inquires.

"No, I'm certain I'd remember something like that."

"Eh, maybe Raphael's racing the elevator on the stairs again. I swear these noble births come up with more asinine ways to ease their boredom everyday.", Helga expressed in exasperation, expecting the burly angel to burst through the door of the stairwell.

'No no NO! Come on, just forget about it and go to your rooms already!', Caleb thought, frustrated at possibly missing his chance. In his frustration, he accidentally bumps against the nearby dresser and knocks down a vase full of white roses. It loudly shatters as he internally curses, fumes, and bemoans to himself.

"What was that?!", Muriel inquires, startled by the noise.

"I don't know. I think it came from Ophelia's room!"

Caleb's heart sank into his stomach, frantically looking around for somewhere to hide.

Mere seconds later, the door to the bedroom bursts open with Helga and Muriel entering, looking around curiously finding nothing out of the ordinary. Helga then notices the shattered on the hardwood floor.

"Hm, guess Ophelia sat them too close to the edge."

"Oh, poor little things…", Muriel expressed in concern, conjuring a golden magic seal in her palm. The glass pieces glow with golden aura, repairing it instantly with even the slightly water back inside then levitate to her hands, "There we are, good as new. Though, I must say these sweeties are in dire need of fresh water and a good trimming. Weren't these a gift from Uriel?"

"I believe so, yeah.", Helga agreed, thinking to herself for a moment. Both of them are completely oblivious to the human male quietly lurking underneath the king-sized bed. The outside to the elevator, perfectly visible from the open door as he stealthily crawling closer to the edge, "Hey, has Ophelia been acting a little strange to you lately—", Helga stops herself upon noticing a strange scent in the air.

"What is it, Helga?"

"Do you…smell something?"

Muriel raises an eyebrow then starts smelling the flowers, guess that's what she meant, humming in delight before Helga snatches them place the vase on the dresser

"NOT the flowers. It's something else. It's spicy and…kinda musky."

Muriel sniffs the air again, quickly noticing the strange pungent yet somewhat enticing aroma, "Yeah, I smell it too. What is that?"

Caleb notices their feet turning towards the bedside, his heart races but focuses his glowing purple eyed gaze to the elevator just several meters.

Muriel and Helga sniffs around noticing the scent was coming from underneath Ophelia's bed. The both get down on their knees and lower their head, causing their halos to shrink in size temporarily, as they peer underneath the bed surprised to find…nothing save a large empty plastic storage container with clothes and a few misbegotten leather boots.

"THERE'S my high elven leather boots! I told her I lent them to her!", Helga stated, reaching underneath the bed with her large rear sticking up.

Unbeknownst to her and Muriel, Caleb could be seen in front of the elevator picking himself up from his hands and knees, dusting his shirt. He looks back at the two angle girls looking under the bed with the butts in the air and shakes his head, pressing the down button on the elevator. He sighed, gesturing the contraption to hurry. He smiles in relief at hearing the dinging sound as the doors begin to open.

However, much to his surprise, the first thing he catches a glimpse of as the doors open is two cherubs, male and female, prompting him to quickly duck and hide through the door of the staircase; ignoring the big red 'STAY OUT' sign.

"And you're certain she might've come through here?", the male cherub inquires.

"Yes! A-At least I think it was her…", She responds as he gives her a curious look.

"Hey, what are you two Cherubs whispering about?", Helga bluntly inquired with her brown knee-high boots under her arm.

"A-Apologies, Miss Helga!"

"Helga! That's no way to speak to the help! No need to apologize, please tell us what has you both troubled?"

"Um, well, it's Miss Enocha! I went to check on her earlier but…she was acting rather strangely."

"Her too? Goodness sake, what's going with those sisters lately?", Helga tiredly remarks, rubbing her head.

"Then I went to check on her again and…and…someone or…something answered then locked me inside her room! I was so scared! I barely managed to escape after hurling myself through her window!", the female cherub cried as both angel women stared at her, surprised there's not a scratch on her.

"I…sent a few from our Choir to repair it m'ladies.", The male awkwardly assured.

"Still, it's quite peculiar for Enocha to be acting that way. And what of this…thing you mentioned?",

"You didn't see anything m'ladies? I would have figured she'd have come through here by now?"

"No, we didn't see anyone go in the elevator.", Helga informed.

"Do you think she may have taken the stairs?", the female cherub gestures to the stairway.

"Nonsense, you know we closed that stairway to remove all the heavenly conjured traps for Mister Raphael and Camael's 'Gauntlet Stairs' project. I hope you didn't think the warning signs were meant to be cute.", the male Cherub remarks, gesturing to the stairs behind him as Helga and Muriel wore dubiously expressions, still in disbelief at how those two meatheads even set that up. Let alone how something like that would be 'excellent training

'I swear, this rich angel nobles have way too much time on their hands

…Meanwhile, in the staircase…

"FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK OH FUCK!", Caleb screams as he heads down the stairs, dodging and teleporting for his life as golden spears shoot out from the walls to impale him. A set of three large golden guillotine blades launch from the stairs themselves as he times his teleport jumps. As Caleb rounds the third floor staircase, Golden mana arrows fire from the walls like an Indiana Jones trap prompting him to protect himself with an extra thick purple barrier. The panging sounds as they pound the shield ring in his ears, "WHAT KIND OF FUCKING STAIRCASE IS THIS?!"

Right as he approaches the second staircase, a large square block of a golden hammer comes swinging towards him in a pendulum motion. He cries out and instinctively leaning backwards, barely avoiding having his head turned to ground beef, but loses his balance in the process before tumbling down the stairs and somersaulting just over a giant golden scissor blade the nearly bisects him. He barely lands to his feet in front of a door, heart pounding and body trembling as his brain tries to catch up. He frantically glances his body for any injuries, then looks around not seeing any more traps right now before taking a deep breath, hardly believing he survived ANY of that without a scratch.

"Hooo, ok, piece of cake…", Caleb confidently spoke, stepping forward to open the door. He didn't see the small golden seal on the floor nearby nor had the reflexes to react to its activation. The second he steps on it a golden needle stabs right through the soul of his shoe through his foot. Caleb pauses, a grin plastered on his face, body registering the pain first which felt like stepping on a Lego AND a thumbtack thumbtack inside causing his mind to shatter like glass.

…Back up the stairs, as Helga, Muriel and the cherubs were talking…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!", a loud, haunting wail echoing through the building like that of a dying animal shook and frightened them to their core. Muriel instinctively hugs Helga tightly as the female cherub does the same, both trembling in terror.

"W-W-What was that?!", Muriel exclaims in fear.

"Sounded like a dying moose!", Helga retorts, disturbed by the cry and wanting to know what was going on.

…Elsewhere…

Jocelyn and Scarlett were seated at a metal bench above the stairs overlooking the courtyard with the former, sitting legs crossed, casually enjoying a banana smoothie.

"You sure you didn't want anything?", Jocelyn curiously inquires, knowing the redhead vegetarian wasn't one to turn down her favorite beverage.

"It's fine, I had one earlier.", Scarlett quickly answered as her silver haired friend continued drinking hers. The two go silent for a moment. It was starting to become awkward. Why did everything have to be awkward, she thought. She then takes deep breath, deciding to break it, "Jocelyn–"

"I'm sorry, by the way.", Jocelyn intercepts her as Scarlett pauses in surprise, noticing her shameful expression, "About how I acted yesterday with…Tubala."

Immediate realization hits Scarlett as the memories of their less than favorable or dignified exchange yesterday still left a nasty impression on her. Not only that, they essentially embarrassed themselves and the faction in front of so many other students and IA personnel and that's certainly a bad image to have right now.

"I…can't honestly say it isn't warranted…but still I knew you only had the best intentions at heart."

"Yeah. I always do…yet almost every time I'm trying to do or say the right thing it's like I'M singled out as the bad guy. I just…couldn't stand how much that hateful…mop headed bitch gets under my skin. People like her I've just never been able to tolerate!", Jocelyn expressed bitterly clenching her fist then sighs relentingly, "Still, I didn't mean to cause a scene like that and I shouldn't have ditched you there. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Jocelyn. I understand how you must've been feeling at the time and don't entirely blame you. I agree, a lot of what Tubala said was clearly out of line and unnecessary. She's clearly more difficult than the others she arrived with."

"No kidding, it's like she has a permanent chip on her shoulder. We've all been through horrible shit it doesn't give you a free pass to BE horrible too.", Jocelyn wholeheartedly replies, refusing to tolerate such reprehensible behavior.

"I…agree. We'll need to sit down and talk to her about her unacceptable behavior. We'll help her know her feelings of what happened to her are valid but they don't define her. She can change like the rest of us but she needs to start treating others with the respect she wants.", Scarlett proposed.

"Heh, now you're starting to sound like my therapist.", Jocelyn teases.

"Hm, funny. My therapist actually told me something similar before.", Scarlett teased back.

"Either they're copying each others notes or IA's budget for licensed therapists has been lacking lately.", Jocelyn lightly jokes getting a small chuckle from her friend, "But, as for Racist Mophead Bitchface, I think I'll let you, Hana and Heidi deal with her. She's the kind of girl where it's hard for me to hold back these hands and spells once she starts yapping too much. Wapow!", Jocelyn emphasized, making backhand slapping motions.

"Hehe, hopefully it won't get to that but, if she's not willing to cooperate…we may have to resort to disciplinary action. We'll deal with her as one of our own without getting IA too much involved.", Scarlett suggested.

"Probably the better option in the long run anyway. Chaos, shit like this gives me a headache to think about. Let's get off the subject of that black-haired mop thot for now."

"Sure, fine by me. So, how's your day going so far?"

"Well, pretty good for the most part. That is until I ran into Toakala and crew's little simp festival down there. Seriously, why the fuck did IA allow that?"

Scarlett sighs in solidarity, "Money, for one thing. Though, if you ask me, they could have at least been more selective of these human visitors."

"Right? I tell you, it's stunts like what Toakala and her lot pull is what gives these men their ideas about us race.", she vented more, taking a big sip of her smoothie.

"I know…and we'll be sure to address THAT in the next meeting as well.", Scarlett replies, equally appalled by the actions of her Fiend compatriots.

"Oh, right! I did get into an argument with that dark elf skank from room 2-C I told you about."

"You mean the one who's allegedly been stealing delivery packages off your door? The one IA security couldn't find proof of despite several testimonies?", Scarlett inquires, already hearing similar complaints from not only Jocelyn but others around their living units.

"Yes, they DO still suck. Thanks for asking. Also, if by 'allegedly' you mean most fuckin' definitely, then yes. Caught her ass in the act this time! She thought she was so smart but I got used to this awesome new spell I've perfected after WEEKS of crafting.", Jocelyn emphasized, conjuring a dark pink magic seal in her palm with unique symbols strung together, some of which Scarlett recognized.

"What does it do?"

"I'll show you! Touch the center, here. Then close your eyes."

Scarlett looks at it curiously before gingerly touching the seal, eyes shut. Instantly, a pink aura surrounds her eyes forming the shape of a masquerade mask. Scarlett is then shocked and amazed to find herself not only able to see be she could see right through all of the buildings and stores walls. She could make out in perfect detail all of the people inside going about their business. All the people outside around her seemed to disappear from sight entirely so as to not overload her senses or see things she doesn't need to.

Jocelyn then cancels out the spell as Scarlett vision returns to normal, "Hehe, pretty cool right?! Portable XRay vision for catching any thief. Eat your hearts out incompetent IA security dip shits! I did all the work FOR you!"

"It's a really useful spell that's for certain."

"I can teach you if you want, Scar. Couple things, if you use it, do it with your eyes closed. Opening them will make everything all double vision and weird-looking and just gives you a headache. Also, keep calibrated to see through non-living objects. I mean, you CAN use it to see through just people, specifically, just their clothes if you want.", Jocelyn informs with a naughty smirk prompting a blush from Scarlett.

"W-Why the hell would I do that?!"

"Aw come on, you're telling me there isn't at least ONE person you'd like to check out? See what goods they're packing?", Jocelyn teasingly waggles her eyebrows as Scarlett blushes even more.

"Ooh hoo hoo? You trying to get a sneak peak before we're dancing in the moonlight? Haha!", chortles a male voice, instantly killing the mood. They look to see a male Kakuen posted up on the metal railing with a mischievous grin and monkey tail swaying. Jocelyn sneers in immediate discontent and annoyance.

"Shut up, Jakks! Get out of here!", Jocelyn stated irritatedly.

"Awww, come on now. That's no way to talk to your full moon lover.", The monkey man playfully and lecherously spoke with a cheeky grin.

"W-What?!", Scarlett expressed, taken aback in shock looking between him and Jocelyn, "D-Did you…and HIM?!"

"No. No the fuck we didn't!"

"Not YOU you mean. In case you're curious, the sweet little silver haired honey decided she'd like to try my banana pudding on this week's full moon. Oh, you should have seen her. Practically begging to have a taste of old Jakky boy."

"He's LYING! I didn't say ANYTHING remotely like that!", Jocelyn expressed in frustration, slamming her cup down and raising to her feet.

"Well, I'm just paraphrasing anyway. Hoo hoo hoo!", the monkey man shrugs with a hearty chuckle as Jocelyn facepalms.

"What do you even want?"

"I just saw you and you're hot redhead friend and thought I'd invite her in on our little get together. You know, a little harem moonlight mash! I've already got one of those Pyrow hotties to join us.", Jakks heartily remarks as both devil women sneered at him in disgust, "Soooo? Whaddya say, uh, what was your name again?"

"It's Scar–"

"Ehh, it doesn't matter I'll just call ya Cherry Bomb. Cuz imma make you explode once you get a taste of this big sweet banana!", He emphasized, crotch chopping and thrusting while effortlessly balancing on the bar.

Scarlett takes a deep breath and exhales loudly, "I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't leave right now and never come near me again."

"And I'll happily join her in turning that Banana of yours into mush. Get lost Jackass!" she yelled

"It's Jakks and no problem. See you tomorrow Joci baby! Hoo hoo hoooo!", He cheered doing an acrobatic flip from the rail, leaving the two girls alone again agitated

"Ok he really makes me want to break that no killing rule here.", Jocelyn remarks, clenching her teeth.

"You're telling and speaking of mind telling ME what the fuck was that?! You're going to sleep with him?! Him?! On the full moon! Why?!"

"Because I'm SICK of those damn pills IA gives us to deal with the full moon effects! I LITERALLY wake up sick every fucking time I use them! It was either get fucked by a male or by these pills.", Jocelyn fumed, not enjoying her circumstances at all.

"Ok but…HIM?!"

"You don't think I would go to him if there were any other decent guys available!? It's either him or this freaky orc guy with a scent fetish! When I tried to talk to him the first thing he said was could he smell my fucking panties! So until the gene pool here gets bigger, I'm stuck with horny monkey asshole like every other girl who didn't snag up a decent, respectful male!", Jocelyn vented, nearly crushing her smoothie cup but not wanting to waste a drink she paid for.

Scarlett glances away in thought. Despite not approving of her friend's choice at all, she understands the pain she's gone through. She too was sick of using those pills I.A. issued to them. Not only were they uncomfortable to swallow, they greatly upset her stomach and made her wake up every morning nauseous like her insides were rotting away.

"I hate it, Scar.", Jocelyn admitted bitterly, "I'm basically whoring myself out so I don't suffer from those damn pills that are SUPPOSED to help us. I can't do this anymore." Jocelyn sniffled as she wiped her tears away.

Scarlett frowns sadly, not liking seeing her in pain before a thought occurs to her, making her eyes light up, "Maybe you don't have to."

"W-What?"

"I'm saying you won't have to take those pills anymore nor have to do…that with anyone you don't want to."

"What are you talking about Scar?", Jocelyn dubiously questions.

"I know someone that can help.", Scarlett assured, giving her a smile as Jocelyn tilted her head curiously.

…Meanwhile…

Back at the Angel congregation, Enocha could be seen on the far western side of the building where Michael's room was located.

She was currently flying towards a large mahogany doorway that had carvings of twin lions with jaws biting each the end of a cross adorned with thorns. The handles and lock were gold plated with elegantly curved design.

'Ok, I just get one of Michael's stones, return to my room, then get him out without being seen. That's easy enough, right? At least in theory but…', Enocha thought as she approached Michael's domain, encountering the first obstacle in her path.

"Halt! Identify yourself!", stated the obstacle in question and the guardian of Michael's living quarters when he was absent. The Seraphim.

It was a tall woman with long blonde hair, a porcelain pale complexion, small pointed ears, and wore a golden bowl-shaped helmet with thin visors covering her eyes to compensate for her species' far-sightedness. She wore a white and blue, shoulderless satin gown with golden diamond-shaped eye shaped ring patterns, and silver buckle heeled leather boots. She had an overall beautiful hourglass figure with wide, plump hips that dwarfed her slender shoulders, perky C-cups, and plump rear that made eye patterns pop out; creating a new meaning to eye candy. She had six proportionate, whitish-silver arm-length angelic wings, a glowing yellow halo, and sixteen large golden rings adorning her limbs–four for each–she used in combat for offensive and defensive purposes.

"Hello, oh great Seraphim Menora, it is I Enocha." Enocha graciously bows to her angelic superior.

"Salutations. Why have thou encroached upon his Lordships dwelling? If thou require an audience, I am afraid thou arrived at an inopportune time. His Lordships is away for the time being seeing to the trivialities that burden the unconscionable followers of the Father's word.", the Seraphim informs, her words flowing like powerful tides against white sands.

"I'm…already aware but that's not why I'm here. I um…require access to one of the Zionite stones in Michael's room. I-I can't go into detail but it is of great importance!"

The Seraphim tilts her querily at the young angel and responds, "Oh? Am I to brooketh thee quarter simply based off thine word? If not the indelible order of my Lord, I'm afraid thou cannot be permitted entrance. Kindly make thyself scarce from this domain at once youngling."

Enocha takes a deep breath, gathering up her courage as she looks at the tall heavenly being, "Please, I simply MUST have the Zionite. I understand you're merely performing your duty but it's very important. Pleeeease?" Enocha started to beg, looking up with sparkling baby blue eyes.

"Ha! Stay thy insipid moans, youngling. Regardless of thine urgent business, I won't allow my honor as a Seraph to be tarnished by neglecting the orders of my lord! Certainly not when he's off performing the good works of our Father above us all."

…Meanwhile…

Somewhere in an IA meeting room, three ICEP representatives could be seen pitching ideas to a very exasperated, but not wanting to show it, Michael seated at the head of the table. They had just finished pitching designs for Summer swimsuits based off of his people's sacred angelic garbs.

"Now, on top of the swimsuit line, our boys in the office have also gotten together on creating something you'll really like sir.", the ICEP business representative stated as a werecat intern carried in a large display board with a tarp over it. She dramatically removed the tarp revealing a overly cute and cartoonish angel balancing oversized gold coins while another, wearing bank teller attire sits at a small laptop typing with gold graph arrows all pointing up, "May I present to you the brand new cryptocurrency for devout Christians, 'EvangeliCoins'! The name tested quite positively with rural baptist and inner city pastors. Soon it'll become the go-to currency for all followers of your people's faith…with ICEP as its liaison of course. Now the market value per coin in quite similar to you stand block chain…"

"Ah, I see.", Michael nods along, not understanding a single word the man was saying or what 'crypto currency' was. Almost like he started speaking a whole different language he had no intention of learning.

Nevertheless, something in Michael's core told him this was a terrible idea for reasons he wasn't sure but could just feel.

"Now, here's the important part. For every dollar spent on EvangeliCoin a five percent residual will deposited into a hedge fund that…"

'Heavenly Father, if I could be stricken deaf at this moment it would be a great blessing.', Michael bemoaned internally having to sit through this man's crypto speech.

…Back to Enocha…

Enocha stood with an uncertain expression, unsure of just having to get through to the dutiful seraphim woman. The 'angelic charm' plan didn't quite work out either. Suddenly, she remembers Caleb's words from earlier about using any means she could, including craftiness. A part of her didn't enjoy the thought of using trickery to get what was needed. It felt wrong. It felt…devilish. Still…

"I-I understand. I am not allowed inside of Lord Michael's bed chamber…b-but what about you?"

The Seraphim tilts her head inquisitively at the question, "What nonsense doth thou proclaim? I safeguard my Lord's domain. No reason my presence would not be permitted."

"Well, wouldn't his 'domain' technically be safer with you inside? I mean if I were a rapscallion looking to cause mischief or thievery the LAST place I'd expect a guard to be is INSIDE the room their guarding. Think of it as the…inverse of the human tale of the girl in the red hood, yes?", Enocha proposed

Her question peeked the Seraphim's interest, touching her chin in slight contemplation of her logic.

"Hmm, I must admit, thine claim may hold some semblance of merit."

"Right! If that's the case, you should go inside and protect Lord Michael's domain…and maybe hand me one of the Zionite stones?", Enocha quickly slips in with an innocent grin.

"Certainly, I—waaaiit, is this a mere ploy to obtain the stones?", The Seraphim accuses displeased, glaring down at the young angel with an intense aura that felt like thorns gliding against Enocha's skin.

"N-No! Never! I…", Enocha fervently spokes, running out of ideas before remembering Caleb's words. She swallows hard hoping it didn't need to come to this, "O-Ok? Do you want me to tell you why I need the stone?"

The Seraphim folds her arms, glaring down with an impatient and expectant disposition, "Speak."

"The truth is…Michael ordered a special cheesecake for you and he needs to give the human delivering it a stone to bypass the barrier…", Enocha answers reluctantly, getting an uncomfortable taste in her stomach as if rejecting her own dishonesty. She then fearfully looks up, expecting the Seraphim to catch her terrible lie, only to be greeted by a still, quivering and surprised mouth slightly agape.

"Cheesecake? Did you say….CHEESECAKE?! For me?! From my Lord?!", The Seraphim ecstatically expressed, grinning from ear to ear as she cups her face while completely dropping her formal speech.

Enocha is left stunned for a moment by the sudden change but doubles down, "Uhh, y-yes! And it's strawberry flavored and definitely real! It was meant to be a surprise, yeah…"

"Gasp, my lord even remembered my favorite!? It must've been twenty years since I last told him but to think he remembered all that time. And just a couple months before my birth month as well?! Hallelujah!", The seraphim expressed in euphoric delight, throwing her head back as a warming heavenly light radiated from her body.

"Yes! So, um, can I please have the Zionite?"

"Of course!", The seraphim happily stated before quickly realizing how she was acting and quickly correcting herself, "P-Pardon my lack of decorum. Thou remain here a moment.", She hastily assures before opening the door to Michael's room then slipping inside, nearly closing the door on her wings.

She returns a few seconds later with a small, flat, perfectly circular gray stone with Hebrew symbols engraved all over its surface then hands it to Enocha. It radiated a faint golden aura from the carving and felt pleasantly warm in her hand.

"T-Thank you so much, great Seraphim!", Enocha happily bowed.

"Thou gratitude is welcomed but not needed. Tis merely performing the duty as guardian. That being said, thine lips are to remain sealed about the knowledge of my Lord's very generous blessings, yes?"

"Y-Yes! No worries here!"

"Verily! No, make haste! No reason for our lord to be suspicious!"

"Right! Thank you again!"

Enocha flew off back to her room as the seraphim did her best to hide her ecstatic grin, happily anticipating her gift from her beloved master. All the while, Enocha felt her heart racing as her nerves fired on all cylinders. She had just lied to an angel of higher standing to their face and essentially stolen an item from one of her congregation leaders. It felt terrible and wrong to her, an angel, to be committing such dishonesty but…another part of her felt…excited. Very excited. Why was she so excited? Even the fear of being caught was somehow exciting. What was this feeling?

She then remembered her mission.

'Right! No time! Mr. Bizzell is waiting!', She thought to herself, unaware of the snow white feather falling off her wings and turning a striking black.

…Elsewhere…

Further away in the congregation, down one of the pristine hallways Caleb could be seen hiding inside a nearby storage closet filled with cleaning supplies for the Cherub servants, sitting down on a step stool as he carefully pulled off his bloody shoe, wincing from the pain. The magic spike had left a nasty puncture wound in his foot, leaving his black and purple compression sock soaked in blood.

"Grrhhhh! Who puts a FUCKIN foot spike right in front of the door?! And after all that other bullshit, that is just petty as fuck!", Caleb groaned, steadily removing his sock, gritting his teeth as he flung it over his shoe. He looks at the bleeding open puncture wound in irritation and disgust before reaching into his back pocket and pulls out one of Drei's healing salve vials. He was glad she started the habit of him carrying at least a couple on him at all times. Removing the cork with his teeth, he carefully arms the dark green liquid over the open wound, bracing himself, "Hahhh, come on, do it fucking bitch."

He then dumps the dark green liquid on the open wound immediately recoiling at the searing pain but gritting his teeth and fist to stifle his painful groans as to not be found. Barely a half a minute later, searing pain he felt quickly faded away as the bleeding stopped and his wound slowly began to close, repairing all damaged tissue. He sighed in relief, looking down at his now fully healed foot, rolling it around experimentally.

'One thing I can say about Drei is she sure comes in clutch at times. Hopefully, that's the only set of traps i'll have to deal with.", Caleb spoke to himself, putting on his now damaged shoe then stuffing the blood-soaked sock in his pocket.

He then opens the door slightly, peeking outside and listening for anyone. It was fairly quiet so it was safe enough to move. He teleports to one of the large pillars, crouching slightly as he kept his eyes and ears open. At the same time, silencing his footsteps as he moved from pillar to pillar, staying out of sight.

"Jesus Christ, how big is this fuckin place?", Caleb whispered to himself, getting to a large corridor leading to what appeared to be a huge lounge area with expensive leather furniture, exotic plants, a mini bar serving many varieties of expensive wine from all over the world, a little stone fountain in the center with a carving of Jesus on the cross as color-changing water showered down from the top. There was a 75 inch smart tv hanging on the stone patterned wall just above what looked like a polished wooden altar with various religious ornamental decorations. Caleb looks around a bit impressed, "Well, I can honestly say they're not lacking in style. Wonder how much this all cost."

"WOO! That was awesome!", cheered a masculine voice from down the corridor, sending a chill up Caleb's spine.

'Shit!', Caleb thought, quickly teleporting away and crouching behind a large white pillar as five male angels come strutting into the lounge area accompanied by six Cherub servants. The one cheering was the burliest of the group with curly blonde hair and a strong jaw, Raphael.

"I know right?! The humans were so nice and their younglings were delightful! I almost never got to interact with followers of faith back home!", Camael, the leaner, well-toned peach-skinned angel man jubilantly stated as the cherub went to grab refreshments for him and the others.

"Me neither, it was my first time getting to really know some of the human followers. I never knew they were so passionate nor thought so highly of us.", Maalik, the male angel with a bowl cut and thin white framed glasses remarks, taking a seat on the couch as a female cherub presents him with a bottle of high value kiwi-lime sparkling water on a silver platter that he politely accepts.

Caleb, while remaining as quiet as possible, raises an eyebrow at the comment but chooses not to process it.

"Ha! I'm certain that type of behavior may be new to a noble of your standing, Maalik, but, as first heir to House Virion, part of my duties were discreetly bestowing blessings of healing and protection from devilish mana corruption. I've been introduced to a variety of human followers of every creed and standing", samuel, the slender, tall and refined-looking angel man spoke, accepting a glass of red wine from a cherub swirling it a little.

"Well, any old noble can bestow regular blessings but sometimes humans could use some real strength to lift their heavy burdens and chuck them over the horizon!", Raphael proudly stated, flexing his biceps as a couple cherub females stare with starry eyes.

"Yeah, nothing like a show of power to make them feel at ease right? I could tell some of those human females felt safe when they requested to sit in my lap. Not sure why that I.A. officer was so peeved though.", Camael chimes in.

'Yeah don't think they wanted to just sit on his lap.' Caleb thought, rolling his eyes at how oblivious he was.

"What are you two buffoons even talking about? There's more to protecting the common folk than merely flexing your muscles like some barbarian. One must properly understand their needs and the tribulations they've endured. Why, I spoke to one such group of followers that were apparently attacked by a devil in a local eatery."

Upon hearing that, Caleb's eyes widened in realization, believing there was no way they were talking about the incident with that family. He listened further while remaining as quiet as possible.

"Wait, really?", Uriel inquires, leaning forward.

"Yes and apparently she wasn't alone. The fiend had a human mate and two other non-human accomplices in the mix.", samuel informs as Caleb's fists clenched, confirming his suspicion.

"That's…troubling to say the least. Devils are certainly getting bolder nowadays, especially the ones we have here. Normally, from my family's experience they'd be reluctant to attack so openly. Could something or someone be instigating this sudden change?", Maalik questions.

"Seriously?! What's wrong with them? Why go out of their way to harm innocent people?!", Camael expressed, disgusted by the devil's behavior.

"'She didn't do a damn thing to those people! You jackass!', Caleb thought, biting his tongue.

"Simple. It's because they are chaos-born. Beings of pure evil and disorder with no regard for anything outside their selfish desires. It's why we children of the Father train to protect the followers of His word."

"Still, I feel bad for that unfortunate family to come across such evil people and right in the middle getting your grub on no less! Truly VILE!", Raphael lambasts, utterly outraged, finding nothing worse than being attacked during a delicious meal..

"No worries, they told me they received help from one of our own. A lone female angel managed to chase off the wicked devil and her corrupted followers.", Samuel praised as Caleb listened with an incredulous expression.

"Really? How serendipitous! That angel sounds remarkably brave for facing them all on her own.", Uriel stated in amazement as Caleb silently sneered in disgust at them praising that scumbag fallen angel. His movement caught the attention of one of the curious cherubs.

"That devil and those corrupted followers were just lucky Raph and I weren't there. We'd have unleashed the THUNDER on her!", Camael emphatically stated as he and Raphael strike poses showing off their chiseled physiques. Samuel rolls his eyes, sipping his wine while Uriel and Maalik grin in slight embarrassment at their oddball behavior.

'More like SHE would have put ya'll six feet under just like that other bitch.', Caleb coldly thought not enjoying hearing his and his girl's names dragged through the mud.

"I must say though, the human's of this country are quite different from the ones near our estate. They're more…bombastic and colorful with an interesting vernacular."

"Yeah, I met this one guy with a red hat that yelled 'Roll tide' at me.", Raphael happily reminisced as Caleb's ear perk up.

"What's that mean?"

"I don't know but it feels good to say! Roll Tide!", Raphael answers Camael yelling it out emphatically as said angel joins him.

"You know, I heard a couple of human females I took photos kept commenting on my…'Godly Gyatt' as they called it.", Uriel, the male angel with spiky, platinum blonde hair remarks in intrigue taking a seat with Maalik. In the background, sneakily teleporting near the pillars, Caleb raises another eyebrow at the comment.

"Gyatt? That's a real word? 'Gyatt'? Is it some sort of verb?", Maalik tries it out, the so-called word just not sounding right to him.

"Sounds more like an adjective to me.", Camael chimes in.

"Hey, I'm not sure what it is but if they admire me for it then i'll accept it. I accept they're praise of my gyatt.", Uriel happily stated feeling a sense of pride when he honestly shouldn't.

"Hmph, nonsense! If anyone's 'gyatt' is deserving of praise, it is mine. My gyatt shall represent House Virion in all its glory!"

"Heh, well maybe next time the humans visit we should let them decide whose 'gyatt' is better?", Uriel says with a challenging smirk.

"Ha! As if I would lose, I accept you challenge Uri!"

"Yeah! May the best gyatt win!"

'What the fuck am I listening too?!', Caleb thought, feeling his braincells committing suicide with every ignorant word they say. At that moment, he heard the sound of wings fluttering getting closer to the pillar. He quietly teleports away right as the cherub female rounds the column, seeing nothing there but catching whiff of a strange yet intriguing scent.

Caleb appears further into the corridor choosing to get far away from that room as he could while keeping the sound to a minimum.

'Ok, THAT was close. I really need to find that Enocha girl. I hope she has that damn rock so I can leave here. Where are the windows in this hallway anyway?! I have no idea where I'm going in this stupid building!', He thought in frustration, passing a large room labeled 'Communal Bath' then walks backwards stopping in front with a perplexed expression, 'What the fuck? A communal bath? That's the last thing I expected to find here. Then again, they do seem into the whole Roman aesthetic so…'

At that moment, Caleb stops in his tracks noticing three Cherub females rounding the corner, giggling and talking as they flutter down the hallway, carrying wicker baskets full of scented soaps and towels. He gasps in surprise, deciding to turn back but then notices another Cherub female fluttering down the hall. Her eyes closed and sniffed around following that strange but pleasant scent. Left with no other options, he quickly ducks inside the bath house entrance.

Walking inside, he's greeted by a large room with a thick blanket of steam wafting off the hot waters of the enormous swimming pool-like bath. The floors were of pearl marble so clear the condensation looked like little crystalline beads. There were five marble carved statues of lions with open mouths spewing continuous streaming of hot water. There were a line of seven open silver shower faucets and benches with large clean towels, long brushes, and scrub sponges along with assortments of scented shampoo and soaps safe for use on sensitive angelic wings. There were large massage tables covered by white sheets and lounge chairs beside the bathtub. There was a sauna right next to a large changing room with two sets of robes in woven baskets—one folded neatly the other thrown in haphazardly in the locker rooms. The ceiling featured a large stained glass mural of the Creation of Adam. The entire room was filled with an overpowering fresh vanilla scent, courtesy of the open box of bath salts sitting near the edge. The heat was already becoming uncomfortable for the overdressed Caleb.

"Miss Barbie! We've returned with your request!", called one of the female cherubs as Caleb, in a panic, teleports away to one of the massage tables then quickly ducks underneath as the Cherub trio flutter inside. He partly lifts up the opaque white sheet to see what was happening. The Cherub girls look around in confusion, "Hm? Miss Barbie? Where are you?"

Right on cue, a tall figure emerges from the pool of hot water right in front of Caleb's view, spreading their snow-white wings and flinging water everywhere. His eyes widen in surprise upon seeing their porcelain skin shining like polished glass, long silky golden yellow hair shimmering like the finest thread, ocean blue eyes, strawberry pink lips and white plumage sparkling like morning snow of Alaska. They had a gorgeous, sexy figure. Wide child-bearing hips, plump rosy-tipped Double D cups, and a large, juicy posterior that completely obscured Caleb's field of vision. She carried herself with a regal and proud posture like that of a noble or even a queen.

'Gyatt!', Caleb mentally expressed, jaw dropped upon seeing the literal, metaphorical, and quite physical definition of 'blessed' standing before him.

"I'm right here. What's up?", The angel woman spoke, her tone more relaxed and easy-going. A stark contrast to her regal and dignified appearance.

"We brought the amenities you requested that your mother delivered. Pardon my intrusiveness but what exactly were you doing, Miss Barbie?"

"Eh. I was just seeing how long I could hold me breathe for. I was about to beat me five minute record before you interrupted.", Barbie casually replies, turning around wringing the water from her hair, inadvertently giving a now sensory overloaded Caleb an eyeful of her bare pussy lips glistened almost like a precious gem with blonde pubic hair trimmed into a diamond above it, "You brought that purple stuff I like, right? The one that makes my feathers poof out? I like pretending my wings are made of clouds."

"Yes, Miss Barbie, lavender-scented mucus toad body wash. Now, if you would allow it, let us help you finish washing up.", The cherub woman replies as she comes into view revealing she, along with the other Cherub girls, wore two piece Romanesque servant attire.

"Kay.", Barbie responded, raising her arms and spreading her wings wide like Jesus on the cross as Caleb blushes.

Each of the Cherubs fluttered over with a brush or rag lathered in purple liquid soap and began scrubbing the full grown angel woman. One attending to her wings and hair, the other two focusing on her main body, covering her already sexy form in white-purplish foam.

"Hehehe, your skin is quite beautiful and soft, Miss Barbie. It's like gliding my fingers across the finest of silk.", one of the cherub girls remarks.

"Oh, thank you.", Barbie accepts the compliment with a relaxed smile.

"Your wings are also quite stunning and strong, Miss Barbie. I see the sunlight of this region is doing wonders on their luster.", The other Cherub joins in.

"Yeah, I've been sunbathing regularly on the patio all summer. Thank you."

Caleb, bless his heart, tried his best to look away but found his body not wanting to listen.

'Oh man, Camilla's gonna kill me if she ever finds out about this.', Caleb thought with a mix of fear and guilt as he debated teleporting out but didn't want to draw attention. That and a headache was forming, letting him know he needed to recover a little while. He was stuck under the table, 'This can't possibly get ANY worse.'

"Oh, by the way, wasn't Mister Callen in here as well, Miss?", one of the cherubs asks, catching Caleb's attention.

"Oh, yeah, he's in–"

"I'm here!", A hearty masculine voice chimed, interrupting Barbie and startling Caleb.

He partially lifts the other side of the table cloth, frowning in shock upon seeing a tall, neck-length rockstar blonde angel guy with fair-skin, chiseled jawline, and baby blue eyes. He had an athletic lean muscular build complete with six pack abs, large firm pectorals, strong white angel wings, and tight rear. His eleven inch flaccid penis and balls hung out for the world to see with blonde, trimmed pubes as his only body hair. He looked like the personification of every 90s teenage heartthrob fused into one then given a halo and wings.

"I was in the sauna.", Callen casually chuckled.

"He was in the sauna.", Barbie affirms.

"Why the sauna, Mister Callen? You're not going to be properly clean simply by sweating."

"I just like getting a good sweat in before I really get washed up, you know? Besides, I didn't wanna distract my Bath Buddy from breaking her record.", Callen casually replies, walking into the bathtub next to Barbie then sitting down.

"Too late for that.", Barbie remarks as one of Cherubs flinches, frowning in shame.

"W-Why don't I get started on you, Mister Callen?!", one of the Cherubs enthusiastically stated, glancing between his face and his crotch, brush and towel at the ready.

"Sure, do your thing little one.", Callen beams a handsome smile at her, lighting up her entire world as the Cherub nods excitedly, proceeding to scrub him starting with the wings.

As the Cherub dutifully scrubbed both fully-grown adult angels, Caleb sat in the background putting down the sheet to hide himself better unsure how to even comprehend or unpack this situation. What the hell is this? Is this a regular thing in this place? Are they lovers or related—hopefully not both? Why are they being bathed by child-sized angels? These questions and more ran through his head and got worse by the second.

"Hey Barb? Didn't you go out to greet the human followers earlier?", Callen inquires as the cherub girl brushes his wing, plucking out a few loose feathers.

"Yeah, I did. It was kinda fun. They were quite energetic and excited to see me. We took pictures and stuff together too."

"Aww, lucky! I wanted to meet them too but Lord Baliel made me do the usual rounds near the Chaos-born meeting spot.", Callen sullenly replied getting Caleb's attention, "I don't think they meet today. That community…place thing was occupied by some goblins have some kind of rally. They're mantra was really catchy though. GO GO GOBLINS 1-2-3 WHOO WHOO! I WANT TO BE A 'G' WHOO WHOO!", Callen started chanting, startling the cherub girl behind him.

"Hehe, that sounds kinda awesome though. How long is Lord Baliel gonna…have you and Uriel do that for anyway?", Barbie questions, shuddering slightly as the Cherubs work on her private region.

"Dunno but–ooh, little gentler please..", Callen flinched as the cherub girl, a bit too enthusiastically, worked on HIS private region and apologized before resuming, "Anyway, dunno but so long as the devils stay in line we probably won't have to do it before long. Sure, they've been unpredictable lately but…"

"Yeah, never know what could happen. Why are they so mad all the time? They should learn to relax more. The war's been over for like…centuries.", Barbie casually remarks.

"Yeah, I mean, you did a lot of bad things to humans, our ancestors stopped you, and now you're just mad at us? Seriously?", Callen agreed.

"Exactly. It's like my parents said, they're all just petty and jealous of us."

"Yep. They need to learn to be grateful for what they have."

Caleb listens with an incredulous scowl wanting to jump out and slap some sense into those two but restrains himself. What EXACTLY do devils have in a world where 95% of the population hates them? Where what life they have is just barely tolerable? Where women are being literally enslaved and sold by male counterparts. The pure ignorance of these angels made his blood boil.

"They should be more like the human followers I met today. A lot of them have so many problems to deal with. Like non-humans eating all the 'jobs' as they call it and not having enough rent.", Barbie pointed out as the cherubs tilt their heads curiously at her.

"What's a 'rent'?"

"I believe it's some kind of pastry.", Barbie hypothesized as Caleb wears a dumbfounded expression, "Still, I can kinda empathize with them. I didn't have much growing up in my family's estate. We were scraping by on our aetherium mining outcrop with only millions to live on. Can you imagine ONLY millions to live on, when some people have BILLIONS?", Barbie questions standing for the cherub to dump clear water from above to rinse her off as Caleb listens, feeling an aneurysm forming from this conversation.

"Right?! My family business is only thriving thanks to your dad funding our interior modeling business. This bathroom's our latest model popular with human billionaires…and lamia's who really like water.", Callen remarks in appreciation as Barbie gives a thumbs up. A torrent of clear water from the Cherub white magic seal showers down, removing all the suds. He then notices Barbie staring intently at him, "What? I got something on my face?"

"No, not that. I'm just noticing your chest looks a bit bigger."

Callen raises an eyebrow and feels his large pectorals, "Really? They don't feel that big to me? Honestly, your chest looks a little bit bigger too."

"Eh?", Barbie tilts her head then cups her breasts, bouncing them experimentally, "Nah, I don't really see it. My teats are the same size they've always been. Yours look like they're swollen a little."

"Swollen? Sure I've been working out with Raph and Cam for a bit but I don't think they're THAT big."

"Well, they are."

"Ok, smarty pants, how about a comparison test then? Yours against mine!"

"Sure, get ready to eat your words.", Barbie smirks, accepting the challenge as she walks over to him until they are face to face.

The stare at each other challenge, inhaling deeply to puff out their chests, then smash their breasts together pressing into each other like sumo wrestlers. Barbie's flesh pillow mush like clay into Callen's rockhard pectorals, their nipple scraping against yet neither getting any sort of stimulation; evident by the latter's flaccid member and her dry lower lips.

"See? I told you yours are bigger!", Callen stated proudly.

"No way! Yours are wayyy bigger AND harder!"

"Well duh! I'm a guy!"

The cherubs watch from the sidelines at the pair having another one of their friendly squabbles. It was always so cute and enjoyable to watch.

Caleb, however, would use a number of things to describe whatever he was looking at and none of them being 'cute'. What the hell is happening right now?

In his befuddlement, Caleb's body jerks up on its own, resulting in him loudly bumping his head against the underside of the table as he curses, prompting him to cover his mouth. The sudden noise and voice alerting the group.

"Eh? You guys hear that?", Callen cautiously pulls away from Barbie who appeared cautious. The Cherub girls huddle together fearfully, unsure if it was a threat to them.

"Yeah, a bump and some kind of voice.", Barbie answers, conjuring a golden crossbow to her hands as Callen conjures a golden javelin "Sounded like it came from one of the massage tables. One of you, go check."

Two cherubs girls push the one between them forward, urging her to obey the angel's order. The cherub girl gulps, flying over to the three massage tables. Starting with the first, she grabs the sheet and yanks it off to find nothing but air. She gives a thumbs up to her masters who nod, urging her to the next.

Meanwhile, Caleb is visibly sweating, and not just from the heat, heart racing as he tries to think of a way out. He could try teleporting again but his body was still in its cooldown and didn't want to risk being seen by anyone else.

The cherub girl goes to the second table and quickly throws the sheet off to the table. There was nothing under it so she gave a thumbs up.

'Come on! Come on, think! You can't be seen! You can't let them see you! You need to get out of here but they CANNOT see you! Think!', Caleb screams internally, trying his best to come up with a plan. ANY plan at all! Unbeknownst to him, his body has responded to his desire as the mark on his chest glows brightly.

The cherub flutters over the last table, grabs the sheet and gulps audibly in anticipation. Callen and Barbie ready their weapons to attack as the cherub then rips the sheet off the table. To their surprise…there was nothing there. At least, to their untrained elitist eyes.

A thin layer of mana rippled around Caleb's entire body refracting the light around him, making him virtually invisible to the untrained eye save for a distinct bodily outline. Even he was caught off guard, seeing his now translucent hands but more importantly the fact he had all eyes on him. He sat perfectly still, prepared to make a break for it.

"Hm, must've been my imagination.", Callen spoke, dissipating his javelin as Barbie did the same with her crossbow. The cherub sighs and flutters over to rejoin the group as Caleb very carefully moves from underneath the table, "Now where were we?"

"I believe you admitting your chest was bigger and praising me for always being right about everything ever?", Barbie teasingly smirks proudly.

"Nuh uh! As if I'd ever say something like that, not even by accident!"

"How would you even say that accidently exactly?"

As the pair continued their weird bickering, Caleb tiptoed out around the tub keeping his footsteps silent as his camouflage barrier remained active. How? He didn't know, probably pure survival instinct.

However, as he drew close to the entrance, the steam from the water began creating ripples around his body giving a distinctive shimmer. One of the cherubs' eyes widened, noticing a transparent humanoid shape with glowing demonic purple eyes glaring at her.

"A-A-A-A-A-", the cherub stuttered, trembling in profound fear and shakily pointing.

"Huh? What is it, Rae? What are–"

"A G-G-G-GHOST!", the cherub cries out, startling Caleb into knocking over the box of bath salts into the water, creating a huge wall of steam obscuring any form of visibly.

"What?! Where is it?!", Callen stated, conjuring his javelin as he and Barbie looked around the room, barely able to make out anything for the steam and the panicked cries of the cherubs.

Suddenly, he, Barbie, and cherubs hear an erratic barking noise then see an imposing rippling figure menacing glowing purple eyes cutting through the mist. Callen and the cherubs let out a fearful shriek as Barbie is merely taken aback, not realizing the strong smelling salts were messing with Caleb's sinuses.

"IT'S THE GHOST!", Callen shouted in fear, throwing his javelin at it, completely missing Caleb but smashing the mirror sending shards to the floor. The noise scares Caleb into hurrying out the bathroom and into the hallway, still camouflaged as terrified cries elicit from the bath.

"I'm scared! Master hold me! Master hold me!", Rae the cherub begged before getting shoved by the cherub who washed him.

"No! Hold ME!", she shouted, bearing her face in his chest as Barbie walks over seeing the shoe prints leading to the exit.

She had no idea who or what the mysterious creature was but one thing was obvious as an intrigued smile grew on her face.

'Well, it seems we've got a mystery to solve. How fun.'