A/N: This one took some time, sorry for the late update. I'm very overloaded atm. Also thank you all for the kind comments and for staying around for this long, it really helps me to keep going.
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"Woah, this place is kinda wild."
"Yes, although I'm not sure this is exactly the spot I was aiming for."
"What you mean? Look at this crowd, so many Hounds everywhere!"
"I noticed, it's just... I wasn't expecting Imps and few Demons here too. Urgh, hopefully we can go by unnoticed."
"That soundssaaaahhhhh!"
Loona barely took a step forward and immediately was jolted downwards, face first onto the floor. She groaned in pain at the sudden impact, struggling to move any of her limbs. Collin and Charlie stared at her downed figure in confusion and worry. Not a second later the loud noise of ringing bells echoed across all over the room.
"What the fuck?! I can't move!" Loona shouted, slightly panicked by the invisible hold on her body and the sounds all over the place. Charlie frowned, concentrating her casting over the Hellhound. An aura of bright orange surrounded Loona, she felt the strange weight on her body shift and decrease exponentially. Letting out a breath of relief she slowly stood up, ears folded as the ringing was rather unbearable for her and Collin. "Whatever this is, I hate it!"
"It seems we triggered some sort of alarm." Charlie said loudly, she was starting to get upset with the bells. She casted another spell, a transparent bubble formed around the trio, all sound ceased to be in an instant. "There, much better now." She said with a satisfied grin on her face. Collin and Loona were very thankful for the mercy on their ears. "This is clearly meant for Hellhounds, I guess the immobilizing trap was just part of a set, for a rather lengthy session of torture until the property owner arrives."
"Why the fuck is that even working? In the middle of a party?!" Loona complained, mildly infuriated. Collin gave her a rather apologetic glance.
"We are intruding after all, we don't have any invitations." He reasoned, to which the Hellhound huffed in response. "I guess this is also just active to keep unwanted folk from sneaking in during party time."
"Yeah, everyone is loving it." Loona replied with sarcasm, a hand pointing towards the other Hounds and Imps, all that seemed to be wincing hard at the alarm that was clearly still ringing, unable to pass the sound barrier of Charlie's spell. "Maybe we sh-
"Now, now! Who is the little bitch trying to take a peeve?"
Loona, Charlie and Collin turned around to watch the arrival, from above, of one of the weirdest canines they ever saw. At least in Collin's view. Charlie was already familiar with Little B's appearance, but Loona was actually giving her a look of disbelief. Little B looked like a Hellhound, but with four arms, floaty pastel rainbow hair and tail, a weird mix of colors on her chest, and muzzle. Clearly an entirely different species. The way she spoke was strange, somewhat in between slurred and dreamy.
"Wait, did we just hear her talk?" Collin realized, giving Charlie a questioning glance. The Morningstar didn't seem fazed by that detail.
"My barrier was just to cancel aggravating noises, not speech patterns. It's quite handy if you want to have a stable conversation but not let other voices out of the loop." Charlie explained calmly, watching Little B's approach with a bit of anxiety. "Any second now..."
Before Loona could said anything she was immediately seized by the half-canine, half-insect woman. The Hellhound felt her body go stiff again, unable to move, but thankfully not falling on her face as before. Collin, out of instinct, placed himself in between both females, earning the piercing stare from the host of the party.
"Let her be, please. She's not doing anything." He requested, surprised that he sounded calm enough even if his nerves were at edge. Charlie, realizing the situation was escalating a bit too quick, decided to head right in front.
"Woah, woah, easy there Bee, they're with me!" Charlie quickly said, pointing towards the wolf and paralyzed Hellhound. Loona seemed very frightened at the moment and she couldn't really be blamed. The sensation of being squeezed was not a fun one at all.
The weird canine paused, her eyes widened for a moment, staring at the Morningstar in disbelief.
"What the... the actual Charlie Magne? No fucking way! What are you doing here with... these two?" Bee replied, glancing at the other two uninvited guests with a narrow glare. "Also, you do realize what that purple one truly is, right?"
"I'm aware. Now, can you please let my friends, and employees, just be? I appreciate if we can have a talk under less hostile circumstances." Charlie requested, her tone somewhat dry, which was surprising.
The canine Demon's eyes widened again, glancing between Charlie and the other two with nothing short of disbelief. She let out a heavy sigh, letting the pressure around Loona to cease. Loona, for the second time, breathed a huge sigh of relief, wincing slightly as she felt her arms stinging. Collin asked if she's alright, to which the Hellhound nodded distractedly, her attention focused on the one who had her on a firm grip way too easily.
"Well, shit. I wasn't expecting such a fancy guest to drop by!" Little B said, her smile trembling from amusement to nervousness. "Err, fuck. Where did I... right! You can shut this casting off by the way, I already turned down the alert. I forgot the damn thing on again. Oh, you should've seen it at the last party! It was hilarious!" Her excitement evident. She landed on her feet, putting herself at a similar height of Loona, which didn't make Collin any less anxious, especially when the canine-bee like Demon's attention turned back to him. "I'm curious now. I wonder what a little, precious and softy thing like you tastes like."
"Huhhhh." Collin gave Charlie a sideways glance, hoping that those words weren't too literal. Loona, regaining some of her confidence, retorted.
"Hey, he's my boyfriend, no funny business." She warned, although without any aggressiveness. Collin was glad the Hellhound learned to take on conversations more carefully. Little B seemed even more surprised.
"For real? Him? Woah, getting wild folks today!" That reply was remarkably enthusiastic. "Nah, I don't mean it in a bad way. I never really got the chance to talk with someone from so high up, ha! Say, what don't you three come with me to the upper floor? Usually I go there for a bit of chill when the party gets going for too long." She offered rather gently. Collin was weary just as Loona. Charlie grasped her own hands, hesitant to comply.
"Well, I'm sure you have lots of things to ask and whatnot. I understand that feeling, but... we also have some things to ask you Litt-
"Okay, okay. None of that shitty name, please. That is really grating to hear." Bee cut her off with an annoyed huff. "Fucking dad spread that shit around now everyone thinks it's the real deal. Fuck! No, just call me Belle. Simple as that."
"Huh? Okay... Belle. So, we go upstairs?" Charlie pondered, her attention deviating towards the other folk few meters away. "I think we don't really have to discuss this right away. There's a party after all."
"What?! I mean, yeah, this is kinda a bummer, but fuck me if I won't take this chance to get a feel of some Angel ass!" Belle replied with admirable snarkiness. Loona was livid while Collin somewhat spooked.
"Hey, my boyfriend! Remember?" The Hellhound nearly shouting in frustration. Belle regarded her with an odd look.
"So? You don't mind sharing, right? Hey, if you wanna join in feel free to do so." A reply that only made Loona even more pissed off. Belle rolled her eyes at the poor temper being displayed. "Chill girl, we are all here for a good time. You telling me you don't want to experience something wild once in a while? Learn to live a little bit."
Loona wanted to say some rather dramatic, and poorly minded, choice of words regarding the host. An urgent glance from Collin prevented her from lashing out. She relented with an angry huff his silent request for her to take it easy. Charlie threw the couple an apologetic glance before following after Belle. The Demon Hound was distracted, making sure her guests were having a good time while she made her way towards the staircase.
"Loona, let's take it easy. I get you're upset and you have the right to be, but Belle is not someone to push over, you saw what she can do. Only Charlie would have the ability, or power, to keep her at bay." Collin said, giving the agitated Hellhound a concerning glance.
"Yeah, I could figure, thanks." She replied dryly, clearly too upset. Collin nodded, not bothered by her rudeness, it was expected in her current state.
The group followed Belle slowly, the constant chit-chat of the Demon hybrid was frequent, making her guests indulge in more sweets and treats than what they were currently experimenting. Loona frowned as the clear display of forced addiction, somewhat irked that the Hounds were being manipulated into eating and drinking things that would affect their self will. Collin watched the events unfold with less emotion, his previous experience in the Human world made him used with such displays, having seen far worse exchanges, but that certainly did not improve his opinion of Belle. He casted a glance to Charlie, who seemed to willfully ignore what was happening, at least until she felt the wolf's gaze on her.
"She's Beelzebub's daughter." Charlie spoke quietly, a response to Collin's silent questioning. "I don't have a say on the way she does things, her family does. It was expected she would have some similar traits of his. Not much that can be done, as long they are not being harmed. I get it's wrong, but for those Hellhounds is actually a far better lifestyle than being hunted down."
Loona and Collin really had no way to counter that argument and just bitterly accepted things as they are.
Belle, suddenly stopped, turning back towards them with an rather embarrassed look.
"Aw, shit! I forgot about my play! Gotta spice the party a little bit more before we can chill! Just a song, hope ya'll don't mind." She said with an unexpected even tone. Collin thought he saw a bit of apprehension in her eyes, noticing also they were golden with pink irises but with no pupils. He had to admit that the Demon was quite expressive, which probably helped with getting things going her way.
"A song? Sure, I guess." Loona replied, giving the other two a not-so-sure glance instead. "Huh, we will wait upstairs then until you-
"Ah, come on! Stay around! I'm sure you will like it! Everyone starts really getting into it when I perform." She said with firm conviction, but Loona was less than thrilled with the idea of dancing.
"Yeah, no. I pass, I'm sure you will do just fine. Dancing is not my thing." She declined the offer calmly as possible. "What about you two?"
"Huh, no, thanks. I don't really go around dancing. I love parties and stuff! Dancing is just... errr, a rather special occasion, personally speaking." Charlie excused herself with a nervous smile. Belle raised an eyebrow but made no questions about it. She turned her attention towards the wolf, who seemed troubled while looking at a nearby group of Hounds stuffing their faces with drinks and, strangely enough, lots of cotton candy.
"Something the matter?" Belle asked towards him. Collin blinked, his attention coming back to the Demon hybrid slowly.
"Huh, is just... why are they eating sweets? I mean, not that it's a rule of any kind, I don't think. Usually I expect parties of this type to be more on the... acid and other less flavory stuff." He asked hesitantly. Belle shrugged.
"It's pretty normal, who doesn't love sweets? Yeah, I guess it wouldn't be the usual, but Hellhounds adore sweets of any kind." She replied with a cheerful smile. Collin regarded her more firmly.
"Huh, even chocolate?"
"What?! No! What the hell dude? I don't want to commit mass murder!" Belle immediately shouted back at him, looking somewhat affronted. Collin grimaced while Loona snorted. "Fucking hell Loona, you let him near those candy bar shit without knowing?"
"No way I even cared for that stuff. Also, do you really think Collin, being that special kind of being, would actually fucking die of chocolate?" She replied with a chuckle. "Nah, he can have that crap all he wants, it won't do a thing."
"Well, not really. I still can have diabetes, which I hope won't be the case for anyone else here." He pointed out, which caused Belle to regard the wolf with something akin to frustration.
"Great, you sounding like my mom now, holy shit. That's kinda of a turn off." Belle said loudly. Loona rolled her eyes while Collin was unsure whether to be embarrassed or annoyed by the comparison. Charlie actually laughed a little before faking a cough as soon she saw the aggravated glance from the wolf aimed at her.
The group reached around a simple set of stairs that would lead towards a small balcony, at the bottom of the stairs a rather familiar Hellhound was standing still, formally dressed as he glanced around with a frown on his face.
"Oh, hey, Rasher, I got some special friends here! They will be staying at the V.I.P today." Belle said, giving the Hellhound rather intensive stare. The male Hound glanced her way for a moment, before his attention shifted to the rest of the group. His eyes widened briefly once he recognized the female Hound.
"You! What the hell?!" Loona said, giving the security a nasty look of her own. Belle seemed stunned for a moment.
"You two known each other?"
"Yeah, from a party we went a few days ago. He was a total dickhead when we got there." Loona replied, earning a growl from the other Hound.
"He was just doing his job, Loona." Collin said, hoping to ease the tension. Rasher glanced towards the purple wolf with astonishment.
"That voice... you're that little sheep. How you even got like that? A disguise, isn't it? I was right after all." He said with a certain amount of satisfaction. "At least you didn't cause trouble, still alive after all."
"Anyways!" Belle said loudly, clearly not wanting to deal with any problems. "They are guests of mine, Rasher. Out of the blue but whatever. Charlie Magne is quite important so, make sure she needs whatever she asks. I will have someone to attend upstairs. What about you two?" She inquired when taking notice of Loona's attention drifting towards the cantina.
"Huh? Oh! Huh, I guess I will just look around and stuff. Might get a couple drinks before heading up." She said hesitantly, her eyes turning back towards Collin. "So, what you think? No drinks for you, I'm sure. Still, might find something interesting to try."
Collin regarded her with a certain amount of bafflement. He was pretty sure they made clear several times that they were not to consume any food or drinks in this event, yet Loona was keen on disregarding that stance for the sake of an adventure. He wondered if she wanted him around just to keep her in check if she ended up getting more than a simple drink.
Still he didn't question as he followed Loona towards the cantina, the wild variety of Hounds being remarkable, but it was expected since they're at the heart of the Gluttony ring. Despite all the shapes and sizes, Collin was quick to notice that no Hellhounds were exactly portraying any crazy color patterns like Belle or even an exotic color like himself. Several eyes turned his way, the sight of a purple Hound was definitely not a normal one. He tried to ignore how they all went silent as he and Loona made their way through the several amount of tables filled with party Hounds and, in some surprising occasions, Imps.
"Man, sure is crowded here." Loona said, seemingly oblivious to the attention they gained as they reached the balcony after few awkward seconds. "Hey, what you got here? Something not too strong and, well... I guess you want something like... water, maybe?" The Hellhound asked, giving Collin an uncertain glance. The wolf nodded, adjusting himself over the small, rounded, seat. His feet barely reaching the metal bar below while Loona's rested easily over it. The bartender, another Hellhound, although rather fluffy looking, was clearly a rather bored one, if his frown of 'done with everything' was anything to go by. He glared at them for a moment, his eyes resting a bit longer on Loona.
"Just take a pick and tell me when you're certain. I got a bunch of requests to fill here." He said gruffly before turning back to his tasks, which involved filling around thirty or so drinks, judging by the amount of cups laying over his working station.
"You sure you don't wanna try anything? This place sure got all you can think there's around the rings." She asked him, but not really concerned by a potential denial from his part. She knew better than to pressure Collin into drinking.
"I can try something, as long we're certain they are not... tampered with." He added quietly. Loona nodded, she also wasn't just dumping any suspicious stuff into her belly without knowing what was in it for certain. "I could go for a juice, maybe. How abo-
Before Collin could finish a male voice interrupted him, not too far from Loona's vacant side, they both turned around as another Hellhound took a place near her. He being taller and clearly shaped, his fur not so all over the place, clearly well groomed, his eyes just like any other Hound, but a expression of easiness as he glanced down at her figure. His clothing modest, a jacket with a major tone of purple and a t-shirt with a sizable skull symbol at the chest area.
"Mind if I sit here? I could use a drink or two." He said rather smoothly, giving her a toothy grin. "Say, what brings a hottie like you around here? Don't think I ever seen you on this parts before." He asked gently enough. Loona raised an eyebrow, looking anything but interested.
"Me? A friend, a job, a bunch of curiosity but, mostly, my boyfriend." Was her even reply. The male Hound seemed briefly taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his footing.
"Oh, that's nice. Can't think of a better place to have a good time to be fair. This one sure it is, unless you know of something from other rings of course." He said with a chuckle. "I don't usually go up or down much, I'm good around here. Bunch of friends and family to care for."
"You work here?" Loona asked. Despite the clear flirting intention she wasn't going to deny the big guy the opportunity for some small talk. This is what Collin insisted on her doing anyway; getting along with more people.
"Me? Nah, just an old friend of Bel. She's a feisty one when she wants, I love the energy she brings, it really lifts everyone up even when things are not great out there. These parties give us some peace of mind and, depending of someone's mood, body too." He added with a knowing grin. Loona resisted the urge of rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Not that I need any of that from a party, I'm doing fine at the moment." She replied with an even tone. Yet, Collin could sense a bit of passive aggressiveness coming from her. "Also, what's your name again?"
"I'm... Pinklie Winkurlton, the third." He replied hesitantly, although without the usual charm.
Loona stared for a moment, before bursting out in pure laughter. Collin, trying his best to not be noticed, stared to the side while faking a cough of sorts. The male hound frowned, ears folding back as he glanced away from the two.
"Dude... there's no fucking way!" Loona shouted in between laughs, struggling to get her breathing steady. "Who... who did this to you?!"
"Urgh, what does it matter?" He replied grumpily. Whatever attempt he was trying to do to conquer Loona's good side evaporated instantaneously. It was clear that this wasn't the first time that his own name caused him grief while attempting to engage someone from the opposite sex. "It is what it is, can't do much about it."
"Wait, the third?" Collin asked, having recovered from his bolt of amusement more efficiently. "So, does your family does the old 'naming after the father's name' type of tradition?" It was surprising that such an old Human costume would actually exist in a place like Hell, with a Hellhound family no less.
"Yeah, it does. Not the greatest thing to be said about it." Pinklie replied with some bitterness before glancing back with some curiosity towards Collin. "And your name is?"
"Collin. I'm Loona's mate." He said with a bit of wariness. Unsure of how exactly to portray his feelings regarding this current status in his life. "Despite... Loona's 'amusement', I don't think it's that bad of a name, surely you would rather be addressed by something else?" He inquired suggestively.
Pinklie blinked, seemingly surprised by the wolf. Although it was unsure if because of the friendly suggestion or the fact that the smaller canine was the one dating the female one. He pondered Collin's words for few seconds, often giving the chuckling Loona a few narrow glances. She clearly fell off from Pinklie's personal list.
"That actually sounds like a proper idea, a nickname would be handy, at least I don't have to start with that awful name right way. Urgh, why I didn't think of that before? Damn, I really need to up my game." He declared, somewhat embarrassed by the oversight of a such a simple solution. "Thanks, really. Good to have someone that can actually help rather than laugh about it." He said with a pointed look towards Loona. She merely shrugged, a huge smile on her face.
"Hey, you're the one who dropped that on me out of nowhere. I would think you to not say something like that. I surely wouldn't if I had anything even close as that awful as a name."
"Duly noted." Pinklie's dry reply was enough indication for the female Hellhound to drop the subject. Loona shook her head, focusing back on getting her own drink. Both males watched in amused silence as she argued with the bartender, threatening to choke him if she didn't get to see how he made her drink. After lots of exchanged glares and swears, she finally got what she wanted, the bartender gave her a strange glance before walking away towards an open backdoor.
"Say, you should not do that very often." Pinklie said, somewhat concerned. "Bel is kind of very picky with folks that are selective with what they want to drink or eat. She had issues with Hounds questioning the goods before, and... can't really say they were wrong to be suspicious."
Collin and Loona exchanged a glance, fully aware of what the problem is.
"Why she does it? She said she cares about us. How is this caring?" Loona asked, pointing towards the several Hounds behind them, all consuming, and visibly suffering effects from whatever they ingested. Pinklie sighed, a frown on his face and he grasped an empty cup sitting at the wooden balcony. His attention wandering for a moment.
"It sucks it's this way, but it helps to keep they in a good mood. Being a Hellhound can be... very depressive, all things considered. Most don't really get to live a fulfilling life of any sort, most don't get to understand the love that comes from having a family, or being with a significant other. Most lost someone, either by abandonment or death. Most... are desperate, to be with folk, to feel they matter to someone. To fill that emptiness they have in their chest all the time. It's been like this for a really long time." He turned around his seat, shifting his attention to all types of Hounds enjoying themselves. "Here they feel they belong, that they are... just like everyone else. Even if Belle... has to indulge them into such illusions. It's the best they will ever get. Some Hounds found their path to a better life and left the ring, but just some. These Imps you see here don't have any issues with other species, they are glad to be around whoever, for they also understand the pain of being treated lesser. We are all the same, at least under this roof. They love Belle, but... it's not real." Plinkie sighed heavily, turning back towards the couple. "Which is why I'm here, looking for the real thing, not just a spark of the moment. But hey, glad to see you both found it, I wish I could say the same." He shrugged despondently. "Maybe one day, who knows? Oh! It seems Bel is starting her number..."
They all heard the unmistakable voice of Belle, coming over speakers placed all around the lounge, which caused an immediate reaction as all the guest started to chatter excitedly, all turning towards the stage area located at the center of the immense room. Collin watched Pinklie's reaction carefully. The male hound was nowhere excited or happy as the others, instead, a grimace on his face as he crossed his arms and watched Belle's intense display with something akin to apathy. Loona also noticed his reaction and shared a silent glance of concerned with the wolf. They remained passive as Belle's show started.
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"Well, that was something."
"You tell me, I swear if I hear the word cotton candy one more time I will kill something!"
"It wasn't so bad."
"Collin, even that Human music you made me listen the other day was far more likable than this. Not that Bel is a bad singer, the music just sucked."
"I admit it was getting a bit old quick. Say, who is this?"
"Oh! Right. Charlie, this is... err, wanna introduce yourself?"
"Yeah, that might be better. Call me, huh, Pin...sher."
"Pinsher? Okay, nice to meet you. I'm-
"The Princess, yes, we all know."
Charlie's smile trembled for a moment, she always has the thing of forgetting that everyone in Hell knows her name by face. Collin was quiet, pensively staring through a distant window, looking remarkable astonished. He just questioned why this ring was so colorful when compared with Pride or Wrath. Charlie replied that Beelzebub wanted it to reflect his own self, to which the wolf thought it to be weird. It made the place look like many things, but not actual Hell. Charlie didn't mind the choice of design, she was fine with everything not being red for once, adding that not all rings were even remotely similar.
"It's quite a surprise, I must say, that these two work with you. That ain't usual for Hounds to be involved with someone that high up on the ranks." Pinklie said, a mix of impressed and worried. "I take you're not exactly hiring Hounds just because?" Pinklie was fully aware that Overlords didn't always have the best of intentions when taking lower class into their domains without any noticeable reason.
"No, I have good motives for it. Besides, they are fun to have around." Charlie said, easing his concerns. "Actually, I'm running an Hotel, and I need kitchen staff. Would you know any good chefs? Also could use cleaners and other services."
"Is that so? Well, you came to the right place!" Pinklie's mood soared up, seemingly excited all of sudden. "My family just happens to have a few remarkable cooks, and I know a bunch of friends that could use some honest work, no troublemakers, I assure you. An Hotel? Well, this sounds big. They would be very interested no doubt."
"Really? That sounds great! Say, you don't think they would be worried if I offered them something that not a servitude contract, right? I rather have my own deal on this."
Charlie's words seemed to shock Pinklie quite a bit, he was stunned while staring mouth agape at the Princess of Hell.
"W- What? W-Wait... are you for real? You... won't want us on servitude?"
"No? Why? Is there a problem?" Charlie asked, giving him a confused stare.
Before Pinklie could reply, Belle's booming voice reached their ears. She came flying by their huge rounded table, quite literally, before landing onto the circular couch seat, right next to Collin.
"Damn, today was wild! But just like always! Oof! My feet are burning! Haven't dance this hard in ages!" She exclaimed, full of unending energy. "Say, mind if I lay my feet to rest a bit? Thanks sweet!" She didn't wait for an answer before her paws were laid on top of Collin's lap. The wolf was blushing madly while Loona was downright cracking lighting bolts through her eyes. "Hey, sup Pink! How we doing today!?"
"Heh, just fine Bel, like always." Pinklie replied without the same energy. His eyes going from Charlie to Belle constantly. Almost as if begging for Charlie to speak. After a short awkward pause the Demon Princess regained her trail of thought.
"Oh, say, that was quite a fun number there. Didn't take you much for a singer when we first met."
"It was fire, wasn't it?! Been working on that number for ages! Girl, the chorus was a pain to work with! Took some convincing to get them to work together. Fuck, I wish I could find a really good male lead, sucks to be so one-side note on every party. I guess no one really wants to try their talents." She lamented, dramatically pulling her floaty hair back, seemingly enjoying herself while laying down, sometimes poking Collin's chest with her foot. The wolf was unsure of what to do, but of one thing he was very certain; Loona would skin him alive if he even dared to touch Belle.
"Right, listen, Bel, hum, there's something we need to discuss." Charlie started slowly, all cheerfulness gone. Belle certainly noticed the change on her mood, giving Charlie a tired glance in return.
"Urgh, here comes the boring part, spill the fucking stuff then. Not like I'm going anywhere. Say, Angel boy, where's your courtesy? Gimme a nice rub." She added towards Collin, who wanted nothing more than to sink into a hole and be gone forever.
"How about I break your fu-
"Loona! I got this, please!" Charlie cut her off, a firm frown on her face that took the angered Hellhound aback. Loona huffed angrily, exchanging glares with a rather annoyed Belle. "There's something wrong with your contract system."
That seemed to do the trick. Belle shifted her stare from Loona to Charlie in an instant, somewhat stunned by this information.
"What? There is no fucking way. I did that myself and made sure there would be no loopholes of any kind." She denied immediately, to which Charlie raised an eyebrow.
"If you're so certain, when was the last time you went to, let's say, an orphanage? Of Hellhounds obviously." She questioned.
Belle remained quiet and, for a brief moment, she looked uncomfortable.
"I dunno, maybe... a few years. I don't usually go in, I mostly sign the contracts they send me. Everything is done by mail delivery. I don't have the time to stop by every single care home to sign papers."
"Do you usually read the papers that are sent to you?" Loona questioned, earning from Belle a rather angry glare.
"I don't have to, I made them. I know what it is written." She retorted before looking back at Charlie. "What exactly is wrong then?"
Charlie sighed, before raising her hand, which glowed red for a moment before a flash of light produced a small parchment from thin air. Loona immediately recognized what she's in possession of, so did Belle. The Demon Hellhound slowly picked the paper before focusing her attention on it. Her angry scowl slowly diminishing as she read across the lines, being replaced by a look of horror.
"W-What?! This can't... when... what the fuck?!" She slammed the paper so hard over the table that it cracked the material. This time it was Belle who performed her own spell, being even more livid as the paper reacted with a similar yellow glow of her hand. "BULLSHIT!"
"Can you explain?" Charlie requested, not sure what had the Overlord's daughter so worked up. She scoffed, before tearing the contract apart with ferocity.
"This is some fake crap! But it's also legit!" She exclaimed, hands closing on fists and she looked downright mad for a moment, her entire body glowing a hue of orange, red and yellow. "Someone is faking my contracts, with my own fucking energy!"
"Is... is that possible?" Collin asked, thankful that Belle's angry fit had the Demon sitting up straight, relieving the wolf from the presence of her legs on him. She gave him a brief glare before sighing heavily, a clear attempt of trying to calm her own temper.
"No, this should even be a fucking thing! This... I have no idea how. Fuck... how long have this been happening? How I didn't... shit. Shit, shit, shit!" She grasped her hair, looking somewhat desperate. "How many Hounds were adopted with this shit!? FUUUUUUCK! I'm so fucked! No, no, no, no, this isn't happening. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!"
"Belle! Calm down!" Charlie was actually spooked by her reaction, as were all the others present at the table. "What's the matter?!"
"The matter?!" She shouted back, looking deranged for few seconds. "I will be fucking destroyed! Dad will kill me! This shit is no joke! He's... gonna do horrible things to me, and then... do a better daughter, YES, that's what he always wanted! He did this shit! HE'S THE FUCKER! NOT ME!"
Charlie, Collin, Pinklie and Loona were shocked by her reaction, Belle was in near panic mode and it wasn't getting any better.
"That is quite enough darling." Said a very familiar, static voice before a sudden flash of energy hit Belle, she slumped over the table, completely knocked out. The group stared at her limp form for a moment before shifting towards the imponent figure standing tall few feet away from the table. "Ah, miss Charlie, how eventful to find you in this fine evening. And friends of course."
"A...Alastor?!"