Rolando grinned as the mortal woman's body slowly rose into the air at his mental command. A wide creepy smile appeared on her face as Rolando stared at his new reflection. White skin, green-hazel eyes now blank, small thick eyebrows, dirty blond hair down to her shoulders, thin glasses around her eyes, slightly overweight belly, thin slightly curved toes, thin fingers…

She still wore the black bikini.

Rolando usually detested humans, but being inside one was an interesting experience.

He lowered her and was soon walking casually down the hall. He came across the dining hall and quietly strolled toward the kitchen. Reaching a pale hand forward, he opened a drawer and inside were rows of knives.

He was just about to eagerly grab one when a voice called out.

"What are you doing, lady?"

He whirled around and closed the drawer. A man glared at him suspiciously, a guy with a bald head and a red shirt with a white "LOL" on it.

"Oh, hello," Rolando said in HelluvaScribe's woman voice. "I was just checking to make sure all the utensils were clean."

The LOL guy raised an eyebrow. "In a bathing suit?"

"I swim every day and have specific eating needs. Wouldn't it be awful to eat with only partially clean forks at breakfast?"

LOL guy shrugged, confused.

"You were cozying up to that shady manager earlier today and now you think you can just snoop around like you own the place?"

"In a way…yes."

"Heard your name was 'Luva' or whatever. Do the guests a favor and stop acting like some weirdo bitch."

"That's not my…"

"I don't care what your name is!"

LOL guy rolled his eyes and strolled away. "This place is full of nutjobs," he muttered.

After a pause, Rolando looked around, then retrieved the sharpest knife, the light glinting off the blade. He spotted a woman with long blonde hair and a long teal dress.

'Rolando, please, don't!'

It was the Helluva girl, talking in the back of his head! She was struggling against her chains.

"There's nothing you can do about it," he said. "Just sit back and watch how it's done. And if you cause any trouble, all the guests will see is you committing the crime!"

He walked behind a woman with long blond braids, a purple shirt and blue pants. The woman's thoughts entered his mind.

'What a fucking dump this place is! In my right mind, I'd have this rundown mill demolished in an instant! Not to mention the ghost activity here…perhaps it's demons! And that manager guy? He needs to grow some hair.'

A soft distorted growl rose from HelluvaScribe's throat.

A new target!

'No one demolishes my lair and gets away with it,' thought Rolando.

After the woman closed the door, Rolando returned five minutes later with a key to her room. The perks of being a manager were having access to keys to all the rooms.

He put the key in and slowly opened the door. With quiet steps, he entered. The bedroom was empty, but running water could be heard from the bathroom. He peered in and saw her silhouette washing her hair and humming.

He slowly inched closer and closer.

Rolando raised the knife in his hand and was about to pull the shower curtain aside.

HelluvaScribe flinched and turned away in her seat.

"Blaurgh…bitch…bitch!"

Rolando whirled around and let out a distorted yelp. The bell-hopper was standing in the bedroom, missing his teeth and raising his gnarled fingers.

"Missing suitcase…room 25…" he sputtered.

"Do you mind…?" Rolando began.

The woman yelped. "Who's there?!"

Rolando dropped the knife and hid it under the sink just before the woman appeared with a towel wrapped around her.

"Ack! Who in the world are you?!"

"I'm Rola…I'mmm Helluva," he corrected.

The woman looked with disgust at the bell-hopper. "The fuck is that thing?!"

"Toledo Igor," said Rolando. "Poor thing can't even blink."

"Where did he even come from?!"

Rolando glared. "Apparently, the very first hotel owner did experiments on his troublesome son, creating a Frankenstein being that is him."

Toledo pulled out a chicken leg and gnawed into it.

"He has quite a fondness for chicken."

"And you know this how?!" the woman screeched. "You barely got here, and you think you can just barge into my room?!"

"I'm terribly sorry, miss…"

"Are you on drugs, lady?"

The bell-hopper pointed to the knife and gasped loudly in warning.

The woman stepped out of the shower and landed a kick at the bell-hopper. He yelped and stumbled to the floor. "And keep this freak away from me!"

'Okay, that's just asshole behavior,' Rolando and HelluvaScribe both thought.

Rolando reached down and retrieved the knife. The bell-hopper raced out of the room. HelluvaScribe and the woman both screamed as Rolando jabbed the knife into the woman's stomach. She gasped in pain and soon collapsed to the floor. Red blood pooled on the floor and stained the towel.

Ignoring HelluvaScribe's horrified cries, Rolando washed off the knife and turned off the shower. He stepped over the body, turned off the light and closed the bathroom door.

'That was fucking close…' he thought.

He closed the bedroom door and strolled down the hall. He went to the pool and spotted a lone shirtless man with black shorts and short black hair sitting on a lounge chair, fooling on his phone. A young brown-haired boy was wearing red boxers and sat by the edge of the pool, waving his feet back and forth.

Rolando's Hell cell phone hovered silently in the air in the shadows. He took off HelluvaScribe's glasses and set them on a lounge chair.

Rolando silently dove in and popped back up near the kid.

"Hello, little guy," he called with a smile. "Would you like to come swim with me?"

The boy looked over.

'Don't swim with him! Run away!' cried HelluvaScribe.

He held up a purple swim ring. "I believe this is yours?"

The boy nodded.

"Hey, dad!" the boy called to the man. "I'm going swimming with this random lady!"

"Mmhmm…" the dad muttered, not looking up from his phone.

The boy laughed as Rolando spun him around and they playfully splashed each other.

Rolando tossed the ring down to the bottom of the pool and the boy dove down after it. He reached down and grabbed it with a triumphant grin. He popped up and held the ring in the air.

"Look, dad, I…"

The boy yelped as Rolando grabbed hold of him with both hands and shoved him under the water.

The dad let out a "Yes!" as he beat a level on his "Coco Rush" app game. The man looked up to see a lady in a bikini plop his unmoving son onto the floor by his feet. The man stared perplexed as the lady's arms were bent at unnatural angles.

"I believe this is yours, sir?"

The man glanced down.

"Henry? Why are you asleep?"

He stood up and shook him. He gasped softly in realization and turned to Rolando.

"The fuck did you…"

The man yelped as Rolando grabbed him by his ankles and yanked him to the floor with his superhuman strength. The man screamed as he was dragged backwards into the pool. He held onto the metal ladder railings but was soon pulled under. The man's body sank underneath the water.

Rolando got out of the pool, leaning his head back with a malevolent cackle.

He retrieved his phone and tapped onto the screen. He set the phone to record another video, speaking in HelluvaScribe's voice. His face glowed an eerie green from the lighting in the pool.

"Hello there denizens of Envy! It is I, a random mortal lady who just killed a whole bunch of people." He briefly spoke in a seductive tone, moving a hand toward the groin. "Actually, a demon named Rolando is inside of me and man it feels good!"

He continued. "You may not think much of infestor demons, but we play an important role in influencing humanity through fear. War and disease and STDs can weaken mortals, but nothing destroys a species quite like the infernal of the internal! As the oldest of the Sins, even older than Satan and Lucifer, Leviathan has been around since the dawn of Hell. Exposing their deepest shadows, humans become our food to savor or our clay to mold. If I can possess demons and humans, I'm sure many of you folks can, too! No matter how rich or poor you are, Hell needs you and your natural powers to help us take over Earth. Go see Lord Leviathan to sign up and may every world soon be ours for the taking! Hahahahaha!"

He grinned with a dramatic pause, then added, "And may Leviathan pay me well this time…seriously, I'm kinda getting broke on Earth."

He ended the video, and his phone vanished into black shadow. He placed HelluvaScribe's glasses onto the ground.

He opened his mouth and flew out of HelluvaScribe in a black liquid shadow form. She collapsed to the floor.

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I groaned and stirred, staring at the pool lights dancing across the ceiling of broken bulbs. I sat up and saw the pool in front of me. A second scratch was now on my arm. Day 2. My glasses were on the floor, so I put them back on. A kitchen knife was next to me. I looked around…then wished I hadn't.

Two bloated bodies were on the floor by the pool…a shirtless man and a young boy.

Worst of all, a human Rolando stood with his arms folded…and an evil smirk.

"Care to explain what happened, dear?"

I shivered, standing up. "I-I swear, I don't know what happened."

Rolando walked over and showed me his phone.

"Perhaps this will refresh your memory?"

To my horror, Rolando had gotten pictures and videos of what looked like me dragging a boy and a man to their watery graves. Then there was a picture of me waving a knife over a screaming blonde lady in a bathroom.

Then I remembered me being chained in my mind and my body moving on its own accord.

"No, no! You did that! You possessed me!"

"You murdered my guests! Shame on you!"

I sank to my knees. "Stop it! I didn't do it by my own will! It's not my fault!"

Rolando shrugged, his slender shadow towering over me. "You were the one who let me into your mind." He leaned in and I tried to scoot away.

"If you hadn't been so weak and pathetic, those people would've been alive right now. In fact, I think I might go show this to the guests…"

"NO! DON'T!"

"No? Tell me why I shouldn't. They'll never believe you if you say it was me. You have no proof. I don't want to see you kicked out or arrested…you'd never be able to go back home then…"

I yelled and tried in vain to stab him with the knife. He grabbed my arm and pulled the knife from my grip, tossing it aside. I sank to my knees.

He leaned in and breathed against my neck, creating goosebumps.

"Look at you…killing people, trying to kill me…getting stimulated by the slightest touch…such easy prey."

"Please, leave me alone!"

"Oh, I'm just getting started. Say you'll do anything for me, and I promise you won't get into trouble."

"I'm not killing any more people!"

"Oooh…so you do admit you're a murderer?"

"No!"

"And you admit you enjoy my handsome features?"

I lowered my head, pausing too long.

"I know your thoughts already, there's no point in lying."

He brushed back my wet hair and rubbed circles on my neck with his thumb. "If you enjoy it so much, why stop there? You're a whore! A monster! A demon in the making!"

I stared sadly at my reflection, feeling like an utter loser.

"I'll need to kill more people later. Do you want to help me on your own or shall I possess you again? Either option works for me."

I buried my face in my hands. 'If I have no choice…then at least it won't be…completely my fault if he's in my head…' I thought.

"Possession it is, then! You see how easy it is to let me take over. So…you'll kill for me?"

I nodded.

"You'll die for me?"

I nodded, too wrapped in shock and grief to resist.

"And…you'll indulge me as well?"

"H-how so…?" I breathed.

He wiped tears from my eyes. "You'll see. Leviathan seems very pleased with your ruthlessness…or at least your obedience. You've worked hard and devoted yourself…now it's time for your reward!"

"D-death?"

Rolando chuckled. "Well, eventually! Surely you don't want to leave me without having some fun? You're a real titillator, you are!"

"W-what's a titillator?" I asked.

Rolando hovered his hands around my bikini top and spoke in his low distorted voice.

"Wanna find out?"

0 0 0

ENVE:

Rolando posted a video:

The video showed me getting possessed, knife in my hand, and then me kissing human Rolando.

"A real titillator this girl is…she will kill for me, literally! I have broken her inside and out…she'll be ready for Hell in no time. Enjoying our last moments before she goes. Can't wait for my bounty from Leviathan himself!"

Envious-Karen: Stop playing with your food, Ronaldo!

Radical-Rolando: Stop misspelling my name on purpose, bitch!

Glamorous Glim: We have powers of seduction, don't really see what the big deal is.

Glimmering Glam: It would be fun to seduce some human males, though. Mermaid transformation is actually not too hard.

Helsa-Alpha-Bitch: You guys are commoner morons! Royal males lust for me all the time. I was the most popular cheerleader in Hell High after all.

Seviathan-The-Man: And I the richest one and lover of sports.

Helsa-Alpha-Bitch: You're still single, brother.

Seviathan-The-Man: Your boy toys never last.

Helsa-Alpha-Bitch: Jealous little bastard.