DISCLAIMER: The Taimanin series belongs to Black Lilith.
Chapter 8: Voodoo Violence
The roar of a 3.0-liter biturbo V6 engine echoed on the streets of Maesaki as a blue Ferrari 296 GTB streaked into the road. The sleek sports car effortlessly weaved through traffic, its metallic paint gleaming under the afternoon sun.
Inside the car, Wolfgang sat behind the wheel, his muscular frame filling the driver's seat. His eyes were focused on the road ahead, occasionally darting to the rearview mirror. As he approached a congested intersection, he eased off the accelerator, allowing the car to slow down smoothly.
With the car at a standstill, Wolfgang reached for his phone. He swiped through his notifications, his brow furrowing as he read an email from an anonymous client. The message detailed his next targets: the Yazaki brothers - Muneichi and Toshiji, the latter known by the alias 'Real'.
Wolfgang's jaw clenched as he read further. The Taimanins, his allies, were also pursuing the Yazakis. What made his blood boil was the knowledge that some Taimanins had fallen victim to Real's private army of demons, forced into sexual slavery.
"Fucking bastards," Wolfgang muttered, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
Real, the owner of a brothel called Under Eden in Yomihara, was infamous for his depravity towards women. Wolfgang pictured the overweight man in his signature red longcoat, disgust evident on his face.
"This guy is like Don Corneo on steroids," Wolfgang said to himself, shaking his head. "This fucker and his brother are Kuroi's lapdogs. If Kuroi was the one who sent me this, I bet he's already tired of them and they got to go."
Suddenly, his phone began to ring. An unknown number flashed on the screen. Wolfgang answered with a gruff, "Speak."
A playful, feminine voice chirped from the other end, sending a chill down Wolfgang's spine. "Hello~ "
Wolfgang's eyes narrowed, recognizing the voice immediately. "Not you again," he growled, his irritation palpable. "What the fuck do you want, Felicia?"
"Aww~ is this how you greet Feli, onii-sama?" The voice dripped with mock hurt.
"Fuck off. I'm in the middle of a traffic jam, and your onii-sama is not in the mood to-"
Before Wolfgang could finish his sentence, the passenger door of his Ferrari swung open. A girl with vibrant, bubblegum pink hair, dressed in a stark white dress adorned with black straps on her wrists and ankles, slid into the seat beside him. A black collar encircled her neck, completing her unsettling appearance.
"You have got to be shittin' me!" Wolfgang exclaimed, a mix of annoyance and resignation in his voice.
Felicia grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, onii-sama. Feli has a surprise for you. Just follow my direction."
Wolfgang eyed her suspiciously. "I'm curious this time. And I better hope this is not some mischievous prank."
Despite his better judgment, Wolfgang decided to play along. He maneuvered the Ferrari through the streets, following Felicia's directions. The cityscape gradually gave way to a more industrial area, eventually leading them to an abandoned factory.
As they approached the dilapidated building, Wolfgang's instincts screamed that something was off. He knew Felicia's psychopathic tendencies all too well, and this whole situation reeked of danger.
Felicia led him inside the factory, her steps light and almost dance-like in contrast to Wolfgang's cautious gait. In the center of the vast, empty space sat a figure bound to a chair. The man wore a red longcoat and pants, his face obscured by a black cloth.
Wolfgang's heart raced as he approached the captive. With a swift motion, he yanked off the cloth, revealing a face he recognized all too well.
"Jumping fucking Jehosaphat," Wolfgang whispered, his eyes wide with shock.
Before him sat Real, the very target his client had tasked him to eliminate. Wolfgang turned to Felicia, disbelief etched on his face.
"Tell me something, Felicia? How the hell did you nab this fatso?" he demanded. "There's also his brother Muneichi."
Felicia's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Too bad, Real's brother is dead. Because some bald guys wearing swastikas crashed a car bomb into his limo!"
Wolfgang's mind reeled at the information. The Nichts Syndicate, those neo-Nazi bastards, had taken out Muneichi. Felicia went on to explain how she had witnessed the assassination from afar, and how she had snatched Real in the aftermath of the attack.
"Feckin' hell... That's one half of my bounty lost," Wolfgang lamented, running a hand through his hair. He fixed Felicia with a stern look. "Felicia, just a wise words from your big brother: Don't even try playing with guys who salute with a straight arm and shout 'Sieg Heil' on your face."
"Of course not. Why would Feli be friends with some racist skinheads~? " she replied, her tone sickeningly sweet.
Wolfgang knew he couldn't keep this from his allies at Gosha. "Fuuma-chin and the rest of the crew won't believe what we just saw," he muttered.
While the children of Edwin Black held Real captive, Wolfgang made a call to the Taimanin Task Force. Within minutes, Kotaro Fuuma arrived with Shizuru and Georgina in tow.
"How did you capture Real?" Fuuma asked, his eyes darting between Wolfgang and the bound slaver.
"Felicia," Wolfgang replied simply. "Also, the other Yazaki got iced by those Nazi bastards." He filled them in on the Nichts Syndicate's involvement, suggesting that they were targeting anyone connected to demon realm technology, even scum like the Yazaki brothers.
Without wasting another moment, Wolfgang strode towards Real. He forcibly removed the gag from the slaver's mouth, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and anticipation.
Real's eyes widened in recognition and fear. "You...! You're...?!"
A sadistic smirk curved Wolfgang's lips. "You know who I am?"
"Rood Kaiser van Wolfgang?!" Real sputtered. "Why is the son of Edwin Black siding with the Taimanins?!"
Wolfgang leaned in close, his voice low and menacing. "I'm glad that you still remember me, old timer. Too bad that your brother was sent to a concentration camp in Hell! Good thing Felicia saved your monkey-ass from those Nazi bastards..." His grin widened, revealing sharp canines. "Unfortunately for you, this is the end of the road, mate."
Wolfgang already knew the Yazaki's affiliation with the Incubus faction, more specifically Kuroi's faction. As he stood there, facing the bound Real, memories of the demon realm's recent history flooded his mind. The Incubus and Succubus tribes had been embroiled in a civil war for nearly a decade, with Astaroth, the fire demoness, managing to sway a significant number of renegades to her side. Neutral parties like Ambrose and his family had wisely chosen to distance themselves from the infighting, leaving the likes of Kuroi increasingly isolated.
A smirk played on Wolfgang's lips as he considered the deteriorating position of Kuroi among the top-tier demons. It was only a matter of time before he could potentially stage a mutiny, turning all remaining Succubi and Incubi against their leader. The thought filled him with a perverse sense of satisfaction.
Leaning in close to Real, Wolfgang's voice dropped to a menacing growl. "There are fates worse than death, mate. And you just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, Toshiji Yazaki." His eyes glinted dangerously in the dim light of the abandoned factory. "Your brother is dead, Kuroi isn't here to save your sorry ass. You're now under the mercy of the Taimanins and Edwin Black's two children..." He paused, letting his words sink in. "How does it feel to be powerless and alone?"
Real's eyes widened in shock and fear. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stammered, "H-H-How did you know about him?!" His voice rose in panic. "Are you in cahoots with Edwin Black, his son?! Are you conspiring with your own father to destroy the Incubus faction?!"
Wolfgang couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter. "I don't give a shit about my old man, you feckin' wanker!" He shook his head, his expression turning serious. "But what you said about the Incubus faction... Actually, they've imploded since a number of renegade Succubi and Incubi have thrown in their lot with Astaroth."
He began to pace around Real, his footsteps echoing in the vast space. "Is it me, or is Kuroi just being too fucking ignorant? Don't worry, mate. He won't be a Phantom Lord for long if any remaining members of his kin would go turncoat." Wolfgang stopped in front of Real, his face mere inches from the slaver's. "But right now, I'm in a position to decide your fate. Do you want to die a slow and painful death, or let karma decide a punishment befitting an old, perverted pig like you?"
Yazaki's fear quickly turned to anger at the sight of Wolfgang's psychotic smile. With a surge of adrenaline, he attempted to lunge at the hybrid demon, spitting out, "Why, you little...!"
Before he could finish his sentence, a flash of black caught everyone's eye. Felicia, her movements fluid and graceful, had pulled out her jet-black scythe. With a swift, non-lethal slash, she tore Real's clothes to shreds, revealing his obese figure and, much to everyone's disgust, his elongated penis.
Wolfgang recoiled, his face contorting in revulsion. "God, you're hideous!" He took a deep breath, composing himself before continuing. "What's it gonna be? We'll let you live if you show us your 'performance' with your large wad. Or, Felicia would be happy to let you bathe in your own blood."
The ultimatum hung heavy in the air. Real's eyes darted between Wolfgang's stern face and Felicia's gleaming scythe. With no other choice, the slaver began to masturbate, his face red with humiliation and anger.
Felicia giggled maniacally, using her scythe to ensure the slaver continued his degrading act. Her laughter echoed through the abandoned factory, a chilling soundtrack to Real's humiliation.
Wolfgang watched with a mix of disgust and satisfaction. "That's it, mate. Just like that," he said, his voice laced with contempt. As Real continued his forced performance, Wolfgang's mind raced with possibilities.
For a brief second, Wolfgang's eyes met an unseen presence beyond the fourth wall. He spoke in a barely audible whisper, his voice tinged with dark amusement, "That episode from The Boys Season 4 was all levels of 'fucked up', then get a load of this! And for the love of God, give Antony Starr the Emmy he deserves!"
Real's stroking of his own private parts was agonizingly slow, his face contorted in a mix of fear and humiliation. Felicia, her pink hair bouncing with each movement, leaned in close, her voice dripping with sugary malice.
"Awww... He's not hard enough~ " she cooed, her eyes glinting dangerously.
Georgina, standing off to the side with her arms crossed, couldn't resist adding to Real's torment. Her lips curled into a cruel smirk as she taunted, "What's the matter? Having one Taimanin with large knockers or two isn't enough to make you hard? Castration is basically askin' for a death sentence, love."
As if spurred on by their words, Real's pace quickened. He went so far as to spit into his hand, desperately trying to moisten his shaft. The sound of his labored breathing filled the abandoned factory, punctuated by Felicia's increasingly manic laughter.
"Ihihihihihi!" Felicia's giggles started to sound more impish and sinister as Real stroked himself faster. Her eyes widened with twisted glee. "Hehehehehe! Hyahahahahahaha! YESS! More spit, come on!"
The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, thick with tension and the stench of fear. Wolfgang watched with a mix of disgust and fascination, his muscles tense as if ready to spring into action at any moment.
However, Real's pace began to slow down, his arm trembling with exertion. Wolfgang's face twisted in frustration, his voice cracking as he barked, "Jesus! Getting tired already?!"
Real, his face red and sweating profusely, gasped out between labored breaths, "I... I can't do it anymore... My arms are too numb after being tied into a fucking chair!"
Wolfgang's eyes once again flickered to that unseen presence beyond the fourth wall. His voice was low, almost resigned, as he said, "And just like that episode from The Boys, we all know how this is going to end. In 5... 4... 3... 2..."
The air seemed to still for a moment, the tension reaching its breaking point. Then, in a blur of motion too fast for the human eye to follow, Felicia moved.
A sharp, sickening slashing sound echoed through the factory.
"Gwhaaaaagghhh!"
Real's scream of pain and agony pierced the air, a sound so raw and primal it sent shivers down the spines of all present. He writhed on the ground, his body convulsing as blood pooled beneath him, the result of Felicia's swift and merciless castration.
The pink-haired girl stood over him, her scythe dripping with blood, a manic grin spread across her face. "Oops~ Did I do that?" she giggled, her voice light and airy, a stark contrast to the gruesome scene before her.
As Real's agonized screams continued to reverberate through the abandoned factory, Felicia twirled her blood-stained scythe with a flourish. Her pink hair bobbed as she skipped towards the exit, her voice eerily cheerful.
"Feli's work here is done. See ya~ " she sang, disappearing into the shadows.
Wolfgang watched his half-sister leave, his face an impassive mask. He didn't move to stop her, knowing that a depraved rapist and sex trafficker like Real was finally getting his just deserts. The hybrid demon turned to face Fuuma, Shizuru, and Georgina, his eyes questioning.
"What should we do with Yazaki?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Fuuma's gaze swept over the scene, taking in Real's writhing form and the pool of blood spreading beneath him. The Taimanin captain's expression was grim as he replied, "I guess there's no point saving him. He'll probably die from the excessive blood loss in a matter of seconds." He locked eyes with Wolfgang, giving a slight nod. "Do what you need to do, Wolfgang."
Without hesitation, Wolfgang approached Real, who lay on the ground, his body convulsing in pain from Felicia's brutal castration. The Dutchman's footsteps echoed in the cavernous space, a steady rhythm punctuated by Real's weakening cries.
As he reached the fallen slaver, Wolfgang's face hardened. In one fluid motion, he brought his foot down on Real's neck. The pressure increased gradually, Real's eyes bulging as he gasped for air. The others watched in silence, the air thick with tension.
Seconds stretched into an eternity until a sickening crunch pierced the air. Wolfgang lifted his foot, revealing Real's lifeless form, eyes wide open in a final, terrified stare.
Without a word, Wolfgang reached into his small sling bag and pulled out a bottle of hydrochloric acid. He turned to the others, his voice muffled as he slipped on a gas mask.
"Stand back," he warned, his eyes serious behind the mask's lenses.
The group retreated, watching as Wolfgang uncapped the bottle. The acrid smell of the acid filled the air as he began to pour it over Real's corpse. The liquid hissed and bubbled as it made contact with the body, eating away at flesh and bone.
Shizuru turned away, her face pale. Georgina watched with a mix of fascination and horror, while Fuuma's expression remained stoic.
As the acid did its work, the factory filled with a noxious mixture of chemical fumes and the metallic scent of blood. The body seemed to melt before their eyes, flesh sloughing off to reveal bone, which in turn began to dissolve.
Minutes passed in tense silence, broken only by the sizzle of the acid. When it was over, all that remained of Toshiji Yazaki was a gruesome skeleton, surrounded by a puddle of partially dissolved tissue and acid.
Wolfgang removed his mask, his face grim. "Now that takes care of another rapist," he said simply, his voice echoing in the now-silent factory. The weight of what had transpired hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the dark world they inhabited and the sometimes brutal measures necessary to combat evil.
Wolfgang sighed deeply, his eyes distant as he whispered, "Just another day of doing society a favor, weeding out creepy-ass rapists from God's green Earth. Perhaps this is better for the gene pool." His voice was tinged with a mix of satisfaction and weariness, the weight of his actions settling on his broad shoulders.
Later that evening, in the cozy living room of Rin's mansion, Wolfgang lounged on a plush leather sofa, his laptop balanced precariously on his knees. The warm glow of a nearby lamp cast shadows across his face as he initiated a video chat with his friends, Ambrose and TJ.
As their faces popped up on the screen, Wolfgang could see the concern etched in their features. TJ, his dark eyes wide with disbelief, was the first to speak.
"For real, uce?!" TJ exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously. The news of the Yazaki brothers' demise had clearly caught him off guard.
Ambrose leaned closer to his camera, his brow furrowed. "The Yazaki brothers? Come to think of it, they're a nasty piece of work inside and out." He paused, a memory flashing across his face. "I still remember visiting the brothel with Wolffy years back. Ay Dios Mio! It's not just a place for sex and all, most of the slaves there include missing Taimanins too, as I also heard from Mademoiselle Shizuru. She even did undercover missions pretending to be a prostitute." His voice dropped to a whisper, as if the memory itself was too painful to voice at full volume. "Wolffy, tell us what happened?"
Wolfgang ran a hand through his hair, his expression grim. "Those Swastika-wearing knuckleheads car bombed the Yazakis' limousine," he began, his voice low and gravelly. "One Yazaki was killed, leaving Real surviving the crash. Then, Felicia showed up and took him to an abandoned factory, where she led me there." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Brought the crew to confront him, and had him playing with his dick."
Ambrose's jaw dropped, his eyes wide with shock. "Jesuchristo, Wolffy! How did you make him do something humiliating like that?" he sputtered, clearly struggling to process the information.
TJ let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Shit, uce! That's probably the most fucked up thing you've ever done to your targets," he said, a mix of awe and horror in his voice. After a moment, he added, "At least we won't be seeing some ugly fatty fucking up some sexy ladies for the time being."
Wolfgang's face darkened, his eyes taking on a haunted look. "Yeah, mate. The Yazakis may be dead now, but there are more assholes like them still existing in this world," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You have Taimanins dealing with criminals and terrorists, and you have psychos like yours truly capable of doing something morally unacceptable to make sure the world stays clean." He paused, his gaze drifting to a point beyond the screen. "I don't want anyone to go through the marathon of trauma that I once endured."
The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken understanding between the three friends. They had all seen their share of horrors, but Wolfgang's experiences seemed to weigh on him the most.
Ambrose was the first to break the silence. "Wolffy, my friend," he began, his voice gentle. "You carry a heavy burden. But remember, you're not alone in this fight."
TJ nodded in agreement. "That's right, uce. We've got your back, always," he added, his usual jovial tone replaced by one of sincere support.
Wolfgang managed a small smile, grateful for his friends' unwavering support. "Thanks, lads," he said softly. "It's just... sometimes I wonder if what we're doing is enough. If we're making any real difference in this fucked up world."
Ambrose leaned forward, his face filling the screen. "Every life we save, every evil we stop, it matters, Wolffy," he said firmly. "We might not be able to change the whole world overnight, but we're making it a little bit better, one scumbag at a time."
TJ chimed in, "Don't forget, uce, you've got a whole team of badass Taimanins on your side. We're not fighting this battle alone."
Wolfgang nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "You're right, both of you," he said, his voice stronger now. "We keep fighting, no matter how dark it gets. For every innocent life out there, for every potential victim we can save."
Wolfgang continued, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and lingering resentment, "As much as I owe Felicia for somehow bringing Real to me... and as much as I don't get along with her and the old man, I'm glad that she's probably the last person to ever do a 'Heil Hitler' salute." He paused, his eyes distant as he recalled the complex relationship with his sister.
Ambrose leaned forward, his expression grave. "No other demon in existence would ever sympathize with Nazis," he said firmly. "To me, if people like the Yazakis embody the evil of the human heart, then people like Adolf Hitler, his minions, and those who wish to carry on his legacy of hate and racism represent evil in its purest and most unadulterated form. It's a cruel and ugly reminder that we demons have to deal with the worst in mankind."
Wolfgang nodded, his jaw clenching. "Too damn right, mate," he agreed, his voice low and intense. "While most Taimanins deal with high-profile criminals, terrorists, sex traffickers, and smuggling demon world technology, we demons have to deal with humans trying to sow the seeds of hate. The Nichts and Momochi are sure a pain in the ass to deal with. If nothing is done about them, it'll bring about a cycle of hatred that could lead to the extinction of either race."
As he spoke, Wolfgang's mind wandered to his experiences with the Taimanins. He was well aware of how they operated, their mission extending beyond just the pursuit of justice and protecting peace in the human world. But he also knew their limitations, the restrictions that prevented them from fighting high-ranking targets, no matter how corrupt or demonic, if the Japanese government benefited.
This weakness troubled Wolfgang deeply. He knew it left most Taimanins unprepared for threats beyond their protocols, such as an enemy using small-scale nuclear weapons. The memory of the freighter at Pier 33 flashed through his mind - if it weren't for his clandestine specialty, Gosha would have faced a catastrophic fallout.
Having someone like Wolfgang hired by Section 3 was a blessing in disguise. It meant that Taimanins, including the younger ones, had access to his expertise in dealing with dangerous threats that fell outside their usual scope.
Deciding to shift the conversation to a lighter topic, Wolfgang asked, "Now with that out of the way, is Donnie planning to stay here in Japan?" His voice softened as he mentioned the young Incubus that he and Ambrose had raised during their travels.
Ambrose's face lit up at the mention of Adonis. "Yes, he is," he replied, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I heard from Lulu that he's signed to a new wrestling promotion here. Quite frankly, I missed our little heartbreak kid~ "
Wolfgang chuckled, memories of their time together flooding back. "Yeah, he made quite a name for himself in Mexico. I've been in touch with Donnie too. I kinda miss the days of playing backyard wrestling with the little guy along with you, Lou, and T," he said, his voice warm with nostalgia. "I'm thrilled that he chose wrestling over MMA. It's something he feels safe doing."
As they continued to chat about Adonis, Wolfgang couldn't help but reflect on the young Incubus's journey. Adonis van der Michaelis had indeed become a rising star in the professional wrestling business. His time in the Fundacion de Extremo Lucha Libre (FELL) in Mexico had been impressive - two world championships and a world tag team championship alongside Lulu Manhattan. Now, after five years, Adonis had decided to sign up for Action Wrestling Japan (AWJ), ready to make his mark on the Japanese puroresu circuit.
Wolfgang remembered the day Kamadeva, the late Incubus King, had entrusted Adonis to him and Ambrose. On his deathbed, Kamadeva had asked them to ensure Adonis lived a normal and happy life, knowing the responsibilities of being the Incubus King would be too much of a burden to bear. Since then, Wolfgang and Ambrose had become Adonis's foster fathers, taking the young Incubus with them during Wolfgang's peak MMA career.
Even when Adonis awakened his powers, his interests lay elsewhere. Professional wrestling had captured his heart, much to Wolfgang's initial surprise and eventual delight. Growing up, Wolfgang, Ambrose, and even TJ had trained the future wrestler thoroughly as he entered the amateur leagues in Ireland.
A smile played on Wolfgang's lips as he recalled Adonis's early days in Mexico. The young Incubus had started as a singles competitor, playing the heel character with a natural flair that impressed even the veterans. He never broke kayfabe, maintaining his character even during interviews. It wasn't until he teamed up with Lulu to win the world tag team championship that Adonis finally turned face, much to the fans' delight.
As the conversation about Adonis continued, Wolfgang's expression gradually shifted, a mix of pride and melancholy settling over his features. TJ and Ambrose, ever attuned to their friend's moods, noticed the change immediately.
"Something wrong, uce?" TJ asked, his voice laced with concern.
Wolfgang sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know if Donnie is ever going to forgive me," he began, his voice low and tinged with regret. "Ever since the day I went off the deep end... He doesn't understand how fucked up I really am. If anything, I'm not going to ask for forgiveness."
"Wolffy..." Ambrose started, but Wolfgang cut him off.
"Look," Wolfgang said, his tone firmer now, "I just want Donnie to take hold of his own future. TJ and I have seen it all, done it all, and won it all. This is what old man Kamadeva told us before he passed away." He paused, his eyes distant. "As for me, I'm a miserable wreck, and I continue to have blood on my hands 24/7. Because I don't want Donnie to end up like me or TJ, even if it meant protecting him."
The silence that followed was heavy, laden with unspoken emotions. TJ and Ambrose exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to respond to their friend's raw confession.
"Uce," TJ finally spoke, his voice gentle, "Donnie's a smart kid. He knows you've always had his best interests at heart."
Ambrose nodded in agreement. "Wolffy, you've been more than just a mentor to him. You've been a father figure. That kind of bond doesn't just disappear."
Wolfgang's eyes flickered with a mix of hope and doubt. "Maybe," he conceded, "but the Orc Genocide... that's not something easily forgiven or forgotten. When Donnie found out, it was like I could see the respect drain from his eyes."
"We all have our demons, uce," TJ said softly. "Donnie's seen his fair share of pain and loss too. He might understand more than you think."
Wolfgang leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on a point beyond the screen. "I remember the day old man Kamadeva passed," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "The way he looked at Donnie, knowing he was freeing him from a burden he never asked for. And now... now I wonder if I've just replaced one burden with another."
Ambrose leaned forward, his face filling more of the screen. "Wolffy, you gave Adonis something precious – a choice. The freedom to forge his own path. That's not a burden, it's a gift."
Wolfgang nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're right," he admitted. "I just hope that one day, he'll understand why I did what I did. Why I kept him at arm's length."
"Give it time, uce," TJ said encouragingly. "Donnie's made a name for himself in the ring. He's living the life he chose. That's something to be proud of."
As the conversation continued, Wolfgang felt a warmth spreading through his chest. Despite the lingering guilt and the unresolved tension with Adonis, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for the young man he had helped raise.
"Thank you guys. I better take my time to process this before we see Donnie. I won't run away from my past," Wolfgang said, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and apprehension.
"Glad to hear that, fam," TJ replied, his warm smile visible even through the screen.
Ambrose nodded in agreement. "I concur with TJ. You watch yourself always, Wolffy. Some of the nobles in the demon world still see you as a beacon of hope that could bring peace to the two worlds."
As soon as the two left the group chat, Wolfgang closed his laptop with a soft click. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly, his broad shoulders sagging under the weight of his thoughts. The prospect of seeing his apprentice after so long filled him with a conflicting storm of emotions – anticipation, guilt, and a glimmer of hope.
Lost in his contemplation, Wolfgang didn't notice Rin's approach until she was standing beside him, her presence a comforting warmth in the room.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with concern. Her keen eyes studied Wolfgang's face, reading the turmoil etched in the lines around his eyes and the tight set of his jaw.
Wolfgang turned to face her, his expression a mask of weariness and resignation. "An apprentice of mine is settling down here in Japan," he explained, running a hand through his hair. "He's a pro wrestler that made quite a name for himself in Mexico. But... we haven't spoken since we had a falling out."
Rin's brow furrowed slightly. "Why?" she pressed gently, sensing there was more to the story.
Wolfgang's eyes clouded over, memories of a darker time flooding back. "Ever heard why demons gave me the name 'Orc Killer'?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Rin shook her head, and Wolfgang continued, "I burned down an orc village in the demon world and killed everyone, right down to the last orc."
The weight of his words hung heavy in the air between them. Wolfgang's gaze dropped to his hands, as if he could still see the blood on them. "When Donnie – that's my apprentice – learned about this incident as an adult, he was devastated. Heartbroken." Wolfgang's voice cracked slightly, the pain of the memory evident in every word.
"Donnie thought he saw me as a mentor, but instead, he saw a miserable mess," Wolfgang continued, his voice tinged with self-loathing. "I might have changed for the better, but it's not easy to convince him of that."
Rin listened intently, her heart aching for the man before her. As he finished speaking, she reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Because he's worried about you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with understanding and a hint of frustration. "You are like a father figure to him, and yet he doesn't know what you've been going through. He has every right to worry that you're trying to kill yourself or do something dangerous."
Her words struck a chord in Wolfgang, and he looked up at her, surprise and a flicker of hope in his eyes. Rin continued, her voice softening, "If you really want to prove that you've found redemption, prove to him that you've found a reason to keep fighting."
Wolfgang sat in silence for a moment, absorbing Rin's words. Then, slowly, a small smile began to form on his lips. "You're right," he said, his voice gaining strength. "I've been so caught up in my past that I forgot to show him my present... and my future."
He stood up, towering over Rin but looking at her with newfound determination. "I need to show Donnie that I'm not that same broken man anymore. That I've found purpose, found people worth fighting for." His eyes met Rin's, conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn't express.
Not to mention, Wolfgang had achieved ascension by becoming a Royal Knight. This prestigious title was a testament to his growth and dedication, a symbol of the redemption he had sought for so long. Yet, even with this honor, the weight of his past still pressed heavily upon his shoulders.
"Damn... I really made a mess back then. Cleaning them up is easier said than done," Wolfgang continued as he sat down again, his broad frame seeming to shrink under the weight of his memories. The act of relieving part of his past had left him emotionally exhausted, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a vulnerability rarely seen. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that betrayed his inner turmoil. "I don't know how I'm going to face him as soon as I look him in the eyes."
As he spoke, a new fear crept into Wolfgang's mind. What if his fallout with Adonis was a preview of what might happen with his future children with Rin? The thought sent a chill down his spine, and he unconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
Rin, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle change in Wolfgang's demeanor. She moved closer, her presence a soothing balm to his troubled soul. "Things happen all the time, Kaiser," she said softly, using his name with a tenderness that made Wolfgang's heart skip a beat. Her eyes, full of understanding and warmth, met his. "But if your apprentice is willing to rebuild that bridge with you, you don't have anything to worry about. He's still young after all."
Her words seemed to lift some of the heaviness from Wolfgang's shoulders. He took a deep breath, feeling a glimmer of hope spark within him. Rin's unwavering support never ceased to amaze him, and he found himself once again grateful for her presence in his life.
Curiosity flickered in Rin's eyes as she asked, "So, who is this apprentice of yours?"
Wolfgang leaned back, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as memories of a younger, more carefree time flooded his mind. "Adonis van der Michaelis," he began, his voice taking on a hint of pride despite his earlier concerns. "He's a wrestler that won two world championships in a Lucha Libre promotion in Mexico. Now, he's going to sign up with AWJ."
As he spoke, Wolfgang's eyes took on a distant look, as if seeing past events play out before him. "Ambrose, TJ, and I trained him with a shoot wrestling style rooted in Ambrose's Queen Kung-Fu, TJ's grapples, and my striker techniques. It was quite a sight to see, the three of us working together to mold this kid into a formidable fighter."
He paused, his expression growing more serious. "Like Ambrose, Donnie is an Incubus, but he's not just any Incubus. He's the offspring of the previous Incubus King." Wolfgang's voice softened as he continued, "When the King passed away, he entrusted us to raise Donnie and give him a normal life. Becoming an Incubus King would have been too much of a burden to bear for someone so young."
A shadow passed over Wolfgang's face as he added, "Needless to say, even Donnie has his own fair share of adversities in life. Growing up as the son of a former Incubus King, being raised by two unconventional father figures... it wasn't always easy for him."
Rin listened intently, her expression a mix of fascination and concern. She could see the complex emotions playing across Wolfgang's face – pride, affection, regret, and worry all intermingling. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm.
"It sounds like you've been through a lot together," she said softly. "And it's clear how much you care about him. Maybe this is your chance to show him how much you've grown, how much you've changed."
Wolfgang nodded slowly, considering her words. "You're right," he said, his voice gaining strength. "I can't change the past, but I can show him who I am now. Who we are now." He looked at Rin, a spark of determination igniting in his eyes. "Maybe it's time for Donnie to see the family I've found, the life I've built. It might help him understand why I fought so hard to give him a normal life."
Wolfgang is defined by many things as a person. A proverb once said: "The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they don't wish to see anyone else suffer the way they did." This sentiment resonates deeply with Wolfgang's character.
Among the demons that exist, Wolfgang stands out as one who has endured countless hardships, yet emerged stronger. His traumatic experiences during the Holocaust have left deep scars, both physical and emotional. These experiences have given him a unique understanding of the suffering that Taimanins face when captured and broken, forced into becoming sex slaves. It's this empathy, combined with his formidable fighting skills, that has earned him a reputation as one of the most brutal and feared fighters in recent memory.
Lesser demons don't bow to Wolfgang merely because he's the son of Edwin Black. They cower before him because they sense the weight of his past, the burden he carries of protecting others when no one else could. His eyes, a striking blue, often carry a distant look, as if seeing beyond the present moment into a painful past.
Even though Wolfgang is no longer a competitor in the ring, he continues to fight. For him, combat isn't just about victory or defeat; it's about feeling alive. When he's in the midst of battle, his movements are fluid and precise, each punch and kick a testament to years of honed skill and raw power. The rush of adrenaline, the focus required to anticipate his opponent's next move - these moments are when Wolfgang feels most present, most connected to the world around him.
Despite the corrupt and dangerous world he inhabits, Wolfgang has managed to maintain his capacity for kindness and compassion. It's not always obvious; his gruff exterior and intimidating presence can mask his gentler nature. But those who know him well - like Rin - have seen glimpses of the man beneath the fighter's facade.
There are moments when Wolfgang's kindness shines through unexpectedly. Or the way he always ensures that the most vulnerable are protected first during missions, often putting himself in the line of fire to do so.
His relationship with Rin has brought out a softer side of Wolfgang that few have seen before. With her, his smiles come more easily, his laughter more frequent. Yet there's always a hint of sadness in his eyes, a reminder of the pain he's endured and the losses he's suffered.
"When the time comes, and if something might happen to me..." he began, his voice low and thoughtful. "I think I'll pass the torch to Donnie if the world were to be plunged into further chaos." A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "He may be young, but since Ambrose and I raised and trained him, he knows how to take on the world. He's ready for it."
Rin nodded, her expression a mix of understanding and concern. "Good to hear that," she replied, her voice soft but firm. "Because, one of these days, your body might not be able to handle so much punishment, regardless if you have the same immortal blood as your vampire father."
Wolfgang chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "Too damn right," he admitted, rubbing his thigh where an old injury still occasionally flared up. "I'm not as young as I used to be, that's for sure."
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "Donnie is no MMA fighter, but his strong style wrestling moves can make a difference. Besides, wrestling is much safer than fighting in the octagon." A wry grin spread across his face. "Injuries are still unavoidable though."
Rin raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Safer, huh? I've seen some of those wrestling matches. They look pretty intense to me."
Before the two could delve deeper into their conversation, Shizuru's cheerful voice rang out from the kitchen, interrupting their somber discussion.
"Dinner's ready~ " she called out melodiously, emerging from the kitchen with a bright smile on her face. The aroma of a delicious meal wafted through the air, filling the room with warmth and comfort. Shizuru's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she approached Wolfgang and Rin. "What are you guys chatting about wrestling? Oh, wait, I heard about this newbie coming from Mexico to Japan!"
Wolfgang turned to face Shizuru, his expression softening slightly at the sight of her enthusiasm. He ran a hand through his hair, a habit he often fell into when preparing to explain something complex. "His name is Adonis van der Michaelis," he began, his voice carrying a hint of pride despite the heavy conversation he'd just had with Rin. "My mentee. Ambrose, TJ, and I trained him." He paused for a moment, his blue eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. "And it's a long story."
Shizuru's interest was piqued, and she settled herself on the arm of the couch, eager to hear more. "A long story, huh? Well, we've got all dinner to hear about it," she said encouragingly, her gentle nature shining through as she sensed the weight of the topic.
After dinner, Wolfgang began to talk about Adonis, his voice taking on a lighter tone as he delved into his protégé's characteristics as a wrestler and his heritage as an Incubus. He deliberately set aside the heavy issues between master and pupil, focusing instead on painting a vivid picture of the young man he had helped raise.
"Donnie is one of the many children of the previous Incubus King," Wolfgang explained, his blue eyes distant as if recalling a memory. "The old King passed away at quite an advanced age. To be honest, I don't have much intel on his other concubines or children." He paused, his expression softening. "In his dying breath, he asked Ambrose and myself to raise and nurture Donnie, free from the burden of the throne."
Shizuru's eyes widened with interest. "That's a blessing in disguise, isn't it?" she mused, tilting her head thoughtfully. "You sure make a good father figure, Wolfgang. But tell me, what does Adonis look like? I'm curious about this protégé of yours."
Wolfgang's lips quirked into a small smile. "He's a bit lean and slightly muscular," he began, gesturing with his hands to emphasize his words. "But what really makes him stand out among other Incubi is his androgynous appearance. He has very feminine-like facial features while maintaining a masculine body." He glanced at Rin, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "In layman's terms, he's like an older and more experienced version of Shikanosuke."
Rin raised an eyebrow at the comparison to her cousin, a mix of surprise and curiosity crossing her face. Wolfgang continued, his tone becoming more serious, "It's not always easy for him. Adonis is often mistaken for a woman, and he's even been the target of homophobic slurs because of his androgynous features." He shook his head, a flicker of protective anger passing over his face. "It's different from Shikanosuke's situation, though. Your cousin's need to dress like a girl is justified, given the Uehara clan's superstitious curse on their patriarchs."
Shizuru leaned forward, her brow furrowed in concern. "That must be tough for him. How does he handle it?"
Wolfgang sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He's developed a thick skin, but it's not always easy. Unfortunately, Adonis has also picked up some of my... less desirable traits." He looked slightly sheepish as he admitted this. "He can be arrogant and reckless, which fits well with his heel character in the ring, but it's not always the best approach in real life."
Rin nodded knowingly, having seen firsthand some of Wolfgang's more challenging personality traits. "But he's not all rough edges, is he?" she prompted gently.
Wolfgang's expression softened. "No, he's not. In his private life, Adonis has a very idealistic approach. He's compassionate and altruistic, always wanting to help others. Sometimes to a fault, actually." A fond smile played on his lips. "He can be quite naive since he's still young. It's both endearing and worrying at times."
Shizuru leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "You mentioned that he's also an Incubus, right?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with interest. "Has he ever been in bed with women?"
Wolfgang chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that filled the room. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "As far as I know, he's still celibate. But he's definitely single and ready to mingle, as they say."
He paused, his expression growing more thoughtful. "Donnie's already awakened his powers, though. It's quite something to see, actually. Ambrose and I didn't even need to give him the whole sex education spiel about how to use his abilities. I've always encouraged him to figure it out on his own."
Rin raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "That sounds like you, alright," she said, her voice tinged with affection.
Wolfgang grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, you know me. I've always believed in learning by doing. I told him, 'It's a freakin' jungle out there, kid. You'll find a way to have fun with some random human or demon hotties along the way.'"
Shizuru's eyes widened slightly, but she couldn't help but laugh. "And what other pearls of wisdom did you share with him?" she asked, her tone playful.
Wolfgang's grin widened. "Oh, you know, the usual stuff," he said, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone. "I told him, 'The best way to enjoy sex is if you want to get stronger. Do it every morning, day and night. Before and after every meal. Do it until you're exhausted and can't stand straight. Keep going until there's nothing left, and then some more! Let your woman take you until you faint, while you still desire for more.'"
Rin nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. "I remember hearing those words before," she said softly. "It makes sense, though. As Taimanins, we have the ability to seduce our targets through Bedroom Arts. It's not so different from what Incubi and Succubi can do."
Wolfgang nodded, his expression growing more serious. "That's right. Incubi and Succubi have this innate ability to use their charms to drain life energy from their victims through their dreams. It's a powerful tool, but it can be dangerous if not used responsibly."
Shizuru tilted her head, her brow furrowing slightly. "That sounds intense. How does Adonis handle that kind of power?"
Wolfgang sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's been a learning process for him, that's for sure. He's still young, and with youth comes a certain... impetuousness. But he's got a good heart, and he's learning to control his abilities."
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I've tried to teach him that with great power comes great responsibility. It's not just about having fun or getting stronger. It's about understanding the impact you can have on others, both positive and negative."
As Shizuru's playful words hung in the air, a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. She held up the voodoo doll, twirling it between her fingers with a sly grin. "How about we let our fiery friend join in the fun? "
Wolfgang's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mix of amusement and intrigue crossing his face. "Well, well," he chuckled, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. "Looks like someone's been doing a bit of pickpocketing. I didn't even notice you swipe that."
Rin's eyes widened slightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Shizuru," she admonished, though there was a hint of curiosity in her voice. "Are you sure that's... ethical?"
Shizuru's grin only widened. "Oh, come on," she coaxed, her voice light and teasing. "It's not like we're hurting anyone. Well, except maybe Astaroth's pride." She winked at Wolfgang. "Besides, didn't you say she's trapped in an endless loop of pleasure anyway?"
Wolfgang nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "That's true," he mused, rubbing his chin. "As long as that splinter remains, she's caught in that cycle. It's a bit of poetic justice, if you ask me."
Rin bit her lip, still looking a bit uncertain. "But... using it for our own pleasure? Isn't that a bit..."
"Kinky?" Shizuru finished for her, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. "That's kind of the point, isn't it?"
Wolfgang couldn't help but laugh at Shizuru's boldness. He reached out, gently taking Rin's hand in his. "Hey," he said softly, his jade eyes meeting hers. "We don't have to if you're not comfortable. It's just a bit of fun, but your feelings come first."
Rin looked at Wolfgang, then at Shizuru, who was still grinning impishly. Slowly, a small smile began to form on her lips. "Well... I suppose it couldn't hurt to try," she said, her voice gaining a hint of excitement.
Shizuru clapped her hands together in delight. "That's the spirit!" she cheered. She stood up, stretching languidly. "Now, shall we take this party somewhere more comfortable?"
Elsewhere within the far reaches of the demon realm lies a land of perpetual fire and brimstone. The Magma Zone, also known as the Burning Plains, is a hellish landscape where rivers of lava flow freely, and the air shimmers with intense heat. This infernal region is so extreme that even the hardiest of humans or lesser demons would be reduced to ash in mere moments.
The Inferno demons call this scorching domain their home. Wolfgang and Adonis, in their typical irreverent fashion, have taken to calling these beings 'Hotheads' – a nickname that stems from the fiery hair sported by many of the realm's inhabitants. Even Astaroth, the formidable Queen of Inferno, isn't spared from this mocking moniker.
Amidst this sea of fire stands a castle, its exterior reminiscent of an active volcano. Despite its intimidating outward appearance, the interior of the fortress is surprisingly refined. Elegant hallways and grand chambers evoke the image of a sophisticated medieval palace, complete with an impressive throne room fit for royalty.
But it's in the Queen's private chambers where our attention is drawn. Here, we find Astaroth, the red-haired, voluptuous ruler of this fiery domain, in a state of utter exhaustion. Her body glistens with sweat, the bedsheets beneath her soaked through. Her lizard-like tongue lolls from her mouth as she pants heavily, struggling to catch her breath.
"W-why... why can't I stop?" Astaroth gasps, her voice a mixture of frustration and bewilderment. Despite her obvious fatigue, her hands continue to roam her body, seemingly of their own accord. Her nipples stand at attention, oversensitive from constant stimulation, while the folds of her womanhood remain slick with arousal.
Unbeknownst to the Inferno Queen, she has fallen victim to a cruel trick. For two weeks now, she has been trapped in this cycle of endless self-pleasure, unable to break free from its grip. Her right-hand, a dark elf named Wester, has grown increasingly worried about her mistress's well-being, yet feels powerless to intervene.
The irony of the situation is not lost on those who know Astaroth well. The Queen of Inferno has always been known for her insatiable appetites and hedonistic nature. She revels in dominating those who prove themselves worthy through displays of strength. But now, she finds herself at the mercy of her own desires, pushed far beyond even her considerable limits.
As Astaroth writhes on her bed, caught in the throes of yet another unwanted climax, she can't help but wonder how she ended up in this predicament. The Queen of Inferno, usually so in control, now finds herself utterly at the mercy of an unseen force. It's a humbling experience for one who has always prided herself on her power and dominance.
Astaroth's body convulsed as another wave of unwanted pleasure crashed over her. Her ruby-red eyes, normally filled with fierce determination, now glazed over with a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. Sweat glistened on her silky, humanoid skin, reflecting the dim light of the chamber's ever-burning candles.
"No... not again!" she gasped, her hand trembling as it involuntarily reached for her most sensitive areas. "I'm already... tired of this! But I can't... I can't stop!"
The Queen of Inferno, known for her sadistic and domineering nature, now found herself utterly helpless against this unseen force. Her voluptuous figure, usually a source of pride and power, now felt like a prison of flesh, trapped in an endless cycle of stimulation.
As her fingers made contact with her overworked flesh, Astaroth felt a peculiar sensation deep within her core. It was as if something alive writhed inside her, its presence both foreign and invasive. The feeling was reminiscent of thorny vines, their imaginary barbs sending jolts of intense sensation throughout her body.
"What is this... thing inside me?!" she cried out, her voice hoarse from days of unrelenting moans and screams. "I can almost feel it, but I don't see anything... Aaahh~"
Her back arched involuntarily as another orgasm ripped through her, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. The invisible force seemed to feed on her climaxes, growing stronger with each one, pushing her further into this maddening spiral.
Wester, the dark elf who served as Astaroth's right hand, stood just outside the chamber doors, her pointed ears twitching at the sound of her mistress's distress. She wrung her hands anxiously, torn between her duty to protect her queen and the fear of what might happen if she intervened.
"My Queen," she whispered to herself, "what foul magic has befallen you?"
Inside the room, Astaroth's mind raced, desperately trying to make sense of her predicament. In all her years ruling the Inferno, she had never encountered anything like this. The sensation inside her pulsed, sending another jolt of pleasure through her oversensitive body.
"Is this... some kind of curse?" she managed to gasp between ragged breaths. "Or a new form of demon... parasitee?"
As if in response to her questions, the invisible force seemed to intensify its assault. Astaroth's eyes widened in shock as she felt the presence spread, tendrils of sensation reaching further into her body.
"No... please," she whimpered, a sound that would have shocked any who knew her as the proud and powerful Queen of Inferno. "I can't take anymore... I need... I need help..."
But even as the words left her lips, Astaroth knew that help might not come. Trapped in her private chambers, at the mercy of this unseen tormentor.
Wester's pointed ears twitched as she heard Astaroth's desperate plea. The dark elf's brow furrowed with concern, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle of her Queen's predicament. She pressed her ear closer to the chamber door, listening intently to the sounds of distress emanating from within.
"This isn't good... Someone's controlling her, but by who?" Wester muttered under her breath, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the door as she thought.
Meanwhile, back in the human world, a different scene was unfolding. Inside the bedroom of Rin's mansion, on the left side of the bed, Shizuru sat with a focused expression. In her hands, she held the same voodoo doll that bound Astaroth's DNA as a result of its creation using her hair follicles.
Shizuru's eyes gleamed with a mixture of concentration and mischief as she prepared to unleash her unique blend of ninja arts. "Let's see how you like this, little queen," she murmured, her voice low and teasing.
With practiced precision, Shizuru extended her index finger. A faint green glow emanated from her fingertip as she channeled her Wood Art, infusing it with a potent dose of Bedroom Art. This combination resulted in a technique she called 'Thorns of Flame' – a name that belied its true nature.
As Shizuru's finger hovered over the voodoo doll, a thin, thorny tendril materialized. It was almost invisible to the naked eye, resembling a shimmering heat haze more than a physical object. With a delicate touch, she guided the ethereal tendril towards the doll.
The scene seemed to split, offering two simultaneous perspectives. On one side, Astaroth writhed on her bed in the Inferno, her body caught in an endless cycle of unwanted pleasure. On the other, Shizuru sat calmly, her finger tracing intricate patterns over the voodoo doll.
As the thorny tendril made contact with the doll, Shizuru's left hand unconsciously moved to her own body. Her fingers brushed against her left nipple, sending a small shiver down her spine. Whether this was a side effect of the technique or simply Shizuru's own excitement was unclear.
"I wonder if you're enjoying this as much as I am," Shizuru whispered to the doll, a sly smile playing on her lips. Her fingers continued their dance, alternating between gentle caresses and more insistent prodding.
In the Inferno, Astaroth's cries grew more desperate. The invisible force inside her seemed to intensify, mirroring Shizuru's movements with uncanny precision. The Queen of Inferno, usually so proud and dominant, was reduced to a quivering mess, utterly at the mercy of an unseen tormentor.
Shizuru's breath quickened slightly as she continued her ministrations. The connection between her actions and Astaroth's reactions was clear, even across the vast distance separating them. It was a display of power that would have been terrifying if it wasn't so intimately focused.
"Just a little more," Shizuru murmured, her voice husky with concentration. Her movements became more deliberate, each touch of the thorny tendril on the voodoo doll sending waves of sensation through Astaroth's body.
The dual perspectives continued, showing the stark contrast between Shizuru's controlled actions and Astaroth's unraveling composure.
Considering how Astaroth found herself in this mess, she couldn't help but curse her own arrogance. Despite winning her fight against Wolfgang not too long ago, the Dutch demon had ultimately gotten the last laugh. If she hadn't been so overconfident, she might have noticed the subtle traps he had laid - splinters infused with aphrodisiac pheromones and a voodoo doll created from her hair follicles. These conduits had pushed her body's sensitivity to its peak, leaving her vulnerable and at their mercy.
What made matters worse was that Wolfgang wasn't the only one toying with the voodoo doll. He had allowed Rin and Shizuru to join in, turning this into a perverse game of three against one. Even though they were far from the demon realm, Astaroth found herself being violated by two Taimanins and a vampire werewolf, her pride shattered along with her composure.
In the room, Shizuru was engrossed in pleasuring the voodoo doll, her fingers dancing across its surface with expert precision. Next to her, on the spacious bed, Wolfgang and Rin were lost in their own world of passion.
"Mmmmhhh~ Aaaahhh~ Nnnmmmhhh~" Rin's melodious moans filled the air, mingling with the rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh. The couple was intertwined in a lotus position, their bodies so close it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
Wolfgang's muscular arms wrapped around Rin's lithe form, pulling her closer with each movement. His lips sought hers hungrily, breaking away only to trail kisses down her neck and onto her breasts. Rin's fingers tangled in Wolfgang's hair, guiding him as he suckled and teased her sensitive peaks.
"Rin..." Wolfgang breathed her name like a prayer, his voice husky with desire.
A playful smirk danced on Rin's lips as she met his gaze. "Heh, you're getting better than the last time. As expected of a seven-time champion - you're quite the expert at pleasuring women!"
Wolfgang chuckled, his hands roaming the curves of her body. "Much better than having some hideous, faceless simps doing it with other ladies," he jested, earning a soft laugh from Rin.
Despite the heat of the moment, Wolfgang had decided to play it safe. Earlier, Rin had insisted on him wearing protection, sliding a condom onto his shaft before they began their intimate dance. It was a small price to pay for the bliss they were experiencing now.
As they moved together, Wolfgang couldn't help but marvel at Rin's beauty. Her body was a work of art, lean and toned from years of training, yet soft and feminine in all the right places. In the dim light of the room, her skin seemed to glow, giving her an otherworldly appearance.
"You're breathtaking," Wolfgang murmured, his eyes roaming her form with undisguised admiration. "Like a goddess come to life."
Rin's cheeks flushed at the compliment, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Then worship me properly, my champion," she purred, rolling her hips in a way that made Wolfgang groan with pleasure.
As they lost themselves in each other, the world outside their bubble ceased to exist. For now, there was only this moment, this connection, this shared ecstasy that bound them together in ways that went beyond the physical.
Overhearing the couple, Shizuru playfully interrupted their intimate moment, her voice laced with a mixture of teasing and sincerity.
"Make that two goddesses, Wolfgang~ " she chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Then, her tone shifted slightly, carrying a hint of protectiveness. "By the way, if you break Rin's heart, I'll never forgive you."
Wolfgang paused, his arms still wrapped around Rin. He turned his head to meet Shizuru's gaze, his expression serious despite the intimate setting. "I know that," he replied, his voice low and earnest. "Breakups are painful, and it's not hard to see why. That's why I will never take anyone or anything for granted."
His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of past experiences. Rin's fingers gently traced patterns on his back, a silent gesture of understanding and support.
Wolfgang's honesty was palpable, a stark contrast to his often edgy and vicious exterior. It was clear that despite his centuries of life, he was acutely aware of the complexities of romantic relationships. His commitment to Rin was evident in every word, every touch.
As the conversation unfolded, the parallels between Wolfgang and Fuuma became more apparent. Both men possessed charisma and cunning in spades, but Wolfgang's hermit-like tendencies and proactive nature set him apart. His life had been marked by loneliness and corruption, yet he had never lost his capacity for kindness.
Shizuru's eyes softened as she observed the couple. "Rin is lucky to have you," she said, her voice warm. "You two are like birds of a feather. She accepts you for who you are, just as her mother did."
The mention of Rin's mother brought a flicker of emotion to Wolfgang's eyes. He tightened his embrace around Rin, burying his face in her hair for a moment before responding.
"I'm the lucky one," he murmured, loud enough for both women to hear. "To have found acceptance and love in this chaotic world... it's more than I ever dared to hope for."
Rin leaned back slightly, cupping Wolfgang's face in her hands. "We're both lucky," she corrected gently. "To have found each other, to have Shizuru and our friends... it's a blessing in this often cruel world."
The room fell silent for a moment, the air thick with emotion. Then, with a playful smirk, Shizuru broke the tension.
"Well, as touching as this is, shall we get back to the task at hand?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, glancing at the voodoo doll in her lap. "I believe we have a certain Queen of Inferno to teach a lesson to."
Wolfgang's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he jested, "And we're going to keep doing it again... and again... and again... and again... and again... and again... and again... and again... and again... and again... until Queen Hothead can't stand up straight!"
Rin couldn't help but chuckle, her body shaking slightly against Wolfgang's. "I never thought you had the audacity to turn something so unsettling into a farce," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Shizuru, still focused on the voodoo doll but clearly listening to their conversation, chimed in. "Well, considering the world we live in, Wolfgang has no problem making light of something rather offensive. Like Felicia castrating Yazaki's penis, for example."
At the mention of his sister, Wolfgang's face darkened momentarily. "Shizuru, for the love of God, don't mention my batshit crazy sister!" he groaned, burying his face in Rin's neck.
Rin stroked his hair soothingly, feeling the tension in his muscles. She knew his family history was a sore spot, and she admired how he managed to stay kind despite it all.
Shizuru's expression softened as she observed the couple. "I still don't understand your complicated relationship with your bloodline," she mused. "But, still, you're nothing like your father after all."
Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of mischief and anticipation as she added, "Now, make Rin come, and we're about to see how she does her thing with the doll."
Wolfgang lifted his head, meeting Rin's gaze with a renewed fire in his eyes. "Challenge accepted," he growled playfully, his hands roaming her body with increased fervor.
Rin gasped as Wolfgang's fingers found sensitive spots she didn't even know existed. Her body arched against his, their rhythm intensifying. The room filled with the sounds of their passion, punctuated by Rin's soft moans and Wolfgang's low grunts.
Rin found herself gently repositioned on the left side of the bed, facing the same direction as before. Wolfgang moved behind her, his strong hands guiding her hips as he once again joined their bodies. The moment his shaft reconnected with her most sensitive areas, they both knew they were on the brink of ecstasy.
"Here it comes!" Wolfgang's voice was husky with desire as he grunted, his grip on Rin's hips tightening slightly.
Rin's body tensed, her back arching as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Aaahhhh~ Hahahahahaha!" Her cry of ecstasy filled the room, followed by an almost delirious laugh of pure joy. As they climaxed together, Rin felt a rush of warmth as her body released a flood of her own fluids, mingling with Wolfgang's essence.
As the intensity of their shared orgasm began to subside, Wolfgang carefully withdrew from Rin's body. She turned onto her back, her chest still heaving as she caught her breath. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, giving her an almost ethereal glow in the dim light of the room.
With a seductive glint in her eyes, Rin's left hand slowly traced a path down her body, fingers dancing across her sensitized skin. She reached her still-trembling thighs, gently parting them as her hand found its way to her core. Her fingers brushed against the soft folds, still slick with the evidence of their passion.
Rin's eyes locked with Wolfgang's as she brought her glistening fingers to her lips. Her tongue darted out, tasting the mixture of their essences. The seductive display sent a shiver down Wolfgang's spine, reigniting the embers of desire that had barely begun to cool.
"Mmm," Rin hummed appreciatively, a playful smile curving her lips. "Delicious."
Wolfgang watched, entranced by the sight before him. The usually composed Volt Taimanin was now a vision of unrestrained sensuality, her inhibitions stripped away in the aftermath of their lovemaking. It was a side of Rin that only he got to see, and the knowledge filled him with a possessive pride.
"You're incredible," he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her flushed face.
Rin caught his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm before guiding it down to her breast. "So are you," she whispered, her voice husky with renewed desire.
Shizuru passed the voodoo doll to Rin with a playful wink. Wolfgang, meanwhile, carefully removed the condom from his shaft, tying it off and disposing of it properly. He knew he'd need to prepare another one soon, given Shizuru's mischievous glances in his direction.
Rin reached up and removed the accessory holding her ponytail in place. Her long blue hair cascaded down, framing her face and partially covering her breasts. The sight made Wolfgang's breath catch in his throat.
As Rin began to fiddle with the voodoo doll, her fingers sparked with electricity. She closed her eyes, concentrating on channeling her Lightning Art into the doll. The air around her crackled with energy.
Meanwhile, in the Inferno Palace of the demon world's Magma Zone, Astaroth found herself still trapped in an endless loop of self-pleasure. Her cries and moans had attracted the attention of her Succubi servants, who now swarmed her bedroom, much to her and Wester's dismay.
"Whath are youh numbshkullsh think youre doinggggg... GEETHHH OUHHT OF MY FU-HUH-CKHING ROOOM!" Astaroth tried to command, her words slurred and barely coherent as the constant stimulation took its toll. Her protests fell on deaf ears as Succubi, driven by their nature and the overwhelming aura of lust in the room, continued their ministrations.
"Noooo! Don't I'm-" Astaroth's plea was cut short as one particularly bold Succubus slid her fingers along the fire demoness's most sensitive areas with rapid, practiced motions. The Queen of Inferno felt herself teetering on the edge of yet another climax.
As Astaroth reached her peak, Rin unleashed a powerful jolt of electricity into the voodoo doll. The effect was instantaneous and spectacular.
Both Astaroth and the surrounding Succubi on her bed were suddenly engulfed in a brilliant display of electric energy. Their bodies convulsed as the current coursed through them, the scene so cartoonishly over-the-top that their skeletons were momentarily visible through their flesh.
"Ngngngngngnaarrrrgghhhh!" The collective cry of Astaroth and her Succubi echoed through the palace halls.
Back in the human world, Rin's eyes widened as she realized the intensity of her attack. The voodoo doll in her hands smoldered, quickly reduced to a pile of ashes.
"Whoops~ " Rin said, a mix of surprise and amusement in her voice.
Wolfgang, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but chuckle. "Destroying the doll actually frees her from its control rather than killing her. Either way, we gave her the most embarrassing form of debauchery imaginable."
As he spoke, Shizuru had already positioned herself between his legs, her tongue expertly cleaning his shaft of any remaining traces of semen. Her eyes locked with his as she took him into her mouth, eliciting a low groan from Wolfgang.
In the Inferno Palace, the aftermath of the electric shock left Astaroth and her Succubi associates sprawled across the bed, unconscious. Their mouths hung open, eyes replaced by comical swirls. Above Astaroth's head, small orange fire rabbits circled lazily, a bizarre testament to her dazed state.
As the effects of the voodoo doll's destruction began to fade, Astaroth stirred. Her mind, foggy from the relentless pleasure and subsequent shock, slowly cleared. She blinked, realizing with a start that she had regained control of her actions.
Footnotes & Trivia:
- Real getting castrated by Felicia before Wolfgang killing him is inspired from an episode of The Boys Season 4 where Homelander lasered the private parts one of his handlers during his childhood.
- Author's Note:
1) Considering how Action Taimanin adapted out a lot of certain characters from the visual novels, namely the Yazaki brothers, I decided to make both of them killed. Mineuchi gets car bombed by neo-Nazis, while Real had to be mercy killed after Felicia cut off his dick.
2) Taimanin RPGX confirms that Kamadeva do have mistresses and sirred a lot of children, among them including Lilim. Here, Adonis is also included, as for his possible relationship with Lilim will remain ambiguous at this point since he's going to be introduced next chapter.