By the time Nick managed to pull himself back together and cleaned himself up, it had been almost an hour since Thomas had informed him of Glasya's request to speak to him. Thankfully, whatever matter she wanted to discuss with him didn't seem to be urgent so at the very least, he was allowed a little time to calm himself down a bit before seeing her. That being said, as he stood there outside the doors of the drawing room, the Sinner's nerves were spiking through the roof.

Undoubtedly, Glasya must have learned of the damages up in the attic by now. After all, the noise from all the mayhem wouldn't have been able to go unnoticed, plus he had been out cold for a little while so Thomas would have had more than enough time to rat him out… pun unintended. Alas, it's not as if he could run away now. Time to swallow his fear and face the music, it would seem.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Enter!"

Quickly noticing how quickly Glasya responded after hearing him knock on the door, Nick couldn't help but gulp in terror as he pushed it open and poked his head through the gap.

"Y-you asked for me, Countess?" he asked, almost freezing on the spot the moment Glasya's eyes locked onto him.

"Ah, Nick," the She-wolf greeted back, placing down her glass of iced tea on the coffee table. "Come in. Have a seat, will you?"

With a shaky nod, Nick then proceeded to fully enter the room before closing the door behind him and making his way over to the nearby sofa to oblige the horned She-wolf's request. After once again finding himself sitting across the coffee table from the more powerful Demon, a cold sweat immediately began to drip from Nick's brow.

"I understand you managed to kill the Hellrat that broke into the attic," Glasya stated bluntly, clearly not even bothering to sugarcoat her words.

"Y-yes," Nick responded with yet another shaky nod, his entire body practically vibrating with fear.

"I see," Glasya replied, her tone cold and calculating. "Well, in that case-"

"I'M SORRY!"

SLAM!

"Huh!?"

Before Glasya even had a chance to finish her sentence, she was suddenly startled by the sound of Nick smashing his forehead into the coffee table before he suddenly started to grovel like his life depended on it.

"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! SORRY!"

"Dude, seriously, what the fuck!?" Glasya exclaimed, seemingly unable to fathom what could have prompted such behaviour.

Thankfully, Nick was able to clear things up for her with his next choice of words.

"I know I screwed up there!" he blurted out, too scared to even raise his head to look Hlasya in the eye. "But I swear I didn't MEAN to cause all your stuff to get trashed. Please show mercy, I beg of you!"

Now having a rough idea of what was going on through Nick's head, Glasya briefly found herself at a loss for words. Once that moment passed she quickly took it upon herself to defuse the situation.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Chill, will you?" she blurted out, her cold, regal tone suddenly replaced with a softer, more casual voice. "You're not in any trouble!"

It was only then that Nick suddenly ceased his grovelling, briefly looking up at Glasya with a fresh red mark on his forehead and a confused look on his face as he allowed the She-wolf's words to sink in.

"I'm… I'm not?" he uttered, understandably thinking he might have misheard her for a moment.

"Of course, not!" Glasya confirmed, letting out a small, exasperated sigh. "The only shit I had up in that stupid attic was a bunch of useless junk I didn't even want! Hell, half of it was just some stuff my idiot siblings saddled me with over the years. If anything, you actually did me a favour by trashing the place. Now I have a valid excuse to get rid of it all."

"Say whaaaaa!?"

Seeing Nick's emotional outburst, Glasya couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Did Thomas not tell you that?" she asked, only to pinch the bridge of her nose and sigh upon seeing Nick's twitching eyebrow. "Never mind, I think I already have my answer. Lift your head, please."

Though still understandably baffled, Nick nonetheless obliged Glasya's request and sat up straight. At that moment, he found himself surprised when the She-wolf plucked an ice cube from her glass and placed it in a napkin before handing it over to the Sinner.

"Here," she said. "Before your head bruises.

As confused as he was, Nick nonetheless appreciated the gesture and accepted the makeshift ice bag before placing it on his forehead. Upon feeling the cold sensation on his skin, the Sinner then realised how recklessly impulsive it was to slam his head into the table as he did.

"Thank you," he said gratefully, though still completely taken aback by how thoughtful Glasya was currently being.

"I must apologise for what you've gone through, Nick," Glasya spoke up, surprising Nick even further with how genuine such an apology sounded. "I know Thomas can be a bit… well, he's… Ugh! Screw it, there's no nice word for it. He's a PRICK!"

Seeing the once regal-sounding Demonic Noble blurted out such profanity like a stressed college student, Nick once again found himself completely taken aback. After witnessing the sheer ferocity and grace she displayed before, this completely new side to Glasya wasn't anything the Sinner remotely expected to see. Even more shocking, she also produced a second glass and gestured towards a pitcher filled with the same beverage she was currently drinking.

"Iced Tea?" she offered, giving the glass a little shake, allowing Nick to hear the gentle clinking of the ice cubes inside.

"Th-thank you?" the Sinner replied hesitantly as Glasya started pouring him a serving.

Quickly noticing Nick's continued unease, Glasy couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Relax, I didn't poison it," she said in an attempt to reassure him. "Thomas might be a dickhead, but I can assure you that I'm not even remotely as cruel as he is."

With that said, Nick nervously nodded his head and accepted the glass he was offered. Not wanting to insult his host by being rude, he cautiously took a small sip, his eyes snapping wide open with surprising delight. Cold, refreshing, and with a hint of mild fruitiness, this had to have been one of the best drinks that had ever passed Nick's lips since the day he died! Taking a few more swings, the Sinner couldn't help but grin with relief as the Iced Tea poured down his aching throat. By the time he was down with the first gulp, over half the glass had been emptied.

"I see it meets your approval," Hlasya pointed out with a smug grin. "Plenty more of you want it."

It was only then that Nick took a long look at the glass in his hand, his delight quickly forgotten as more unease took its place.

"I… I'm confused," he stated honestly, unable to think of any other way he could possibly voice what he felt at this point.

Hearing that, Glasya let out a heavy sigh as she leaned back into her chair.

"I see…" she uttered. "You seem to have this ridiculous notion that I'm some kind of insane pyromaniac who likes to set people on fire for shits and giggles. Am I close?"

Seeing no possible way to sugarcoat an answer, especially considering the fact that Glasya had been completely spot on, all Nick could do was give the She-Wolf a small nod and hope that his response wouldn't be his last mistake.

"Well… I can assure you that I'm nothing like that," Glasya continued, her tone firm yet gentle. "Believe it or not, I'm actually a pacifist at heart. You don't need to be afraid of any spontaneous combustions on my part."

"You literally turned someone into ASH the day we first met!"

It may have been an impulsive outburst that Nick immediately regretted saying the instant it left his mouth, but that had to have been the most insane thing he had heard since he had been here. A pacifist? A fucking PACIFIST!? That had to have been the biggest joke in all of Hell! Even if someone started out as a pacifist before they died, they sure as fuck didn't stay one after arriving in THIS pit! There was just no way someone like that could even exist down here… and yet, Glasya looked almost insulted at the implication that she wasn't one.

"Hey, the guy had a gun pointed at my back!" she pointed out. "I may be a pacifist but I'd be an idiot if I never defended myself when the situation calls for it. I don't like confrontation but that doesn't mean I don't know how to end one quickly… believe me, I wish there was another way to deal with it but I have no choice most times."

"That's… fair, I guess," Nick admitted, seeing the logic in Glasya's argument. "Wait, so all that stuff you said about incinerating Demons before…"

"Scare tactic," Glasya replied bluntly. "Though, are you REALLY so surprised? You DID break into my house."

Could it be true? Was setting Demons on fire just a rare occurrence for this She-wolf? If so then… was the whole Demon Queen persona really all just an act!? A ploy just to make other Demons too scared to even try anything with her? Well… she certainly accomplished THAT feat, no question about it. For the longest time, Nick thought he would end up being burnt before he even made it to his final day, but now… now he just felt like an idiot for actually believing that was the case. True, there WAS the possibility that Glasya was lying… but there was something about her tone that made Nick believe otherwise.

"Okay then," the She-wolf in question sighed, feeling a small bit of ease as she spoke. "Since we've cleared up THAT misunderstanding, what say we have that chat without any more drama, hmm?"

Having no other words to say on the matter at present, all Nick could do was respond with a small nod of his head, giving Glasya cause to smile.

"Now… to start with, I believe I should apologise again in regards to Thomas's behaviour," the She-wolf began. "Judging from your reactions earlier, I'm assuming he's been… difficult to say the least?"

Once again, Nick could only respond with a small nod, fearing the repercussions if he dared to say anything that the Baphomet in question would eventually discover.

"I see…" Glasya replied in kind. "I'll have to have a word with him at some point. And for the record… I NEVER asked him to tell you to kill the rat yourself."

"Say what?"

Needless to say, as soon as Nick heard those words escape the horned canine's mouth, he once again felt his eye begin to twitch, hoping he had misheard Glasya's words. Sadly, that didn't seem to be the case.

"Yeah… I actually told him to call the Exterminator to have it dealt with," Glasya elaborated, causing Nick's eye to twitch even more. "I honestly had no idea he sent you up there until afterwards.

"I really hate that man,"

Hearing that, Glasya found herself letting out yet another heavy sigh.

"Yeah, I don't blame you," she uttered. "Frankly, I'm not too fond of him either. Unfortunately, I'm STUCK with the little asshole until one of us dies."

Seeing the look of anger and exasperation etched across Glasya's face, Nick knew that her words had genuine weight to them. Now he couldn't help but feel sorry for the She-Wolf for having put up with the Baphomet for as long as she did.

"BUT… Thomas aside, you do seem to have adjusted to your new position quite well, Nick," Glasya continued, trying to move the subject away from her cruel Butler. "Consider me impressed,"

Hearing that, Nick actually felt a little bashful for some reason.

"Well… I'd like to think of myself as quite adaptable, Countess," he replied humbly, nervously scratching the back of his head as he took another sip of Iced Tea. "Even if my overseer is the living embodiment of EVIL."

Nick didn't know WHY he suddenly allowed that snide comment to slip out, but thankfully, Glasya didn't seem to mind it. If anything she AGREED with the Sinner's choice of words. That being said, not wanting to dwell on the subject of Thomas any more than Glasya did, Nick followed her example and quickly turned the conversation in a different direction.

"If I may ask, what DID you want to talk to me about?" he said, finally bringing a smile back to Glasya's face.

"Ah yes, of course. Straight to business then," she replied. "I'll be blunt, Nick. I've been watching you, very closely these last few weeks to check up on your progress… I KNOW what you've been up to."

"U-up to?" Nick repeated nervously, his unease once again skyrocketing.

"Mhm… muttering to yourself… eavesdropping on my music practice?" Glasya pointed out, almost breaking out into laughter when she saw the Sinner's look of realisation. "You know, If you wanted to listen to me play, all you had to do was ask… There was no need for you to lurk outside the door,"

She knew… this whole time, Glasya Labolas KNEW that he had been listening every chance he got and never said a word! Absorbing this new information with a surge of self-annoyance, Nick had to resist the urge to slam his head into the table again. Despite trying to be subtle, the Sinner had been found out without even realising it. Now that he thought about it, it would make sense that Glasya would be a bit more vigilant after the first time she had caught him listening in on her. Hell, she could probably smell him coming before he even had the chance to come near the door! And yet… she never once called him out on it.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm actually flattered," Glasya continued, quickly sensing Nick's confusion. "Believe it or not, it's rather nice to have someone LIKE my music for once."

Hearing that, Nick once again found himself completely flabbergasted, only this time for a much different reason.

"Why would anyone NOT like your music?" he asked. "It's wonderful."

"Thank you," Glasya answered humbly. "Unfortunately, not everyone in Hell sees my personal work that way. They always prefer to listen to all that dreary organ nonsense, or heavy metal, or Hell forbid, that awful radio show hosted by that fucking Overlord. Frankly, it's nice to have a captive audience for a change… no offence."

"None taken," Nick replied, not even taking notice of Glasya's choice of words. "So… is that really all you wanted to see me about?"

Hearing that, Glasya let out a small sigh and took another sip of her drink, her mind contemplating what she should say in response.

"I know it may sound trivial," she admitted. "But sometimes an artist NEEDS an audience, if only to get SOME form of validation for their work. Playing for one's self is all well and good but… it's nice to have someone else like what you create now and then."

At those words, Nick almost felt in complete awe. So much so, in fact, that he felt his tensions ease.

"That's… surprisingly humble of you," he commented, earning himself a small laugh from the She-wolf.

"Not ALL Demons are arrogant pricks, Nick," she retorted with a small smirk. "Some of us can be pretty decent, believe it or not. You just have to know where to look."

It was at that moment, Nick had to stifle a small laugh himself, unable to fathom the sheer irony of hearing Glasya's words. DECENT Demons in Hell? Not exactly the whole fire and brimstone shtick that biblical lore tends to depict when describing the afterlife. Still… could such a thing even be possible? Throughout the entire year since he had died, Nick had never been fortunate enough to actually encounter any kind of Demon, Sinner or otherwise so wasn't either a complete monster or simply out for themselves. But Glasya… one of the Demonic Elites was being civil to him even though she had every reason not to be. For the first time since he had been in this house, Nick actually felt… at ease.

"Ahem,"

Then all of a sudden the moment was immediately ruined by the arrival of a certain Butler. Something that both Nick AND Glasya were deeply irritated by.

"Ugh… speaking of arrogant pricks," Glasya muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose before addressing the Baphome. "What is it, Thomas?"

"Forgive the interruption of your sickening display of camaraderie, Lady Glasya," Thomas replied with an obviously insincere show of regret. "But your brother has just telephoned saying that he'll be arriving later this afternoon."

At those words, Glasya's expression quickly changed from annoyed to anxious in a split second, her eyes practically shrinking as the information sank in.

"Which one?" she asked hesitantly, giving the Baphomet cause to roll his eyes.

"The fat one,"

Hearing those three little words, Glasya immediately stood up, almost knocking over all the Iced Tea in the process. Looking up at her face, Nick saw that she had an expression filled to the brim with a mix of frustration and anger.

"Molar's coming!?" she exclaimed, the feathers in her wings ruffling up with a frightened bird. "Oh, that's just fucking perfect!"

Sarcasm aside, Nick could easily tell that this was NOT a Demon Glasya was looking forward to seeing. In fact, judging by how she reacted to the destruction of the attic earlier, he believed it was safe to say that she didn't have a good relationship with ANY of her siblings.

"I am SO sorry to cut our talk short, Nick," she said, giving the Sinner a genuine apologetic nod. "And I really am sorry to have to ask this, but could you help Thomas tidy up? We need to make all the preparations we can for the asshole's arrival,"

Before Nick could answer her, however, the two of them were immediately interrupted by Thomas's loud scoff.

"He'll be doing all the cleaning himself!" he declared. "I have to get in the kitchen and make a plate big enough to actually feed that hulking ball of blubber."

Glasya, of course, could only let out a frustrated sigh at that. Nick on the other hand found himself completely baffled.

"Really?" he said. "You're gonna talk to your employer like that?"

This, of course, merely earned him a scoff from the Baphomet.

"I can talk how I bloody well like," he retorted shamelessly before flipping them both the bird and walking away from the room. "Go ahead and suck it, ya stupid boy."

"Okay, seriously, HOW have you not fired this guy yet?"

Hearing that, Glasya let out another frustrated sigh.

"Believe me, I've tried," she said regrettably. "But for the life of me, I just can't get the little bastard to leave… And I suggest you don't provoke him."

Seeing Glasya shudder at her own words, Nick suddenly became incredibly scared… especially since he swore he could hear Thomas's mocking laughter coming from down the hall.


"Here," Thomas declared as he placed a sheet of paper in Nick's hand "Your new list."

Hearing those words leave the Baphomet's mouth, Nick had to stifle an aggravated groan. Not that long ago, this sadistic fuck tricked him into fighting a disgusting Hellspawn in the attic, and now he had the gall to throw another list in his face. If it wasn't for the fact that there was going to be a guest on the premises a little later he might have finally snapped and just told him to stick this list up his ass… then again, given how Glasya, one of the most powerful Hellborns in Hell reacted around him, that probably wouldn't have a been a good idea either way. That said, Al he could do now was let out a sigh and read through Thomas's quick scribbles.

Chore List:

Declutter the clutter

Wash the windows

Dust the Artwork

Buff the bannisters

Sweep the fireplaces

Hoover the entire first floor

Air freshen the air

Polish the silver

As far as chores go, some of the tasks weren't even half as bad as going up into the attack, however, the more Nick read through the list, the more discouraged he became due to the sheer volume.

"Do you really expect me to do ALL of this by myself?" the Sinner asked irritably, not even remotely appreciating the fact that the Baphomet was dumping all of the work on him.

Much to Nick's unease, Thomas only smirked at such a question.

"Flip the page," he said, trying desperately to stifle a chuckle.

The moment he did, Nick's eyes immediately shrank.

"It's DOUBLE-SIDED!?"

Hearing those words blurt out of Nick's mouth, Thomas's smirk even wider, which, of course, only made the former all the more agitated.

"Yes," the Baphomet confirmed. "And you need to get all that done by Four o'clock, no later."

Had Nick still been drinking his Iced Tea, he would have immediately spat it out in Thomas's face upon hearing that.

"FOUR O'CLOCK!?" he repeated with a distraught look on his face before turning his gaze to a nearby grandfather clock. "It's already Half past one!"

Alas, once again, Thomas's smirk only seemed to grow as he pulled out a feather duster from behind his back.

"Well then?" he said condescendingly. "Better get a move on, laddy."

Despite his overwhelming urge to throttle the little bastard and shove the duster down his throat, Nick nonetheless accepted the duster and reluctantly started checking off the items on his newest list, starting with the dusting of the nearby grandfather clock.

"Ooh, I swear one of these days, I'll shove that candle where the sun doesn't shine," he grumbled to himself, only to attempt to calm down by taking a deep, cleansing breath. "So, who is this Molar guy anyway?"

Obviously, Nick wouldn't normally try to engage in casual conversation with his goat-like tormentor on a regular basis, but he had to find a way to take his mind off the list before he unintentionally caused more damage in his anger and created more work for himself. Besides, source aside, the Sinner genuinely was curious about the guest that was going to arrive soon. Surprisingly enough, that question actually resulted in an annoyed groan that Thomas rarely displayed, if he ever did.

"A titanic pain in the arse," the Baphomet stated bluntly. "The only reason that whale of a wolf ever comes by this house is to eat all the food and drink all the liquor."

Hearing that, Nick couldn't help but cringe. If someone like that was also a member of the Demonic Elite like Hlasya was, then it wasn't difficult to imagine what kind of monster might be coming over.

"Word of advice, lad," Thomas continued. "Be as discreet as possible. The less that lardass notices your presence, the more digits and/or limbs you'll be able to keep."

Morbid example aside, it was quite surprising to hear Thomas give him such a warning. If HE was the one giving advice, then you KNOW that the Demon he was talking about is bad! With that in mind, Nick thought it best to refrain from saying another word and proceeded to continue with his work.


DING! DONG!

It took a lot of effort and elbow grease, but by some miracle, Nick had managed to finish the chores on the list in time. He couldn't fathom how exactly, but he could have sworn that he had gotten faster since he first started working here. Whether it was due to constant practice, or because he was just pumped up by a mixture of panic and leftover adrenaline he gained after the Hellrat attack, it all seemed to give Nick a huge burst of energy that actually managed to carry him through each item in the list. Finally, the moment everyone had been dreading arrived, and Glasya's guest was waiting just outside the door.

After getting a last-minute change of clothes and cleaning himself up, Nick soon found himself waiting in the foyer with Thomas and Glasya, the latter now donned in the red dress with pulsing liquid patterns that she had worn on her night out. With a heavy sigh, she gave Thomas a nod, giving him the okay to open the door. As soon as he did, a deep, bellowing voice rang through the house.

"SISTER!"

At that moment, a large, hulking figure pushed his way into the foyer, the ground slightly trembling with each step he took.

Getting a good look at Glasya's newly arrived sibling, Nick immediately began to understand why Thomas was so uncharacteristically agitated earlier. Glasya's brother? He looked more like the creature that ATE Glasya's brother! A massive, round-figured wingless wolf whose stubby legs barely supported his top-heavy torso, even with the help of his cane. With massive neck folds that hung past the collar of his blood-red suit, tiny horns that barely poked out of his forehead, and the large underbite with a trickle of drool oozing out from the corner, the only thing that made Nick even remotely believe that he was related to Glasya in any way was the fact that they had the same-coloured fur and that the Sinner had the misfortune to have already seen the face of this beast on a portrait in the attic… Of course that couldn't prepare him for the foul body odor that assaulted his nose when the Demon walked in.

"Fuck me," Nick uttered as he whispered in Thomas's ear. "When you said Titanic, I didn't think you meant the size of the actual ship!"

This comment, however, only earned him a quick elbow in the gut from the Baphomet.

"Shh!" he scolded, ignoring Nick's painful grumble.

Thankfully, the rotund wolf didn't even seem to acknowledge Nick's presence, much less his comment. Instead, he only appeared to be solely focused on the only other canine in the room.

"Molar," Glasya greeted with a small nod. "It's so… nice to see you again."

Nick didn't dare make another comment, but the Sinner definitely noticed that the She-wolf was trying not to throw up in her mouth upon saying that. But once again, Molar didn't seem to take notice of it himself.

"How've you been keeping, sister?" the rotund wolf asked with a light chuckle. "Still fiddling around with those... experiments of yours?"

At that moment, any niceties Glasya would have exchanged were immediately forgotten and a dour look spread across her face.

"As a matter of fact, I am," she stated bluntly. "Not that it's any of your business… Did Nolas send you?"

That question, of course, only earned Glasya a loud scoff.

"Please, like I'd ever listen to Mr Monocle with the stick up his ass," Molar quickly commented. "Nah, I'm just here for a brief respite after my trip to Gluttony."

"In other words, you were caught trespassing in Queen Bee's Ring… again!" Glasya pointed out with a roll of her eyes. "For fuck's sake, Molar, you were BANNED from Gluttony for a reason! Seriously, when are you ever gonna grow up!?"

That question, however, only earned her yet another scoff from the large wolf.

"Oh, don't be such a fucking prude!" he blurted out. "Honestly, sis, it's work, work, work, all the time with you but you never know how to cut loose and have fun."

"Your idea of FUN is what's constantly giving me migraines!" Glasya retorted. "Throwing your weight around, constantly eating and drinking without restraint or remorse… trying to KIDNAP nearby locals just so you can beat them to a pulp later. It just never ends with you!"

Needless to say, that last example in particular sent an instant shiver up Nick's spine. Between that and Thomas's warning, there was certainly no denying how dangerous this wolf was… the Sinner will have to stay on his toes and keep out of Molar's way until he leaves.

"Bah, who cares about the peasantry?" Molar shamelessly declared. "We're fucking royalty, we can do whatever the hell we want!"

"Need I remind you that I'm the one paying your bills AND writing all those apology letters!?" Glasya pointed out. "Honestly, it's like you're TRYING to make my life hard. We're not fucking untouchable, you know!"

"Oh, please," Molar scoffed. "As if anyone could put a damper on my fun, Miss Tightwad. Now, come on, where's the grub? I'm starving."

With that final word, Molar pushed his way past his sister and proceeded to make his way over to the adjoining room, much to Glasya's dismay.

"Must be SO easy being the youngest in the family," she uttered sarcastically, letting out an annoyed huff as she followed her brother away, leaving Nick and Thomas alone to raise an eyebrow at each other.


In the future, Nick would often try to block out the scene playing out before him at this moment in order to maintain his sanity. Now, however, all he could do was stand back and watch as Molar tore through the numerous plates of food in front of him like a ravenous pig, leaving just as big of a mess to boot. Whether it was stuffing his face with huge slices of savoury pie, or biting away large chunks of lamb without even spitting out the bone, the vile sounds of the slurping and crunching would forever haunt Nick's nightmares. If he had to sum up everything he was witnessing in a single sentence, it was like watching a hyena's feeding time at the zoo.

"Ah, good nosh," Molar let out with a loud belch before taking a swig of whisky. "Lamb's a little on the dry side though."

Glasya, who had been sitting on the opposite side of the table since they had arrived in the dining room, only looked back at her brother with disgust. How she could actually be related to such a slob was certainly beyond her comprehension.

"I'll be sure to make a note to the cook," she replied, earning herself a subtle middle finger from Thomas as he and Nick stood off to the side of the room.

As much as Nick wanted to leave the room to stay as far away from Glasya's brother as possible, being the only other servant aside from Thomas, he and the Baphomet, unfortunately, needed to be on hand until the monster of a wolf decided to leave. That being said, he did NOT want to go anywhere near Molar while he was eating, lest he end up losing a finger while trying to take away his empty plate.

"So… who are you saving the GOOD stuff for?" Molar commented, mockingly swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand, much to Glasya's annoyance.

"That happens to be vintage Wrath Ring Dragonbrew," the She-wolf pointed out. "AND it was perfectly aged in the caverns of Envy. Honestly, you never appreciate any of the finer drinks or their brewing methods. Hell, I hear several Imps even lose their lives every year just getting this stuff made"

"Bah, booze is booze," Molar retorted with a scoff. "Who cares how it's made? Besides it's just a bunch of pathetic plebeians doing their duty in serving US."

Glasya, of course, could only snarl at that. Out of all her siblings, Molar had to have been the most uncultured by far. And considering that her family was supposed to represent all the Arts and Sciences, that was saying a LOT. To be blunt, we would sooner use the Mona Lisa as a NAPKIN rather than appreciate its beauty and the work that went into it.

"So… I couldn't help but notice that you have a new face around here,"

Hearing those words leave Molar's mouth, Nick and Glasya immediately froze up. Crap! Crap CRAP! The monster was actually taking an interest. So much for being too subtle to be noticed.

"He's… a new hire," Glasya replied, quickly recomposing herself. "Someone I brought in to help clean the place."

"You actually brought in a stinking Sinner to work for you?" Molar scoffed, actually scrunching up his nose in disgust. "Never thought you'd stoop so low, sister."

As insulting as Molar attempted to make them sound, Nick didn't let the Wolf Demon's words get a rise out of him. The last thing the Sinner wanted was to give this monster the satisfaction. So, of course, he chose to remain silent. Glasya, on the other hand, couldn't allow herself such a privilege.

"What I do in my own household is none of your concern, Molar," she pointed out, only to earn herself another scoff from her brother.

"Ah, ah, the FAMILY household, sister," Molar retorted. "You may be head of the family but everything that goes on in here is ALL of our businesses."

"As delusional and egotistical as that sounds, it definitely gives me a valid reason to keep asking myself, 'WHY wasn't I an only child?'" Glasya groaned in response, almost slumping into her chair.

At first, Nick thought that this conversation was going to escalate into a fight between siblings… however, that was when Molar decided to throw a horrifying curveball.

"YOU!" he blurted out, pointing his sausage-like finger in Nick's direction. "Come here."

Three words… that's all it took for Nick to suddenly start shaking like a rattle. In fact, he was so scared that he could barely move, let alone respond to the Wolf's demand. It was only when Thomas gave his back a small shove that he was even able to take a step. Edging closer towards the table, his gaze shifting over to Glasya for a moment, the Sinner quickly saw the expression of unease all over her face, indicating that she was just as on edge as he was. By the time he got close enough, Molar's foul body odour hit Nick's senses like a cement truck. Seriously! Has this guy EVER heard of soap!?

"Hmm… a little scrawny isn't he?" Molar commented, scratching his chin in thought.

"Looks can be deceiving, brother," Glasya pointed out, once again regaining her composure. "He may not look it but he's been a rather dutiful, well-mannered worker… unlike certain OTHER people I know."

Choosing to ignore that last part, Molar continued to eye Mick with a face filled with intrigue, causing the Sinner to develop beads of sweat upon his brow. Then all of a sudden, a devious grin stretched across his face.

"I don't suppose you'd be interested in selling-"

SLAM!

"Never going to happen, Molar!" Glasya snapped, slamming her hand on the table and cutting her brother off before he could even begin to finish his sentence. "He's under contract to ME, and me alone!"

However, upon hearing that, Molar suddenly gained a look of disgust.

"Contract?" he repeated, giving Nick another glance before turning back to his sister. "Oh for fuck sake, you didn't BRAND him!? Come on, where's your fucking pride!?"

Glasya, of course, merely growled at that.

"Why would I have pride in performing something so barbaric?" she asked, only for Molar's mood to sour even further.

"Stupid bitch!" he snapped. "The branding of servants has been a tradition carried out by our family for centuries! It's a symbol of our fucking superiority for crying out loud!"

At that moment silence fell upon the room and the tension in the air became so thick, that one would need a scorching hot knife just to make a dent. As Nick looked between them, the stand-off between the two siblings sent immediate chills down his spine. So much so, that he feared that if he so much breathed too loudly, he would unintentionally cause a terrible outburst. In this particular scenario, Glasya was the stick of Dynamite and Molar was the stupid child holding up a lit box of matches. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of unease, Glasya let a few words escape her mouth.

"Well… I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree when it comes to this matter, won't we?" the She-wolf said, trying her best to keep her tone as calm and collected as possible. "But for the record, if you ever take that tone with me, again, brother, I'll have to ask you to leave."

Molar, of course, only let out yet another scoff at that.

"Whatever," he uttered, choosing to return his focus to the turkey leg he managed to leave on his plate.

"Uh… should I go, or…"

Unfortunately, opening his mouth at that awkward moment turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes Nick could make, one that would haunt him for years afterwards. The instant, Nick tried to speak, Molar suddenly dropped his food and stood up from the table, kicking his chair back in the process and giving the Sinner a terrifying glare. Having a rough idea of what was about to come, even Thomas couldn't help but swallow a nervous gulp.

"Oh dear," he uttered, his tone surprisingly filled with an uncharacteristic amount of unease.

Seeing the large beast tower over him like a ravenous monster, Nick could feel the large beads of sweat run down his brow as he felt Molar's foul breath wash over him like the wind blowing off a garbage heap.

"You…" the large wolf snarled. "You'd dare speak to your superiors without permission!?"

WHACK!

CRASH!

"HEY!"

Before Nick even had the chance to blink, a large hairy fist suddenly shot across the room like a bullet. Just as he registered the taste of his own blood beginning to pool into his mouth, the fist struck him across the left side of his face, twisting his head around until it was once again turned the wrong way around before sending the rest of his body flying across the room, eventually smashing into the nearby wall. With the wind immediately knocked out of him, the SInner had to gasp for air before he slid to the floor and desperately tried to pull himself back to his feet. Just as he started to twist his head back into place, however…

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Before Glaysa could say anything else in response, Nick suddenly started screaming in pain and thrashed across the floor, clutching a hand over the cheek Molar had struck… which was now begging to sizzle and steam through his fingers!

"What did you DO!? Glasya demanded, quickly rushing over to the downed Sinner.

Molar, of course, merely scoffed in response.

"What you should have done when he first became your servant, sister," he shamelessly responded, holding up his right fist to present the golden seal ring upon his middle finger.

Upon seeing the scorching red heat coming from her family's coat of arms, Glasya immediately gasped as she understood the situation and snapped her attention back to Nick as he continued to writhe on the floor.

"You see, sister, I've learned that it's not enough to make the lower Demons fear us," Molar continued, not a single amount of remorse in his voice. "You have to make sure they KNOW their place!"

At those words, he then clenched his ringed fist, causing the seal on his ring to glow even brighter and hotter, which in turn…

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

As the pain on his face intensified, Nick's screams grew so loud that they echoed throughout the entire house. Quickly seeing the trickles of blood ooze from between his fingers, Glasya had to force his hand away to fully see the damage her brother had left behind. Though she remained unsurprised to see it, she was still mortified to see her own family seal burnt underneath the Sinner's left eye. Upon seeing the tears, the blood and the expression of anguish on Nick's face, blue flames of anger suddenly began to burst from Glasya's eyes.

"You've gone too far, Molar!" she snarled, standing upright and glaring at her brother. "I want you out of my house right now!"

Molar, however, only chuckled at that.

"Oh, come now dear sister," he replied, paying the situation no mind as he turned back to his plate of food. "You honestly don't expect me to believe-"

"I said GET OUT!"

BOOM!

Before Molar had any chance to react, he was suddenly knocked off his feet by a tremendous shockwave that shattered every nearby window and sent cracks through all the walls. This was, of course, the result of a single powerful flap of Glasya's wings, both of which suddenly grew double in size and were engulfed in flames as her voice turned dark and demonic. Shaking off the shock, Molar could only stagger back to his feet and wipe the tiny trickle of blood from his lip as he let out a small scoff, trying desperately not to show any fear.

"Y-you know what? Fine!" he snapped, trying to save face as he snatched back his cane and a bottle of whiskey from the upturned table before quickly fleeing to the door. "I don't need this bullshit!"

Of course, as much as he wanted to look like the better Demon in this scenario, it was too long before Molar utterly failed. In fact, all it took was letting out a mild huff and losing his footing and the last anyone would hear from Molar Labolas that day was the multitude of painful screams as he rolled down the stairs from the front door, almost crashing into his car when he reached the bottom step.

Back inside the house, however, the atmosphere was vastly different. As Nick continued to wraith on the floor in agony, Glasya was almost at a loss for words as she continued to examine the damage her brother had left behind.

"Thomas, help me get him to my lab at once!" the winged She-wolf barked, quickly but gently pulling Nick back to his. "And get my Med-kit ready"

Given the seriousness of the situation, this would be the only time today that the Baphomet would remain silent, without a single joke or hint of sarcasm, and actually do as requested.