A/N: EDIT: Went back and heavily edited this, apparently there was too much chaos...

Not a lot of feedback for this one as a result, seems folks didn't enjoy it or the humor...that's a spirit breaker...T_T

Every review truly does help, large or small, any feedback is better than nothing at all; silence only makes us wither and fall.

So here we go. Feedback really does help...

Excuse any errors, not feeling well. Lute was mentioned in place of Vaggie by accident. Sorrrryyyy!

Dark wrote most of the merry madness of this chapter, and it jumps around a bit as a result; I was content to let him cook. Hope you enjoy our work.

Next chapter will be mine, as per tradition.

As ever, I own no references, quotes, themes or memes. They're tributes to legends far, far, FAR greater than little 'ol me. I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in this wild world, one word at a time. Feedback is important. This chapter doesn't pull its punches! Hope you're ready for some chaos!

Last but not least, I hope you've noticed the song-based-chapter-title theme we've got going on here now~!

We needn't use the song names themselves, but rather phrases from within them.

Ergo, we have PLENTY of titles to work with now...away we go~!

Its rather fitting, given Hazbin's love of songs...

"CAN a soul improve? That's the question, isn't it? Lets find out. All you need is a little love."

"Bullshit! Ain't no way!"

"Wanna bet~? Oh and by the way, Emily might've called in the cavalry.

"Whaddya mean cavalry-ARE THOSE FREAKIN' CHERUBS?!"

~?

Out For Love

"WHAT did I just walk into?!"

The voice rang out with theatrical bravado, slicing through the chaos like a hot cleaver through a screaming, ham-shaped banshee. The double doors exploded open—not creaked, not swung, exploded—blasting wind, dust, and a very startled bellhop halfway into the chandelier.

In the doorway stood Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, bathed in a spotlight that didn't exist a second ago, devilish silhouette framed by swirling shadows and crackling static. His arms were thrown wide like he was hosting a game show from Hell, and every speaker in the tri-state area let out a synchronized, joyful hiss of white noise like a haunted barbershop quartet.

"Ahahahaha! You've redecorated! With violence!" His cane tapped the tiles with impeccable rhythm as he waltzed in like a noble at a blood-themed ball. "Delightful!"

"Alastor?!" Charlie's voice cracked with surprise and something dangerously close to relief as she popped up from behind the front desk. Her eyes lit up like she'd just seen a puppy wearing a tiara. "Where have you BEEN?! We've had explosions, a sexy demon incident, Naruto fought my dad—an Overlord came to visit, and there's a Seraphim upstairs!"

Alastor tilted his head back with a wide, haunting grin. "My dear Charlie, I should be the one asking— WHAT IN SATAN'S SWEET JAZZ SESSION DID I MISS?!"

Husk took a swig of whiskey before saying, "I'm too sober for a full explain, so this is the most you'll get out of me. New archangel is a ninja, crash landed in hell, the princess is dating an exterminator, the blonde and Lucifer beat the crap out of each other, extermination day MIGHT be postponed, another angel showed up, there's a fox girl with a enormous rack, ninja brought her and a succubus here, and now the hotel has at least three more guests; Five if you count the king and the popstar."

Alastor made face similar to the one a certain pirate made when he saw his ship getting taken away by an army of white crabs.

FWEEEEEEEE!

A chair flew across the room like a torpedo launched by sheer dramatic timing, missing his head by a hair's breadth.

He blinked. "Hmm. Is that an invitation to dance?"

"DUCK, DUMBASS!"

Naruto's voice rang out like a battle cry from across the room, shirt half-burned, one arm in a sling, and holding a toaster like a weapon. He was bleeding. From somewhere. Probably several somewheres.

"LANGUAGE!"

Emily's prim-and-proper voice cut through the air like a moral compass thrown by a nun in a bad mood. She followed it up with a well-aimed pillow, which smacked Naruto right in the face with a dignified fwoomp.

Said blond groaned from underneath it, muffled. "Still worth it."

Alastor twirled his cane, caught the flying pillow mid-spin, and added it to the top of his head like a hat. "Charming as ever! Oh, how I missed you degenerates." His grin widened. "Shall I start narrating again, or would that break more furniture?"

Naruto twitched.

There was a beat of silence—just long enough for a haunted grandfather clock to sigh audibly—before someone (probably Nifty) shouted:

"EVERYONE GET DOWN—THEY'RE GONNA FIGHT AGAIN!"

Chaos ensued anew.


(...Earlier...)


Carmilla was not used to feeling warm.

Not the kind that mortals wrote poetry about. Not the kind that crept under your skin, bypassed your armor, and made your demonic heart stutter like a rookie soldier saluting their first crush.

And certainly not the kind that came from sitting next to him.

She sat with her arms crossed, spine straight as a sword, trying to ignore the angel next to her. Naruto, still smelling faintly of smoke, mischief, and poor decisions, grinned with the confidence of someone who absolutely should not have that much power over her blood pressure.

She had just finished yelling at him—chewing him out with centuries of perfected aristocratic venom. And what did he do?

He smiled. Worse… she felt every inch between them.

Which wasn't much at all.

Too little. Far too little.

She had agreed to this meeting as a courtesy -a courtesy said she!- thinking she would be meeting with Morningstar. One did not say no to the Lord of the Underworld and expect to escape unscathed; certainly not when he could annihilate her and her daughters with a snap of his fingers.

So, yes, she'd come to this infernal hotel, braced for a dressing down, perhaps the most dangerous verbal battle of her life.

Instead she found him waiting for her.

HIM.

She hated how aware she was of him. The way his stupid, whiskered face scrunched up like a confused fox when he overthought things. The way he still smiled even when she insulted his intelligence, his choices, his hair, and his fashion sense. The way he noticed—everything!

And when he pitched this insipid scheme of his?

She erupted.

Violently.

"I still don't see why you're so afraid of me meetin' the other Overlords-gah!"

Naruto's yelped as Carmilla spun in place and pinched his cheeks, her nails digging in just enough to make it very clear that she was restraining the urge to throttle him.

"Stupid boy," she hissed, crimson eyes burning with exasperation. "Are you really so dense that you don't realize you're holding the answer?"

Despite having fought literal gods and walked through wars, he looked completely baffled.

"What?"

"You heard me!" Carmilla snapped, giving his face another firm pinch, forcing his head to tilt awkwardly. "Use your damn brain for once!"

Naruto, squinting in confusion, rubbed his chin. "Huh… is this one of those weird riddle things? Like, if you have the answer but don't see the answer, does that mean the answer was the question all along?"

Carmilla twitched and exhaled sharply, as if suppressing a scream, before slamming him back into the nearest chair.

Naruto, completely unbothered by her aggression, grinned up at her.

"Heh. You kept your hair down." He leaned forward slightly, his grin widening. "Looks nice."

There was a beat of silence.

Carmilla froze.

Her face scrunched in immediate irritation, but there was a faint flicker of something else—something that only made her even more annoyed.

"What did you just say?!" she hissed, her voice dangerously low.

Naruto smirked. "You heard me."

Hell itself seemed to pause.

Then—

Carmilla swore violently in rapid-fire demonic, turned on her heel, and stormed out, muttering very unholy things under her breath.

Naruto stretched lazily in his chair. "Totally worth it. I still say it looks nice. Cute, even."

Errors were made and they were his; she froze in the doorway.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

It slipped out like a curse.

She blinked.

He blinked.

A beat passed.

Naruto took a deep breath.

Then he went and uttered the words

THAT BASTARD ACTUALLY SAID THEM ALOUD.

The resulting brawl between them birthed all manner of chaos and abominations.


(...Now, Hours Later...)


The dining room was a wreck of scorched tablecloths and emotionally scarred furniture. Carmilla, floating above the ground just slightly (because heels were annoying), was helping Charlie clean up.

Correction: Charlie was cleaning. Carmilla was gripping a teacup like it owed her money.

"You okay, Carmi?" Charlie asked innocently, sweeping up broken china with all the serenity of a Disney princess in a war zone.

"FINE."

The cup exploded.

Not cracked. Not chipped. Just—BOOM. Ceramic confetti.

Charlie froze.

Turned.

Blink.

Blink.

Swept a little more.

"Suuuure you don't have a thing for him?"

There was a pause.

A silence so sharp it could cut glass.

Even the ghosts haunting the napkin drawer stopped whispering.

Carmilla's eye just a little twitch. A full-body, soul-rattling, "my eye just declared war" twitch.

Somewhere in the distance, a thunderclap struck dramatically for no reason.

"Of course not," she hissed through clenched fangs. "I don't fall for idiots."

BOOM.

Another teacup exploded.

Charlie just hummed.

"Uh-huh."


(...Meanwhile...)


"I FOUND A VOLUNTEER~!"

The air screamed in protest as gears screeched, pistons pumped, and a thick plume of steam blasted through the hotel's front doors like someone had angered a Victorian volcano.

With a dramatic KA-BOOM-CH-CH-CHANK, Sir Pentious burst into the lobby atop a metal monstrosity that looked like a train that got rejected by a circus, rebuilt itself with vengeance, and entered a steampunk unicycle deathmatch. He stood—no, POSED—on top of it, scarf whipping dramatically in a wind that didn't exist, goggles fogged up, chest puffed out like he was ready to declare war on modern aesthetics.

"HELLOOOOO!" he declared, as if the world had been holding its breath just to hear from him again.

The room stared.

Dead. Silent.

"That's a giant snake," Naruto deadpanned, standing beside a chair he had probably just finished punching.

"Yes! I made it myself!" Pentious announced proudly, hands on hips like a lunatic Da Vinci in denial.

"It's ugly," Vaggie muttered, barely looking up from their book.

Pentious recoiled as though he'd been physically struck by an insult katana. "You dare?! YOU DARE?! This is ART, you insufferable mole rat!"

Naruto casually raised a hand like he was ordering ramen. "Hold up. Is it alive?"

The mechanical snake hissed. It had glowing red eyes, rotating jaw gears, and what looked suspiciously like a flamethrower attachment made from a repurposed espresso machine.

"Oh good," Naruto grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Another thing I can punch."

"W-WAIT—"

Pentious vanished in a cloud of smoke and delusion, hurling down a smoke bomb with theatrical flair.

FWOMP.

Nothing happened.

The hotel's upgraded ventilation system, recently installed by Nifty after last week's 'lava pudding incident,' sucked the smoke up in less than three seconds.

Pentious stood blinking in the now-clear lobby, utterly visible, slightly panicking.

"CURSE THIS MODERN TECHNOLOGY—"

He tripped over his own tail, shrieked like a dying violin, and fell face-first off the snake.

Before he could recover, three hyperactive cherubs dive-bombed him like candy-fueled missiles, mistaking him for either a parade float, a new bouncy ride, or possibly a snake-shaped piñata.

"WHEEEEE—!"

"HE'S SQUISHY!"

"DOES HE DROP LOOT?!"

"GET OFF ME YOU FLUFFY FLYING DEMONS!"

Emily giggled into her sleeve, clearly delighted by the chaos of her followers.

Carmilla did not. She just took a long, slow sip from a blood-red teacup, eyes narrowing. "I'm surrounded by idiots."

The snake hissed in agreement.


(.0.0.0.)


Kurama heard the raised voices below.

The chaos, the ruckus, the disorder, and all the anarchy that followed.

With a groan the fox buried her head back into the pillow and resigned herself to tune it out.

In all fairness she -she'd never say that aloud- should probably be down there, making order from the chaos, or at the very least staking her claim to ward off any other potential challengers.

Not the Seraphim girl, though. Too precious. Too pure.

Protect the purity.

At all costs.

So yes, under normal circumstances she would've come crashing down there, all fire and brimstone to chase off that overbearing Overlord.

Under normal circumstances, yes.

There was just one problem.

Said problem was pink, naked, and presently pressed up against her from behind, cuddling against her, nibbling her neck. It felt...rather pleasant if she was being perfectly honest with herself. Who knew a woman's body could be so soft?

Maybe this one was worth keeping around...

"Shouldn't you be down there dealing with that disaster?"

"Can't." Verosika cuddled against her, humming contently as she nuzzled her neck, lone tail twining with several of her own. "Carmi will flay me alive and hang my skin out to dry if she knows I'm here. Besides, I'm comfy."

"At my expense."

"Bitch, please." The succubus smirked, her expression just a shade shy of a smug sneer. "I don't hear you complaining after that last orgasm."

True. She wasn't. It felt good. Horribly, sinfully, terribly good. This body was quite sensitive. Enough to drive her utterly mad.

A hand drifted lower, cupping her right breast, tweaking her nipple.

Kurama flashed her fangs. "No pinching."

"So you don't like it rough all the time." Verosika leaned over her, pressing her bare bosom in her back. "Good to know; that's alright, I can be gentle, too."

Kurama's throat went dry.

Naruto would've collapsed from a nosebleed if he saw them like this.

Even so, she couldn't bring herself to protest as the smoldering succubus crawled her way into her lap.

"You know," Verosika crooned darkly, straddling her, "Watching the two of you together's gotten me all hot and bothered. But since he's busy...

A hand descended, tracing her her cheek, thumb trailing across her lips.

"I wanna see what you taste like. How about it?" she arched her back, baring her beautiful body to her in all her naked glory. "Wanna see what a girl feels like?"

Kurama gulped for all the wrong reasons. "Now wait just a minute! If you think for a second that you can handle me you are SORELY mistaken-

Verosika most assuredly thought she could; because she took the plunge.

Leaning low, she kissed her deeply.


(.0.0.0.)


"And THEN," Alastor proclaimed, dabbing politely at the corners of his mouth with a napkin that may or may not have once been haunted, "I return from a brief sabbatical only to find Naruto preparing to throw hands with an Overlord—*and Pentious being SAT ON BY TODDLERS!"

He punctuated the sentence by smacking the table so hard the ghost pepper cobbler vibrated, briefly summoned a minor poltergeist, and then resumed being dessert.

"Sounds about right," Vaggie muttered, arms crossed, already resigned to the insanity.

"TRULY, I'VE MISSED EVERYTHING!"

Alastor spun in his chair, somehow generating music despite the complete absence of instruments.

At that exact moment, like the scene was being directed by destiny itself, the lobby doors creaked open.

Enter, Naruto.

Bruised. Dusty. Shirt singed.

Holding what looked like a fistful of white hair in one hand and a half-eaten corn dog in the other. "Did I miss something?"

He grinned. The kind of grin that made people nervous. The kind that usually preceded something getting drop-kicked through a stained-glass window.

"YES!"

Carmilla's voice cracked through the room like a thunderbolt of pure fury.

She marched up to him—heels clicking like war drums, cloak flaring like a villain about to deliver a monologue—and planted herself nose-to-nose with him.

Her eyes blazed. Her fangs peeked. Her fists clenched.

"You…!"

Naruto blinked. "Me?"

He looked around as if checking whether she was actually addressing the couch behind him.

She shoved a hand against his chest.

He didn't move.

Not. One. Inch.

Her hand lingered.

TOO. LONG.

She realized it. So did he.

She yanked it back like it had caught fire.

"You're insufferable! And aggravating! And—and—AND—!"

Her voice cracked halfway through the last word like her pride physically couldn't finish the sentence.

Naruto's grin softened. Just a notch.

Not cocky.

Not mocking.

Just… warm. Stupidly warm.

"Thanks. I try."

Carmilla made a sound that might've been a snarl or a dying squeak. It was unclear.

"I hate you."

Naruto tilted his head. "You sure?"

The room fell silent. Even the background jazz seemed to pause, curious to see what would happen next.

Carmilla opened her mouth.

Nothing.

NOTHING.

A silence settled so heavy it bent gravity. Even the couch groaned. Finally—she hissed, turned on her heel, and flopped onto the couch beside him like a princess whose kingdom just betrayed her. "Just shut up and sit down before I actually stab you."

Naruto, smug as a fox with a full henhouse, dropped beside her like he'd won the lottery and the afterlife in one day.

Emily, off to the side, clasped her hands together like a fangirl at a royal wedding. "They're so cute together!"

"WE ARE NOT-

Alastor ignored the resultant outburst and leaned in, voice syrup-smooth.

"Like a nuke and a teacup, my dear. Positively explosive with just a hint of porcelain tragedy."


(.0.0.0.)


Even the fiercest of flames and mightiest infernos can't rage forever.

Sooner or later, thing were bound to calm down.

And they did.

"So," Naruto drawled, his voice lazy, quiet, like a breeze drifting over warm stone. He was sprawled out on the hotel's tallest tower, limbs stretched like a starfish claiming the night sky as his personal ceiling. "We done fighting?"

The moon above was fat and full, casting silver light across the cracked brick and rusted railing. The stars blinked down like sleepy gods with popcorn, watching the chaos of the hotel play out.

Behind him, there was the faintest rustle of silk and heels discarded.

Carmilla lay down beside him.

Not a word.

No dramatic flair.

No biting sarcasm.

Just… presence.

They stared up at the same sky. Quiet. Breathing in sync. The world, for once, not trying to explode.

He grinned a little, unable to help himself." Think I'm getting used to this place."

Minutes passed.

Long, stretching minutes where neither of them spoke—until, finally, in a whisper so soft it nearly vanished into the wind:

"Did you mean it?"

Naruto blinked, still not looking her way. "Mean what?"

A pause. She hated how small her voice sounded. "What you said. About my hair."

He didn't turn toward her.

But she felt it. That grin of his.

The one that always showed up when he wasn't trying to win or impress or fight.

Just… being Naruto. "Yeah. I meant it."

Carmilla didn't respond.

She simply rolled onto her side, back to him, hair trailing like a fallen curtain.

A smile tugged at her lips. Small. Unwelcome. Real.

She hated it. But she didn't stop it.

Neither did he.

"You," she began after a moment's pause, "Are quite possibly the strangest angel I've ever met."

He barked a laugh, sharp and poignant. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

Carmilla rolled her eyes. "I'm sure."

The silence returned.

This time she made no effort to break it; instead she contented herself with staring at the sky. There were few stars to behold down here and most of them were false, an illusion crafted long ago by Morningstar in another misguided attempt to grant the denizens of the underworld some small semblance of normality.

Normal.

How long had she been resigned to normality? To simply doing as she'd always done? Protecting her daughters, running her organization, maintaining order with the other Overlords, such as it was. Fending off the yearly Exterminations, doing her best to survive. More of the same. Day in, day out, with precious little in the way of change. Odette and Clara were her world, and she would give anything for them, die for them, but when was the last time she'd done anything for herself?

.

..

...she couldn't remember.

Nonsense! Surely there had a been a time...or maybe before...wasn't there that one instance...? No. She couldn't recall anything in the last hundred years, and her memory further back was decidedly murky; before she'd become...this, that was even foggier still. She'd not given much thought to those days in quite some time. She'd become too focused on the day-to-day.

Survive, survive, survive.

Make it through.

Until him.

Now suddenly there were Angels in the underworld again, they weren't killing people, and she didn't know what to do.

Maybe it was time for a change.

Maybe this was her chance.

Maybe...

"This plan of yours." she refused to look at Naruto as she forced the words out through grit teeth, "The one Morningstar's whelp came up with. You believe it will work? You are certain?"

"Meh." She heard him shrug, wings stirring as he did. "Nothing's certain until you succeed."

Incensed by his blase behavior, she rolled over and pinched his cheek with a hiss.

"Ouch." he grinned despite the discomfort. "Finally got ya to look at me."

Carmilla swore in spanish. "Don't push your luck, chico."

"I dunno," Naruto kept beaming, utterly unafraid of her. "M'feeling pretty lucky so far."

There it was, that infernal attitude of his laced with snarky charm; so unbefitting of an Angel. Naruto wasn't even talking down to her or disrespecting her. He was just so...relaxed! Even moreso now than he'd been when they'd first met! As though something had come unwound deep inside him, like he was the best around, and nothing would get him down.

It must be that little Seraphim of his. Had to be. He'd been over the moon since coming down the balcony with Emily.

Angels kept to their own kind, naturally.

For some reason, that angered her.

Badly.

In a fit of proper pique, Carmilla seized the other side of the blond's blasted face and yanked with both hands, stretching his cheeks left, right, every which way between. He kept smiling, utterly unflappable in the face of her fiery fury; he even deigned to laugh a little as though her actions were somehow tickling him.

Perhaps they were.

"Not so rough!" at last he sighed and reached up to grasp her wrists, preventing her from actually harming him. "You're gonna break my face, ya know!"

She hissed at him, fangs flashing as her tongue betrayed her. "Tonto! Lunático! Estás completamente loco!"

"I can'd understand a word you're saying!"

Blast, she'd slipped back into Spanish again, hadn't she?

Unbidden, she found herself leaning closer to snarl at him. "You...infuriate me!"

Naruto whined a little. "Awww, and here I thought we could be best buddies."

By the inferno, he actually meant those words, the blasted blond bastard!

Leaning down, Carmilla growled anew. "Do you think this a game?!"

He blinked up at her and tilted his head. "No...?"

Wait. Why was she looking down on him? When had she gotten atop his lap?! Somewhere between one curse and another, no doubt. She'd even stopped pinching his cheeks and begun cupping his face instead. His hands were still settled around her wrists, and while she knew he could've broken her arms like so much kindling, he didn't. Instead he lay there, waiting to see what she would do.

In truth, she would've taken the pain; agony was preferable to the uncertainty raging through her veins.

She was losing control; both of the situation and the herself.

Step back. She needed to step back. Now, before...!

"How is it that you have so much hope?" too late, the last word escaped her in a low rasp, nearly a wail. "This is not Heaven! This is the underworld! We belong here! Our lives do not matter!"

His brow furrowed, but that smile never dimmed, not once. "I disagree. You're not as terrifying as you make yourself out to be, Carmilla Carmine."

It was the first time he'd used her full name, and it made her shudder.

Not at all in a bad way.

"Why?!" she seized his robe and yanked hard, dragging him upright to bash her forehead against his. "What possible hope could their be for the defeated and the damned? I'll tell you! None! What redeeming qualities do you see in one such as me?!"

"You love your daughters."

Carmine dropped him like she'd been burned.

"Odette and Clara." Naruto pressed the attack, causing her to recoil with every word. "You care about them, don't you? I can see it in your eyes."

Carmilla's first instinct was raw panic and she reacted accordingly; covered her face to hide her shame; in doing she inadvertently ripping her arms from his grasp. She scarcely noticed, such was her panic. Her daughters. Her girls. Her world. He knew about them? How could he-

Verosika! That little bitch! She'd flay her alive!

"See?" Naruto patted her leg in a friendly manner. "If you were really a monster, you wouldn't bat an eyelash when I mentioned your kids."

Silver eyes peeked out between her fingers, the beginnings of a scowl tugging at her pallid face. "If you dare lay a finger on them...heaven itself won't be able to save you from me.

"Hurt them? Perish the thought!" he held up both hands. "I'm not a monster either, ya know. We both have people we love. Folks we wanna protect, ya know." Crossing both arms behind his chest, he deliberately left himself vulnerable beneath her smoldering gaze. "At the end of the day, just about everybody's out for love in one way or another."

Out for Love.

Something stirred softly in Carmilla's chest.

It felt...familiar. Almost like...

Hope.

How long had it been since she felt the like?

Too long. Far, far, far too long indeed.

This was foolishness, utter folly.

She should not trust him.

She should not.

She shouldn't.

She...

.

..

...she...

A tremor shook her shoulders as she hugged herself.

With it, a little laugh escaped her lips, bittersweet and painful.

Something wet ran down her cheek; it took her a moment to recognize it, and she did, her laughter redoubled.

Naruto tilted his head, baffled by the sudden sound. "You good?"

Ignorant fool. Was he even now blind to what he'd done?

So be it. The die was cast. Her choice made.

"You wretched man...

"Me?!" he tried to sit up, only for her to push him back down. "The heck did I do-

He...he had made her feel things; this was all his fault.

So what if she had competition? This was war.

She'd have him take responsibility.

All of it! Right here! Now!

"Not another word." Carmilla glared daggers at him. "You will remain still and silent for the next ten seconds. Do so, and I will reward you. Do you understand?"

His brow furrowed. "I think...?"

"Good boy."

So speaking, she reached up and quickly undid the buttons of her blouse, one by one all the way down. It pooled at her hips exposing her grey skin as she bared her upper torso to him; both herself and the pale, lacy white bra she wore over her bountiful breasts. His eyes bulged at the sight of her, but she didn't give him time to ruin the moment; in an instant she freed herself from her brassiere and threw the garment at his face. He ripped it away quickly, but she didn't give him the chance to recover. The rest of her clothes soon followed suit; first her long gloves and skirt, then her tights, followed by the last of her underwear, each flung at him in rapid succession.

It was in that last brief moment of inattention-as Naruto sputtered and struggled to peel her undergarments clothes off his face- that she struck.

Carmilla dove down and kissed him fiercely, plundering his mouth with her own like a conqueror of old. Naruto froze at first, but to his credit, recovered quickly; his hands rose to cup her face without hesitation, to which she retaliated in kind; viscerally yanking off his robes to plant herself atop him with intent. He gasped, as she did she, her hands seeking his shoulders for balance as his palms instinctively settled about her flank in quiet accord caressing her rear.

It was...so incredibly pleasant to be touched by another. An immense joy indeed.

Gods, but she had forgotten how good this felt. She'd missed this.

With a sultry smirk, Carmilla began to move her hips.

.

..

...they didn't leave the rooftop for quite some time.

A/N: Behold~!

Am I implying something about Carmilla...?

Its certainly possible. We don't know if she's a sinner, a demon, or a fallen angel.

Season Two will have more answers, I suppose...

Yup, this chapter was pure crack in places. Dark did great.

Hope you enjoyed this! Would you like weekly updates to resume? One slot remains! Felt the need to keep the disclaimer down here since the idea of Heaven and Hell has become so hotly debated.

Naruto isn't so much furious at Extermination Day as he is at the concept of it. He's never been to Hell until now. He doesn't know what its like, only that it amounts to literal angels -of whom Adam is a poor example- are killing a bunch of souls and keeping it secret from the rest of Heaven. And Lute deliberately framed it in the WORST way possible just to upset him.

Of course he doesn't understand. Of course that would upset him. Of course he feels the need to go and see for himself.

After all, we KNOW there are some monsters down there, but there are a food good folk amongst them all.

You can save some, sure, but you can't save everyone.

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Say uncle! SAY IT!

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There is great peril considering this, even as a hypothesis, because thoughts lead to actions, whether we intend them or not. Before you know it, we reach disaster, all from good intentions. They used to say that. About roads to bad places. Paved with good intentions. I want to be better." He gripped their throat, dangling them over the edge. "Don't make me let you down."

"You're insane."

"Ah, but what is madness if not the path to brilliance?"

"You'll learn, or you will be made to learn. Simple as that."

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