I hate Blood Moons.

Seriously, I fucking hate them.

They were one of the worst days I had to deal with because it was the one time that every demon acts crazier than usual. Now, I am all for a good and wild time, but even there is a limit to how far the insanity should go before it becomes a total anarchist's wet dream. Sadly, this wasn't an excuse good enough for me to close down my club and keep the demons out. Mostly because I would be seen as a hypocrite, and my reputation would take a dive.

Despite not giving a fuck about a lot of things, there were some things I had to give shits about. Mainly my approval rating. More than once, I've had to face rebellions from the common folk who disagreed with how I was doing things. I don't like admitting it, but the past me was a total bitch for many thousands of years. Look up Dionysus II of Syracuse. That was my work. Same with my influence in making the nobles of France ignore the peasants that caused the French Revolution. However, I've matured since then, and now I know how to ensure people have a good time.

Now a lot of humans and angels seem to think that we demons are a bunch of wild, crazy animals who give into our instincts and go do something like a bloodlust crusade or a massive orgy fest. The truth is we're mostly reasonable, calm, and collected about eighty percent of the time. The other twenty percent comes from being a bit mad and crazy to survive Hell. Some demonic instincts were too strong for you to ignore, and embracing it was better in the long run. That being said, there are days when your instincts go wild, and your behavior goes beyond the normal bounds of rationality.

You know how there are theories that humans and animals change their behavior to something more primal during a full moon? Demons are the same; it happens to us only during the Blood Moon. Lust demons get hornier, Wrath demons get more bloodthirsty, Greed demons become more possessive, etc. Now, I've been around long enough to withstand the temptations of a Blood Moon phase. That being said, I still have a limit to how much bullshit I can take.

"And next time, wear adult diapers. If you're going to get so drunk, you'll miss the bathroom!" I shout as my security team throws out another sinner. One who decided to take a wizz in the chocolate lava fountain (with an actual fountain-size design) because he was too hammered to use the toilets. Rubbing my head, I turn to Vortex and ask him, "How many so far?"

"Forty-two and counting," Tex says before he touches the radio piece in his ear and sighs. "Make that forty-three. Another pervert went into the ladies room again."

"I fucking hate Blood Moons," I mutter before motioning him to take care of it.

The entire club is packed so badly that I must fly and shrink myself a few times to get through them. Multiple demons are already drunk as fuck, high as kites on heavy shit, and grinding together so much on the dance floor that I'm surprised they haven't started fires. My employees are working so hard their sweating puddles so I've already promised them three days off after this. We'll need time to clean up and restock after tonight, anyway. I look at the clock and see three hours are still left until we can close. We're already through half of our supplies, and the DJ is demanding extra overtime pay.

I love my club, but there are some days when the partying is too much that I can't enjoy it. I'm not even performing today. That's how bad it is. I head over to the third floor and quickly get some water behind one of the overcrowded bars when I spot Collin rushing past me, struggling to hold a keg as he places it nearby and wipes the sweat off his brow. I snort and nod my head. "Yeah, I feel ya."

"Seriously, what is with demons today?!" Collin gasps as he takes a moment to collect himself. "I've had fifty orders of nachos with melted cheese, had to replace all the stills in every bar twice in the past hour, and we're running so low on ice that I've had to send employees to stores to get more."

"The Blood Moon makes us all go crazy," I reply with a shrug. "You should have seen me in my first hundred years as a demon whenever the blood moon came out. I gained so much weight I was practically a sumo wrestler."

"I can't even imagine that," Collin chuckles. "We don't even have this crazy stuff happening in Heaven. Not even Christmas or Easter is this crazy."

"We just got three more hours to go and then I'm heading home for some private time in my jacuzzi," I say while daydreaming of a nice long bubbling hot bath with a Long Island Iced Tea, some chocolate, and smooth jazz music in the background.

"I could certainly go for one," Collin says with a daydream looking on his face.

"Want to join me in mine?" I tease, which makes him blush. Chuckling, I pinch his tiny cheeks. "You are so easy to mess with."

"Glad to know I have a side gig as your personal jester. Does that mean I get a raise?" Collin replies back but he's smiling as well.

"See? You got some bite under that wool of sweetness. Guess I'm finally corrupting you," I tell him with a wink. "Pretty soon, you'll be cursing as well."

"Let's not get too far," Collin chuckles.

Suddenly, there is a loud set of cursing and smashing of stuff near the bar. The kind that angry assholish self-privileged customers make when their needs are being catered to their every whim. You know? The ones that think they're special because they always come here and expect everyone in this club to bow to them because they're a "paying" customer? Collin and I look at each other before sighing as we investigate.

The person causing the problems is a minotaur-looking demon with purple skin, red eyes, and four horns on his head. He's got purple fire shooting from his nose as he glares at a gulping Hellhound bartender. "What the fuck do you mean you're out of SmokeFlame Beer?!"

"S-S-S-Sorry, sir! But we ran out of our last batch twelve minutes ago," The bartender gulped. "I would be happy to give you something-"

The angry minotaur demon slammed his fist on the bar counter. "I don't want something else! I've had a shitty fucking day losing my latest big match, and all I want is a motherfucking drink to feel better! I am not going to deal with this shit! You get me a bottle of SmokeFlame Beer to help, so I will skin you alive and use it as toilet paper to wipe my ass with."

Sighing, I was about to say something, but Collin nervously flew over first. "Excuse me?"

"What?!" The minotaur yells at Collin, who winces. I stay back for now, but I'm ready to get involved the first chance I get.

"Um, sir? You're causing a disturbance. I'm sorry we don't have what you are looking for, but perhaps you could be satisfied with a discount on something else?" Collin suggests.

"What the fuck is a namby pamby ass angel doing in a place like this! This is a demon's club, you halo-humping retard!" The minotaur shouts as he pokes Collin in the chest, which pushes him back a bit due to his size.

"I happen to work here, sir. I'm the assistant manager," Collin says as I take the chance to come forward and give my friend some backup

"He's telling the truth," I tell the minotaur, who glares at me. Either he's fucking dumb, or he's high on his own range. Probably a Wrath born. Those guys never know when to cool the fuck down. "Look, you can just suck it up like a man and walk away, or I'm going to get security here to drag your ass out like all the rest of the shitheads who try to pull hot shit on me."

"Tch, so the great and mighty Beelzebub is allowing angels to work for her? What a fucking disappointment," The minotaur demon grumbles. "Entire pentagram is falling apart with this kind of bullshit. Allowing angels to walk around, hang out, take jobs and shit? What's next we start sucking their cocks literally instead of figuratively?"

"Look, you want to bitch about local politics, do it on your Voxbook account," I tell him with my lava glows a bit redder to show that I'm done messing around. "This is my club. My rules. You can get the fuck out of here now because I'm tired of dealing with your attitude. You can leave on your feet or on your ass. Choice is yours."

"If anyone's an ass, it's you," The minotaur commented, which got him a lot of gasps and stares in disbelief that he would say such a thing to a Sin Lord. Even I'm stunned by the balls on this guy and wondering if he was actually suicidal. "Fuck, for all we know, you're probably letting this angel take you in the ass."

Okay, that was it.

This fucker was dead.

I had a lot of pent-up rage and finally had an excuse to take it out on someone who deserved it.

However, before I could totally tear this fucker up, Collin zips forward to the minotaur's face, and I see, for the first time, a furious look in his eyes. Hell, I think this is the first time I've ever seen him pissed off at all.

"How dare you!" Collin shouts in frustration at this asshole who's ruining the vibes. "First of all, I am not sleeping with Bee! We're coworkers and friends! Second, you are a rude jerk who has done nothing but ruin everyone's night! Third, I don't care if a Blood Moon affects you. You do not treat people this poorly, especially to the workers of this club who have been trying to help you! But clearly, you think you are something special when, in reality, you are just a selfish brat! You have one last warning, sir! Either leave now or—"

"Or what? You going to go cry about it to your whore of a mom?" The minotaur demon says with a smirk.

In an instant, I see Collin just freeze—not like just stopping, but actually frozen. Even his wings don't move, but he's still up in the air. His right eye twitches, and for some reason, I think I can hear boss music, but I do not know why.

"What. Did. You. Say?" Collin mutters as his right eye twitches, and I see his hooves clenching. My eyes widen. No way. He's not gonna...

"I said your mother is a filthy whore who probably sucks pegasi dick like a dirty little cum sucking slu—"

"FUCK YOU!"

And then Collin strikes the minotaur demon so fast and hard that he falls face-first into the counter. Growling, he spits out flames from his nose and dives for Collin, only for the cherub to get low, fly past his legs, and kick him in the groin hard while doing so. A girlish scream comes out of the minotaur demon as he holds his pelvis in pain, but not before Collin grabs one of the bar stools and slams it on his head. The minotaur yells in pain before Collin grabs him by the neck of his shirt and starts punching him over and over again with his hooves as the crowd cheers him on. The sight of a fight and blood excited everyone, but I was too busy looking at Collin with sheer shock.

Is this really the shy little cherub I've hired and teased with sex jokes that makes him a red mess in the face?

"YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER LIKE THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Collin screams as he then headbutts the poor son of a bitch like a mother fucking G. Jesus Christ, this is awesome! When did Collin turn into such a badass?!

"Kick his ass!"

"Get him cherub boy!"

"Fuck him up!"

"Go! Collin!" I cheer as well with a grin of delight upon seeing this asshole get his just deserts. I hope somebody is filming this because I want to save it on my drive.

Finally, the minotaur demon manages to get a punch and drives Collin towards the edge of the railing of our floor. He wipes the blood from his lips and just glares at the pissed-off demon as if daring him to try again. Roaring, the minotaur charges forward with his horns low. Ready to gore Collin, who just stands there.

I start to panic as Collin doesn't move, but before I can yell a warning out, he finally flies up at the last second, letting the minotaur miss him and crash through the railing. He yelps in shock before a large crash is heard, and I fly over to look over the fence. The minotaur, moaning in pain, has crashed into one of the tables holding a snack bar, and now he's covered in chips, cookies, and candy. Collin floats down and folds his arms as security enters the scene and looks up at us.

"Get that piece of shit out of here," Collin demands from our security team. They look at me, and I nod, giving them the final word to get the jerk out of here. Taking a deep breath, Collin grabs a nearby cocktail and drinks it all one gulp before tossing the glass away. "Wow, I needed that."

The crowd soon cheers Collin on as he suddenly blushes and tries to hide behind me as all focus is on him. I grin and pridefully hold him high, which only makes him redder. "Dude, take it in! You were amazing! Remind me to never make a joke about your mother going forward," I tell him.

"I...I shouldn't have lost my temper like that," Collin says as he switches back to his original personality. "I hope I didn't hurt him too much."

"Trust me, the fucker had it coming," I tell him as I slap him on the back. "This is Hell. A good ass-kicking goes a long way to earn respect."

"If...If you say so," Collin whispers as he rubs his hands. "Um, I'm going to take my break early."

"Sure thing, Collin. Take five," I tell him as he flies towards the employee's lounge.

Heh, you know. Collin acting all badass like that? It was hot. Hmm...

***

Once the club finally closed, I asked Collin to meet me in my office before he headed home. I got a nice bottle of wine from my personal collection, some excellent mood music, and my unique hidden bed ready with some candles. Yeah, you can guess what I'm doing. I'm going to sleep with the cherub. Why not? I needed a good lay, and Collin turned me on with his behavior earlier. Maybe I have a thing for nice guys going bad?

It's not like it's going to be anything serious. Just a quick nice fuck between friends. Besides, it's not like he'll go to Hell for fucking me. Ozzie's told me a few angels have snuck into Lust more than once for a good time since the peace between Heaven and Hell deal. Even angels have a libido that needs satisfaction every so often.

The door opens, and I turn around with glasses of wine as Collin enters. He looks around in surprise at the changes, but I just sway my tail while walking forward to get his attention focused on me. Hmm, I've never done it with a cherub before. They say they're small but significant in packages down below. That must be why there is such a high population in Heaven. "So, are you feeling better?"

"Huh?" Collin stutters a bit before gulping. "Uh, yeah. What's with—"

"Here," I say, giving him the wine glass, which he nervously takes and sips a bit. "I meant what I said, by the way. That was pretty awesome how you took care of that asshole. I didn't think you were much of a fighter."

"I'm not," Collin admits with a shrug. "I really hate fighting. But when he said my Mom was...that I just lost it."

"Mama's boy?" I ask, which makes him nod while getting red in the cheeks. "It's fine. I think it's sweet."

I slowly take his hand and guide him to the bed, using one of my other arms to increase the volume of the music. Collin is gulping as we sit down. I smile warmly at him, slowly placing my fingers on his chest and circling it. He's gulping the wine down a lot, but it calms his nerves. "W-What are you..."

"What's it look like, Lambchop?" I tease as I lean closer. "Come on. You can't tell me you haven't had one semi-dirty thought about me."

"I...I..." Collin looks almost ready to faint as I lean in closer and whisper in his ear.

"Come on. It's just a bit of fun," I lick Collin's cheek. Hmm, he tastes like a lamb, too. "A lot of fun."

Just as I'm about to lean forward and kiss him, he puts a hoof to my lips, making me open my eyes in confusion. Collin takes a few deep breaths before slowly lowering his hoof and shakes his head. "No. Not like this."

"Huh?" I ask in confusion.

"...Beelzebub, I'm not going to sleep with you," Collin tells me firmly. "I...I took a vow to not have sex until marriage. I intend on keeping that."

"Oh, come on," I moan and roll my eyes. "Who's going to know?"

"God will."

"I'm sure he knows everything going on is just a rumor," I pout. Damnit, I want to have some sex. Does he really need to be a prune about this?

"I'm sorry, Bee, but I need to keep to my principles," Collin tells me and I can already tell from his emotions he's serious about this. This disappoints me, but I won't make a fuss about it. If Collin doesn't want to have sex, I won't force him. "But..."

He then looks at the ground and gives a nervous smile. "I would like to take you out on a date."

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Huh?!