Loona's P.O.V

"I'm telling you, Y/N, trusting a dying person, especially an imp, is the quickest way to get your ass clapped in the most brutal and least satisfying way possible" Blitzø insists.

"Are you speaking from experience, Blitzø?" Y/N replies, folding his arms.

"Fuck no. I'm speaking from the perspective of someone that would do exactly that if you ever tried murdering me wherever I stand" He answers.

"But, on the off-chance that what the imp said wasn't total bullshit, what do you think he meant?" Y/N asks.

I can't find it in me to yawn at this monotonous back and forth Blitzø and Y/N are doing. Though it might also be from the complete lack of sleep I got from Y/N and I texting a lot last night. I had to go through Millie to get his number, her apparently having asked him so that they also could keep in contact. It was a nice time and I'm internally glad that someone who expressed interest in being friends didn't just ghost me after I wanted to talk. Though our chats didn't delve into anything personal, since I'm not wanting to get to that point yet and I'm pretty sure he doesn't either, it still gave me insight into Y/N's personality, a kind of personality that I find to be rather entertaining and enjoyable. It really feels like he'll further fill the void of having a fun and decent friend in my life, aside from Vortex that is. Funny enough, Tex said that he would pop by the office later and I think it'll be a great chance for him and Y/N to meet. It would be great having both of my friends get along with one another.

"Well, I have a couple of guesses, but I'm no fashion guru either, so don't quote me on this" Blitzø sighs.

Oh, right. All of us are back in the meeting room at our company building. I have my feet up on the table and my phone being where my attention is at, Blitzø and Y/N standing in front of the whiteboard in discussion while Simp and Simpette across from me are watching and listening so that they can chime in and potentially help if at all possible. All in all, a pretty normal day all things considered.

"Now, I've traveled to some of the different Rings in my time and from what I've seen, you have the sleazy and expensive-looking ones roaming around the Lust Ring and you have the more dust-ridden and rural-looking one residing in the Wrath Ring" Blitzø articulates, drawing circles on the white board and writing the details on the side with the names inside the circles, "Millie could tell you more about the Wrath Ring, though, since her family are from there and still live there currently."

"Precisely!" Millie agrees, Y/N and Blitzø sparing her a glance, "And if it would help, I could always take you to Wrath myself so you could investigate further."

"Well, thanks, Millie. But before I accept that, I'd need to figure out how I can even attempt to travel between the Rings" Y/N replies, reminding everyone here, including me, that he isn't a Hellborn like the rest of us.

"Oh, yeah, right. I forgot that you're a sinner and weren't born here like me, Mox, or Blitzø" Millie nods, sounding a little disappointed but not that she's already giving up on the thought of helping.

"I'll work on it though" Y/N promises, turning back to Blitzø and pointing to the circle labeled 'Lust', "So what about Lust?"

"That's a bit of a rockier slope" Blitzø explains, "I can say that I do, at least, know someone who visits Lust more often than none, but we're not on the best of terms at all. The best I can think of is chatting up some of the local succubi around here or there and see if they know anything, provided that you don't have to pay them and agree to cunnilingus before they give out any info. Traveling there will still be a bit of a hurdle, but you can ask Stolas to help you get there. He met me there once, so he definitely knows a way that isn't through the transit system."

"Right, right" Y/N nods, "This is good. This is some good stuff, Blitzø"

"No need to kiss my ass, but thanks" My adoptive dad sassily replies, all the while smiling.

"Hmm, I might be able to make that work. I do have a succubi that I meet with every so often, so I could probably ask her" Y/N speculates.

"Ooh! Is she your girlfriend?" Millie says with loads of excitement. Moxxie glances at her with a 'really?' look on his face while I give her the same treatment.

"No. Kiki is not my girlfriend" Y/N chuckles, "She just comes over for more...explicit purposes...since that's the type of relationship we're both comfortable pursuing."

"...Alright, Mills, let's not make Y/N air out everything about his personal life!" Blitzø speaks up, redirecting the conversation and actually doing something commendable, since Y/N doesn't look entirely happy with what he's been saying, "Moxxie, do you have anything to add?"

"Well, the thing I don't get is, why was it an assassin that hired these imps? Why not take care of it him/herself? I mean, don't assassins typically do just about anything as long as they're paid?" The fatty ponders.

"You're really asking that after you three played bodyguard for that Stolas guy?" I pointedly point out.

Moxxie deflates a little, his wife patting him on the shoulder while Y/N and Blitzø continue planning.

"That's a good point, Loonie" Blitzø says, briefly gesturing my way and making me audibly huff at the continued nickname, "But Moxxie still has a point as well. I don't know. What do you think, Y/N?"

"It is rather unusual, but I'm willing to bet that it could be a case where the assassin him/herself was hired by someone else that asked them to get some imps to cause a panic. Assassins get hired all the time to kill people, so this might just be a situation where the request was a bit more outside the box than normal, but that's just speculation on my part" Y/N thinks out loud, pacing a little bit as he speaks.

"But that then begs the question of who would go through the trouble to do all that? As in, who would want the Goetia's scared?" Millie asks.

"Given the fact that they're royalty and hated by nearly everyone that is a lesser status than them, who the fuck knows?" Blitzø sighs, turning to Y/N, "But do you know if they have any enemies within their own little 'rich people' sphere?"

"I'd have to talk with them about that, but a suspect that Stolas wanted to keep in mind was his brother-in-law, Andrealphus, AKA his wife's brother and his daughter's uncle" Y/N says, roughly putting a picture of some pompous looking bird asshole dressed in white on the table, Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, and I leaning forward to look at it, "He's a real cheeky bastard and is known for being rather..antagonistic towards Stolas whenever they're around each other, even though, according to Stolas, he's never outright threatened to murder him. But given his suspiciously violence-themed conversation with Octavia the other night, it makes Andrealphus look suspicious."

"So you're saying that he could've hired this assassin to scare that Goetia family?" I ask, Y/N sharing a glance with me.

"Maybe, but there's nothing concrete enough to fully assume that. So, for now, let's leave Andrealphus as a suspect until we know more" He answers.

There's then a knock at the door, it being so sudden and unexpected that everyone in the room goes silent. But then the door opens and this imp woman comes walking in.

"Is this I.M.P? I have some I want killed" This woman says.

"Then you've come to the right place!" Blitzø exclaims joyously, briefly addressing her before turning back to the rest of us, "Meeting's over for now, but we'll pick this back up later. You can go if you want, Y/N. The rest of you, get ready for another job!"

Y/N nods and goes to leave, though I get up from my seat and follow him out the door. Right as Blitzø goes on to say his name and ask the details of the job, Y/N and I are out in the hallway and going towards the main waiting room, Blitzø's voice getting quieter the farther away we walk. I sit back behind the receptionist's desk when we get there, Y/N sitting on the counter and facing me.

"If you don't mind me saying, you guys are a real interesting bunch" He comments while smiling.

"Oh, really? How do you figure that?" I grin back, crossing my arms with my phone still in-hand.

"Aside from the fact that this company is more like a group of high school friends that decided to go into business for themselves than a 'professional' group of corporate execs, there's also the adventurous jobs that are undertaken" Y/N replies, his description of us being pretty accurate from what little information I know regarding the living world, "And let me tell you that it was such a breath of fresh air, literally, to visit the living world."

"Did it look the same as when you died?" I ask, putting my phone face down on the counter.

"Well, we didn't spend much time outside, but from the small glimpses, it looked the same. Better that than to come up after five years and see that a third world war has happened. That would be really depressing to see" The sinner recounts, the word 'world war' not making much sense to me, but still sounding tragic enough on its own for me to simply nod slightly in agreement with him.

"Huh. Well, glad that that's not the case" I reply, not knowing what else I could say.

Y/N nods, looking down in thought as the door opens again. I just assume that it's another client and am about to tell them that they'll have to wait for a minute, but then I actually bother to look at who walked in. A grin then spreads on my face to see that it's the tall, muscular, deeply smooth voice, and handsome-looking hellhound with gray fur that is my good friend Vortex.  Y/N notices him soon enough as Tex comes over to where the both of us are sitting.

"Hey there, girl, how's it going?" Tex smiles at me.

"Pretty much the same. Not bad but could certainly be better" I reply, trying to keep at least a hint of a smile on my face.

"Well then, you're in luck, because I have something fun to offer for later tonight" He hints, looking a little excited.

"Sounds good. But first I'd like you to meet one of my new friends, Y/N" I say, Y/N turning around, hopping off the counter, and standing in front of Vortex, "He's working with this company to investigate the small killing spree at that royal building a couple days ago."

"Oh, yeah, I remember hearing about that" Tex muses, then turning to Y/N as the both of them do a sort of handshake that's more attuned to guys, "Nice to meet you, man."

"Nice to meet you too, my guy" Y/N nods, looking like he admires Vortex to a certain extent.

"So what kind of business do you do, Y/N?" Vortex asks him.

"I work as an assassin, more independent than I.M.P here, but I also dabble in some bodyguard work from time to time" Y/N recaps, Vortex nodding, "You?"

"Funny you should mention bodyguarding, since that's what I do most of the time too. Well, used to do most of the time. Now it's more of a part-time job, since I have to help look after my girlfriend and our daughter" Tex answers.

"I can respect a man who has commitment and loves his family. And I'm sure you'll be a great dad, Vortex" Y/N compliments.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate that" Vortex chuckles warmly at Y/N's high speaking of him.

"So, what were you about to offer to Loona?" Y/N then asks.

"Well, I got invited to this hellhound party later tonight, one that my girlfriend would've thrown herself given different circumstances, and I was wondering if you'd like to come" Vortex offers, looking at me before glancing at Y/N, "You're welcome to come too, Y/N, if you'd like to that is."

"Is this party strictly for hellhounds? Because I don't think I really fit the profile" Y/N brings up.

"You'll be good, my man. You stick with me, everything will be fine" Tex assures him.

"Alright, then, I'm in" Y/N accepts.

"I'm in too" I chime in, "Sounds like it could be fun."

"Great!" Vortex says excitedly, then pausing and looking down at his buzzing phone, "Well, guess it's time to bounce. But I'll be back here around 7 so that we can walk to the party. Sound good?"

"Totally" I reply, Y/N nodding for his answer.

"Cool. Nice meeting you, Y/N" Vortex concludes before walking out the door and towards the elevator.

"Looks like you know how to pick friends, Loona" Y/N comments, watching Vortex go.

"I like that you two are already getting along nicely" I reply, smiling at their interaction.

"Me too" Y/N agrees, "He's my type of friend."

"Loonie! We need a portal!" Blitzø then interrupts, his whole posse coming into the room in their dumbass disguises.

Sighing, I take the fancy book and open it, a portal forming after a few seconds. And before I can pointedly tell them to get going, those three are already through, letting me thankfully close the book and furthermore the portal. I slump down in the receptionist's chair, that smile I previously had now gone. Honestly, why do I even bother coming to this place if all I'm meant to do is take orders and do things? I'm not even getting paid all that well since those other clowns take most of the profit from jobs.

"You wanna get out of here and do something?" Y/N then suggests, probably noticing how done I look with this job.

"Can't. They're relying on me to open the fucking portal back here" I sigh.

My phone then rings, making me huff and look at it. It's Blitzø. I answer, though not with much enthusiasm.

"Yeah?" I say.

"Open the portal, open the portal!" Blitzø urges from his end, sounding like he's running away from something.

I do just that and surprisingly, the trio nearly trample each other once they're back through. I quickly close the book and shut the portal again, but then I feel the need to ask them what's nagging in the back of my mind.

"You guys done already?" I ask.

"Yes! Quickest job ever!" Blitzø throws his arms up, but then leaning over to continue catching his breath alongside Moxxie and Millie, "We literally ran into them and killed them where they stood. But the fucking human police were right there where I didn't see them and we had to run."

"Huh, nice" I merely reply, raising my eyebrows in surprise before glancing over at Y/N, the both of us reaching a silent agreement, "Anyways, Y/N and I are gonna go do something. See ya."

I then get up from my spot behind the desk, leaving the book sitting there, and exit the room with Y/N before Blitzø can begin another one of his rambles about how much he 'forbids it' and shit. I remain silent all the way through the elevator ride, only feeling the need to talk again once Y/N and I are outside of the building and on the sidewalk.

"So, where do you suggest we go?" I say to him.

"Well, have you ever heard of this place called Stylish Occults? Octavia loves to go there. I was also hoping to introduce you too" The sinner proposes.

"I have, yeah. And I guess now would be the time to tell you that Octavia and I do already know each other, since we are friends. Blitzø doesn't know about it and I'm assuming her parents don't mention me that much since this is the first time you're hearing about it" I reply, crossing my arms.

"Then that makes things much easier" Y/N smiles, clasping his hands together, "Let's go pick Octavia and head there. I'll call ahead to let her know we're coming. Since the both of us will be with her, I have no doubt Stella and Stolas will feel better about the idea."

So Y/N does exactly that, calling up Octavia, briefly talking to her, and then hanging up before we ultimately set out for the Goetia mansion on the outskirts of the city. I'm almost a bit nervous on how Octavia will act when she sees me. It's been years since we've seen each other face to face, but we've still kept in touch through text. Yet, it's not the same, and maybe Octavia thinks that the fact I haven't suggested anything in-person for us to do means that I don't want to hang out. But it's more the fact that having to juggle this 'job', allocating time for Vortex, and then finding time for her is a lot for me to handle. Much more than what I'm used to. And now with Y/N entering the picture as a new friend, things are bound to get even harder. But at least he and Octavia are already friends, so that eases things back a little bit.

Soon enough, we arrive and pass through their front gate security, which has been noticeably beefed up since the last time I visited, though I'm no idiot as to why. Y/N and I walk up and knock on the door and Octavia is the one to answer, making me think that she hung around the door after Y/N called.

"Long time no see, Loona" Octavia greets me, giving me only a small smile before she comes up and hugs me. I still hug her back, showing that I missed seeing her.

"Yeah, it's been way too long" I reply back, the owl girl nodding in response before closing the mansion front door and turning her attention to Y/N.

"Thanks for coming over to see me" Octavia smiles at Y/N, "Have you come any closer to finding out who that assassin is?"

"A little bit" Y/N confirms, "We've narrowed down our search to the Lust and Wrath Ring, though the difficulty now is for me to find a way to get to each of those Rings, being a sinner and all that."

"Oh, right. Yeah, I forgot about that" Octavia nods in understanding, "Well, I might not know much about those two Rings in particular, but I know Dad has been to both, so he could certainly help you with that."

"Thanks, Via. I'll be sure to ask him about that next time I see him" Y/N agrees, "In the meantime, would you like to go to Stylish Occults with me and Loona?"

"Would I!" Octavia grins wider, "Yes, let's go!"

I smile seeing her all excited, sticking by the two of them as we exit the Goetia property and plunge right back into the streets of Imp City. Octavia gets plenty of stares and disgusted looks from other imps and hellborn, but Y/N and I threateningly glare at them to discourage any of those pricks from trying anything remotely hostile. And though Octavia does include me within the conversations that her and Y/N are having, the way she talks to me feels borderline cold, or at least that's what my preconceived notions about me and her are making me view it as. I can't shake the feeling as we then ultimately arrive at our destination, the building being one that's not a complete dump, but not very prestigious either, located in the dead center of a strip mall. Just from looking through the window, there's nobody else inside by the demon working the register, which I think is something Octavia and I are both pleased about since I know neither of us like being around crowds. We don't linger outside long, since Y/N doesn't want to draw any unwanted attention to Octavia after the popular news event that was the party massacre, and quickly go inside.

Like always, the shelves are fully stocked with merchandise, giving Octavia plenty to look through as she almost immediately begins perusing the aisles like a kid in a candy store. Though given how that metaphor refers to something more innocent than a shop that sells preserved animal bodies, which, with the look that Y/N and I share, is something that we can both agree is a bit creepy. I know I don't want to die and have my carcass be preserved and sold. I'd come back from whatever further afterlife awaits after dying in Hell and castrate whoever did it. But anyway, we spend a little time seeing what's available to buy, though I have no intent on purchasing anything since I only wanted to tag along to spend time with my friends.

"Hmm, I don't know. Do you think this one looks good, Loona?" Octavia then asks me, gesturing to a stuffed dog. Though I'm sure she didn't ask me about this one just to creep me out, it's still having that effect on me.

"I mean, if you think so" I reply, trying to hide the uncomfortableness in my voice, "But what would you use it for?"

"I'd have it in my room and think of you" She then says sweetly, my attitude flipping entirely upside down when she says this, "Since I don't get to see you as much anymore, I'd want something to remember you by, even though I'd rather have times like these instead."

"I'd want that too" I reply, leveling with her, "And I'm sure we could try and work something out, especially since we now share a common friend in Y/N."

"Oh, really? You and Y/N are friends? Since when?" Octavia asks, genuinely asking.

"Yesterday" I reveal, Octavia looking at me with shock and surprise on her face.

"Wow. You two must've hit it off well if you became friends that quickly" She comments, "Remember how long it took for us to become friends?"

"Oh, don't remind me" I chuckle, playfully nudging her, "You just wouldn't leave me alone."

"Are you sure you're talking about me? Because I'm pretty sure that was you" Octavia smiles and retorts, both of us chuckling since we're both right.

"Watch it, dipshit" Y/N then says, bringing Octavia and I out of our talk as we turn to see Y/N brandishing his gun at two imps that are standing way too close to our group for comfort, "Either back up or leave before I make you both my next assassination targets."

"As if" One of them replies sassily, him pointing his own weapon at Y/N while the other does the same, Octavia watching the situation with a noticeable sense of deja vu in her eyes, this situation probably coming pretty close to a previous one that her and Y/N were in before, "And we're here for the girl, not you, cocksucker."

"I'm guessing you tailed us here to try and kidnap her to then either kill her or put her up for ransom?" Y/N guesses.

"Spot on, shitface. I'm almost impressed" The same imp replies.

"Then how about we take this outside and settle it the good old fashioned way?" Y/N hints, probably referring to a gunfight.

"You know what? I'll agree to that. Let's go" The imp accepts, keeping his gun trained on Y/N as he and his partner back towards the door, Y/N having no choice but to follow them.

Octavia and I watch as they leave through the door, both of us going to the store window to see what will happen. But right as we go up and press against the window, we're slightly jumpscared by blood splattering on it along with one of the imp's dead body smacking against it before slumping to the ground. A gunshot or two then rings in the air, but Octavia and I are still too frightened to catch what happened outside, the only sound we hear afterwards being that of the door opening. We then look to see Y/N enter with a tiny amount of blood on him, the gun he had now placed back in its holster.

"Sorry about that, but unfortunately I think it's best we wrap things up here and get you home" Y/N says to Octavia, "If they tailed us, who knows how many of the others that spotted us on our way here will try something similar."

"Right" Octavia nods, "I'll be just a moment."

She then picks the dog taxidermy from the shelf and walks it over to the register. I follow her over and stand by her as she exchanges the necessary payment with the demon behind the counter, the demon apparently being a frequent worker since he recognizes Octavia. Once everything's paid for, Octavia grabs her new purchase and heads for the door. I open it for her and we step outside, Y/N waiting just beyond the door, probably to keep an eye out for any other daring imps.

"Well, I'm going to take Octavia home, Loona. Do you want me to meet you at the I.M.P building so we can do something else together?" He offers.

"No thanks, I've had my fill for today" I decline, Y/N nodding, "I'll see you when we meet up with Vortex."

"Alright then, see you later" He kindly says before walking away with Octavia, the owl girl waving goodbye at me as she's leaving.

I wave back, but then sigh, since I'm back by myself again. I don't want to go back to work, because Y/N is one of the only few that has the ability to make it bearable for me, so I guess I should just head home and hang until the meet-up time comes around. So, I turn away from the sight of my two friends getting farther and farther away and start heading in the direction of the apartment complex that Blitzø and I share. 

After a bit of walking, I find Blitzø's apartment building as easily as I always do, having lived in this gutter trash of a city for too long that I know where pretty much everything is. I head inside, go up the elevator, and trudge through the halls until I reach the exact apartment itself. I then pull out the keys from my pocket, unlock the door, and enter, lightly slamming the door behind me with a heavy sigh. Blitzø never lets me have keys of my own, even though I still fucking live here, so I have to resort to stealing them from him to let myself come and go whenever I please. I swear, it's like I'll never achieve any level of independence unless, I don't know, I fucking buy it or some shit. I put the keys back in my pocket, sulkingly pass through the shabby, simplistic living room and kitchen, and go to my room, shutting the door and promptly laying down on my bed.

Finding little else to do, I'm forced to re-analyze the aspects of my own room. It's a small and, sometimes, cramped space. Aside from a standard bed set in the corner with a small window right above it, a dingy end table, and closet across from the bed, there's practically nothing else to my room. Well, aside from my posters hanging up on most of the walls, but those aren't exactly space fillers. It just leaves a lot to be desired and if Blitzø wasn't such a fucking idiot with his spending, he could've pooled money from jobs and got us a much better place. Or, better yet, gave me some of that money so I could get a place of my own. But he won't, because he's way too overprotective of me, despite the fact that I'm an adult. I'm not incapable of finding work to raise that myself, but knowing this job industry, they'll try to make me into some street hooker that wears nothing but boots and fishnet skirts that show off my tits. But what really fucking blows that the succubi already do that and are still higher up in the social hierarchy than any imp or hellhound in Hell, let alone this city. Still, those sex demons can keep that perverted professional to themselves. I'll be pursuing something with much more 'class' and stronger 'morals', something they severely lack.

Feeling thirsty, I get up from bed and leave my room, going directly into the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the fridge, using my teeth to pop the cap off and spitting it into the trash before I take a drink. Though it's not completely making my frustrations disappear, it is making me feel better in another way. Taking another drink, my eyes peruse the apartment until settling on the wall of pictures near the entrance, all of them including Blitzø with some other person, though he's personally crossed himself out of every picture. It does make me feel a bit bad for him. I don't hate Blitzø and, in fact, I've learned to appreciate that he was willing to adopt me rather than just leave me without a father figure who's willing to care for me. I would just like it if he would tone down his fatherly tendencies by about 75 percent. I still find it hard calling him 'dad', though, maybe because I remember my actual family and how they were, so calling someone else by that title would only bring about bad memories. It's also why I don't want to look for anybody to date, because my first boyfriend is the same guy that gave me the syphilis that I'm now stuck with.

Taking my drink with me, I walk back to my room and shut the door again, setting the beer down on my end table before I lay back down and go scrolling through Voxtagram. It's only a couple hours until when I promised to meet Vortex, so I might as well just kill time so that I can get closer to it. 

I get a few spam calls and shit while I scroll, slightly pissing me off, but I don't bother answering them just to tell whoever's on the other end to go fuck themselves. Yet, I don't find anything interesting while searching, not that there's a real gold mine of entertainment out here anyway. Not all Overlords use the app to boast and instill fear into demons, hellborn, and sinners, but the ones that do are people that I don't want to know anything about. Blitzø eventually comes home and checks on me, but thankfully isn't as intrusive and demanding as he typically is. But by the time that happens, it's only about half an hour until the meet up and I get tired of just lying around. So, I get up and leave, still keeping the key to the apartment with me.

I don't plan on doing anything specific while I'm out walking around, but at least I'll be in the area. I get some dirty looks when passing by some imp couples, but I send plenty of glares back in their direction. It's all going relatively smooth until a couple sinners stop me on the sidewalk with knives pointed at me. They start demanding that I follow them into that alleyway behind one of them and strip naked. In other words, they're looking to sexually harass me, which I'm not about to let stand at all. I've heard that some humans like to get their rocks off to people like me, but this is just way too far. I end up kicking the guy behind me and jumping on the girl in front of me, sinking my teeth into her throat, biting down hard, and thrashing her around ferociously. The sinner is bleeding pretty bad once I let go, but I still kick the girl until her face caves in and she becomes just a bloody mess on the pavement. The sinner that was behind me then tries to run away, now too scared to try anything, but I chase him down, throw him to the ground, and smash his head against the ground repeatedly until he can't fight back. I then drag him to the alleyway he and that girl mentioned and stab him in each of his eyes with the knife he and the girl had before breaking his neck from stomping on it hard enough.

I got a little blood on my top, but nobody will question it, so I just temper my anger, put my hands in my pockets, and walk away, leaving the corpses to rot. And feeling in no mood to just simply walk around anymore, I head right to the I.M.P building, only feeling relieved when I see Vortex leaning up against the front entrance.

"Fancy meeting you here" I smirk, Vortex standing up straight.

"Quite so, yeah" He smirks back.

"So where's Y/N?" I ask, Vortex frowning, "I didn't see him on the way here."

"I don't know. I haven't seen him either" Tex answers honestly.

"...Should we go look for him?" I suggest, not typically being the one to offer such a plan of action, but still a bit worried.

"Maybe, but where would he be? You would probably know better than me" Tex points out.

"Last time I heard from him, he was leaving with Octavia, but that was many hours ago" I recall, "So I don't know where he is."

"Well look no further, because here I am" A voice that sounds like Y/N's, but also sounding like something's covering it, says. 

Vortex and I turn to the side to see this person standing a few feet away. He's wearing the same outfit that Y/N was earlier, but also has pieces of armor attached to him. All of it looks to be made of out some sleek-looking black metal, the chest armor being comprised of flexible plates, the gauntlets, that run up to the forearm, on his hands having overlapping plates on the fingers, and the boots, that run up to almost the knee, have some overlapping plates as well around the heel. The metallic pads on his shoulders are completely solid, though. But there's also the visor, that consists of a red line where his eye are and some smooth design outlines aside from it being a rather solid plate that's just attuned to his face. It covers his entire face and most of his head except for his hair. Said visor then lifts up and rests back on top of Y/N's head, his face now revealed to confirm that it's actually him.

"Looking good, my man" Vortex comments.

"You think so?" Y/N asks, sounding a little unsure while also looking over himself, "I feel like it goes too much into 'superhero-vigilante' territory, but I think it still works."

"Naw, naw, you look great. Pretty badass, to be honest" I say, reinforcing Vortex.

"Well, thanks, then" Y/N sighs, tearing his eyes away from his own armor and back to us.

"I do like the bit of red on the armor too" I say, referring to the sharp, but sleek red lines on the gauntlets and chest armor, "Where'd you get it?"

"As luck would have it, the Goetia's had made it specifically for me" Y/N replies, shocking us both before then proceeding to tell us the more in-depth short story of how he got the armor, "I walked with Octavia back to her house and when we got inside, her parents met us at the door. Though they were relieved that the both of us were ok, they said that they wanted to show me something. Since it wasn't something strictly confidential, Octavia walked with me and her parents to the mansion's basement, though I couldn't tell you how we got there since the place is still so huge that I barely keep track of how to get around. But, anyways, when we got there, the armor you see me wearing now was laid out on the table. Stella and Stolas went on to explain that even though the situation we're facing isn't incredibly dire, they still wanted to give me some much better protection than I had during the party. I thanked them a lot for their generosity and tried the armor on, it fitting very well. I couldn't stay, though, since I had this thing with you guys going on, so I told them I had to go. Octavia was sad, of course, hoping that I would stay, but she still was understandable about it alongside her parents. After that, I just left and walked the rest of the way here. Not much to it, really."

"The royal family did that for you, huh? Never took them for the caring and sentimental type" Vortex comments.

"Well, I have been helping them ever since my arrival to Hell, so that might contribute to it" Y/N admits, "But aside from viewing it as a reward for continued loyalty, think of it as a show of appreciation from three royals that are the better ones of a family that aren't so reputably kind."

"I guess you would know better than us, then" Tex shrugs, not looking to argue. Neither am I for that matter, though mainly because, aside from Octavia, I don't really give a shit about that family to bother caring about all the nitty gritty details surrounding them.

"So" Y/N claps his gauntleted hands together, "Are we going to this party or what?"

"Well, now that we're all here" I state, looking at him to hint at what I'm clearly meaning, "Yeah, we can get going."

"Oh, don't get your tail in a twist, Loona. Being punctual is something I strive for, but sometimes it is hard to stick to" Y/N replies rather neutrally.

I huff and cross my arms, part of me not liking how quickly and easily I began worrying about him.

"But, I agree, let's get going before we miss out" Tex speaks up, walking in Y/N's direction and soon reaching him as Y/N himself turns and begins walking alongside Tex.

Not wanting to get left behind, I catch up to those two and keep by them as they continue chatting in a very friendly and casual manner. Even though I won't take back anything I said, I hope Y/N isn't too unhappy with me that it'll affect the rest of the night. Sure, I don't typically care about offending or being a bitch to others, but I want to keep my friends since they're the ones I give more of a shit about than anyone else. So, I stick by Y/N, just walking near him as we pass through the city and he, at times, asks me to weigh in on whatever he and Tex are talking about to ensure that I don't feel left out, which begins to make me feel better.

By the time we arrive to the party, it's starting to get dark. And, apparently, when we get to the point where all three of us are standing outside of the place, only then do we realize that it's taking place in a corner-store and the apartment directly above it, as is evident by the fact that we can see the vibrant lights shining out of the windows and feel the bass of the music coming from inside the store. I briefly glance at Vortex, him shrugging his shoulders at me as I'm left to ponder why this place is so...out in the open, instead of a more discreet and private location. But, there's nothing stopping any of us from leaving if it gets too crazy, so I guess we don't have anything to worry about. Taking the first step, I put my hand on the door and open it, heading inside as Vortex follows me with Y/N coming behind him.

Now let's hope nobody tries anything.

Y/N's P.O.V

Right off the bat, this feels like a rave mixed with a college party and I haven't even been to a single one of either. And Vortex referring to it as a 'hellhound party' was entirely accurate, since I don't see a single person around that isn't a hellhound. That may cause a problem for me being here, as well as Vortex if he admits that he allowed me to come along, but I have my new armor for when that situation arises. And, boy, do I feel stronger with it. I'm not under the illusion that I'm invincible, but it is a satisfying upgrade from my regular attire.

The entire setting is bright and loud, multi-colored lights flashing on and off while the bass-heavy music is turned all the way up, being so loud that I can feel it in my bones and I probably wouldn't be able to hear Vortex talk even if he's standing right next to me. Other than that, the setting is typical for a party with a speaker system, food and drinks, and couches to sit down on. Loona isn't liking the loud music either, since she's trying not to cover her ears to appear out of place, but looking like she desperately wants to. Though I don't know if she's ok with being touched, I gently place a hand on her shoulder and raise my visor, giving her a sympathetic look. The three of us then sit down on an empty couch, the couches to our left and right already having hellhound boys and girls chatting and laughing with each other, and I can just barely read Vortex's lip saying that he's going to go get us some drinks. He's trustworthy enough for me, so as he gets back up and heads over to where the drinks are kept, I'm confident that he won't bring back anything that's been roofied. Loona still appears uncomfortable, not kicking her feet up on the table in front of us and mainly keeping her arms crossed with a frown on her face. 

I'm thinking about texting her and having us talk that way, since, y'know, we can't fucking hear anything, but then Vortex arrives with the drinks and motions towards some stairs leading up into the apartment above the store. I nod, thinking this will be a better way to talk since the music won't be as loud up there, and get Loona's attention, pointing to the stairs for myself to let her know where we're going. She perks up at this and nods, following me as I follow Vortex through the small crowd of hellhounds and up the stairs. It takes a bit, but the farther up we go, the quieter the music gets, to the point where we can speak with raised voices and mostly hear each other. The three of us then stop at the top of the stairs and lean back against the railings on both sides, Vortex then handing Loona and I a can of beer. It's not the first time I've had alcohol, so when I crack the lid and drink it, it's not as nearly bitter and vile as my first drink back in high school.

"Sorry about the noise" Vortex says, leaning alongside Loona, "I didn't think it'd be this loud."

"Well, we alleviated the problem as much as we could, so don't worry about it" I reply, then looking at Loona, "You alright, Loona?"

"I'm better, I guess" She answers, not fully convincing me.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"I don't know. I've just felt like I've been a third wheel today, both with you and Octavia and with you and Tex. It may sound selfish, but I can't but feel a little left out" Loona admits, "I know I shouldn't, but maybe I was hoping that we'd use the time so that we could become better friends instead of you bringing in Octavia on something that was originally going to be just us two."

"I can understand where you're coming from, Loona. But please, if you're feeling left out, talk to me about it so we can fix it. People can make mistakes and maybe I made one by including Octavia in our time out from work, but I can't know if you're feeling upset by it if you don't communicate with me. I'm always big on people talking to each other and it's how friendships and other relationships last. So, please, just talk to me and be honest with me, ok?" I tell her earnestly.

"Ok....I will" She nods, looking down at her drink as Vortex then chimes in.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what's the living world like back when you were there?" He asks, reminding me that hellhounds are Hellborn and don't visit the living world like I.M.P does.

"Not much better than down here to be honest" I reply, "Too much of the stuff that happens in Hell is done there too, though Hell is still worse and is a lot more lawless at times than the living world. But, there's still plenty of kind people up there as well. I wasn't an incredibly social person when I was alive, but my friends and I did plenty of stuff out together before we all split after high school."

"Do you ever miss them?" Loona then asks, looking up from her drink.

"Sometimes, yeah, but I don't get caught up in it since I like to imagine that they're happy wherever they are and whoever they're with" I shrug.

Some giggling then comes from the stairs, the three of us turning our attention towards two male hellhounds coming up towards us, yet not noticing us yet. Judging from the lack of redness in their faces, they're not piss drunk, though that could change pretty quickly. Both hellhounds look to enter the door a bit farther up the stairs, not giving Loona or Vortex a second glance, but definitely pausing and frowning when they see me. I thought this moment would come and it's probably bound to get violent since it's Hell, so I lower my visor and cross my arms.

"This is a 'hellhounds only' party, sinner! Piss off before me and my friend here beat you within an inch of your life" One of them says.

"Oh, dear me, I had no idea that that was the case. But, better yet, why do you care? It's not like you and your buddy here created this party" I respond in a very flat, but neutral tone.

"We did create this party, asshole" The other hellhound snaps, stepping forward, "And since it seems you can't take a hint, we're going to have to kick you out."

The same hellhound then punches me in the chest, hurting his hand since he punched me smack dab in the middle of my chest armor. These two must be at least partially drunk, because there's no way anyone in their right mind wouldn't notice a person wearing armor and think it's the best idea to hit them.

"Really? That's the first thing you do?" I reply, sounding unimpressed by the hellhound's actions.

Seeing as this'll only end one way, I go ahead and start it by kicking the same hellhound that punched me, making him fall backward and down the stairs. When his best friend tries to hit me in the face, I grab his fist and smack him in the face, hearing something break as he then follows his buddy down the stairs. I leave Loona and Vortex standing there as I casually walk down the stairs in pursuit of those two hellhounds, taking my time reaching the bottom. When I do, though, they're back on their feet, one of their snouts bleeding as the hellhounds around them become wary of what's going on. But I hit the one who's bleeding again, him going to the ground, while I grab the other by the throat and toss him through the store window. I then step through the shattered window and stand over the hellhound, promptly stomping on his face to knock him out. I hear footsteps from behind me and turn to see Loona and Vortex rushing over, coming to a stop only a few feet away from me.

"I think it's time that I go" I state, "But I did enjoy the time we had together, brief or not."

I then walk away down the sidewalk, Loona and Vortex watching me go. I go all the way to the other street corner before I stop and lean back against the wall, catching my breath. I don't feel entirely bad about it, since they struck first, but I could've just left anyway. But I wasn't about to let them ruin a fun time, even though that's still what happened. I need to not be so outwardly violent, because if I get too used to it, it'll affect the quality of my work. So I need to work on that.

But I still want to end this night on a good note, an idea then coming to mind. I think of something or rather someone who can make this night better. Pressing a button on my right gauntlet, a section slides back and reveals the flat black screen of a phone. I do some pressing around and get Kiki's number ringing, her picking up after a couple rings.

"Y/N?" She says.

"Hi, Kiki. Is this an ok time? Or should I call back tomorrow?" I ask.

"You're fine, Y/N. I was really just sitting around with nothing better to do until you called. So you're a more than welcome change of pace for me" She answers, definitely sounding happy, "So what I can do for you, stud~?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place for a bit" I say, feeling like Kiki could cheer me up, "I don't know if you're with a client or not, but I just miss seeing you and would like it if you could."

"Aww, you do? I'll be right over" Kiki accepts, the sounds of her getting up coming from her end of the line, "I'm not with a client, by the way, but it warms my heart to hear that you want me around."

"Thanks a lot, Kiki. I'll be home soon, so I'll see you then" I finalize.

"I'll see you soon, Y/N~" She purrs through the phone, then ending the call.

Pressing the same button and watching the panel slide back over the screen, I let my arm hang down by my side as I look down the sidewalk both ways and start walking towards home. I still have some pent up rage brewing from that fight, but I tried keeping it under wraps when talking to Kiki so that she wouldn't get the wrong impression from me calling her.

Luckily, the party location is actually pretty close to where my apartment complex is, so it only takes about 5 - 10 minutes until I'm back in my neighborhood. And after I go through my typical routine of entering through the window, I close it and begin to remove my armor, starting with the gauntlets, before then removing my visor, ankle boots, and chest-plate. I then place them carefully in my closet and shut that door so that Kiki won't see them. I want to surprise her with it sometime. I then go into the small dining area and sit at the table, choosing to wait there for her to arrive.

Time ticks by slowly, though it might just be me being anxious to see her again. I sit at the table with my palms flat against the surface, staring at the empty seat across from me. But it wouldn't be complete without Abigail appearing in the chair across from me and shaking her head at me. She doesn't say anything, thank goodness, but she doesn't need to. And even if she would, I wouldn't let it stop me from enjoying having Kiki over. The party wasn't a total let-down, but I wasn't really planning on getting as violent as I did. I'm now trying to calm down and have a less destructive end to the night after that. But I just hope that Vortex and Loona aren't mad at me for what I did. And I hope that I didn't fuck up their night with how I acted. But there are times when even I don't have the greatest sense of control over my emotions and that was one of those times.

There's then a knock at the door and I head over to answer it without tripping over myself. Upon opening it, I'm happy to see the luscious and beautiful Kiki standing there, dressed in the same fishnet and skimpy skirt as always. She's also wearing those upside down cross earrings that I got for her as a present one time. The succubus smiles at me, looking like she's genuinely happy to see me too.

"It's not too often that I get a call to come over multiple times a week, but I'm not complaining~" Kiki says.

"Thanks for coming" I tell her, letting her inside before closing the door, "How are things with you?"

"Same as usual. Boring and uneventful, which is why I'm glad you called. You've certainly made it so that my night will get much better~" She replies, her tone going from slightly sad to seductive really fast, "So, do you want to head to the bedroom and let me get started~?"

"Well, sure, but I don't really wish to rush this, unless that's what you're wanting to do" I bite my lip.

"Oh, trust me, Y/N. I'm not looking to rush this any more than you want to~. We can go for as long as you'd like~. In fact, if it would make you feel even better, I'd be more than willing to stay the night and sleep in bed with you~" Kiki offers, her hands going behind her back, "I won't charge you any extra for it, since I just want to spend even more time with you. That is, if you're agreeable to it."

"You know what, that would be great" I smile, Kiki smiling wider, "I accept."

"Great~" She purrs, resting her hands on my chest as her tail slinks around my leg all seductively, "Then let's get these clothes off and get back to knowing each other very well~."

Kiki then takes the lead and walks into my room, waiting until I enter the room and sit on the bed before she begins stripping. Boots, skirt, and top come off until she's completely naked with all of her red skin showing. But then she helps me take my clothes off too, her actions a little more eager this time around. When I'm suitably bare, Kiki sits on my bed, back on her legs, and smiles, her eyes full of lust as I go to grab a condom from the drawer of my end table. Kiki, however, stops me and makes me sit back.

"I had been thinking about a few ideas that we could add to our routine to spice things up, so perhaps we could try them out tonight" She says, running a finger up my chin as she leans close to my face, "I'm especially accommodating to my favorites. And since you're my one and only favorite, I'm willing to go much farther than I would with anyone else. Since you take such good care of me and put me in such a good mood whenever I see and/or hear from you, I'm entirely open to you giving it to me raw, while also doing this."

Kiki then leans in the rest of the way and kisses me, briefly pulling on my lips with her own before sitting back. She waits to see how I'll react and judging by my burning cheeks and fast beating heart, even though only one of those is something she can see, Kiki smiles knowing that I'm completely down for it. Her lips tasted so sickly sweet that I desire to taste them again. She licks her lips and crawls her way onto my lap, sitting herself just above my rising member while at the same time straddling me with her legs and resting her palms on my chest.

"You ready, handsome~? Because I'm about to make this a night we'll both remember~" Kiki breathes, staring longingly into my eyes.

| Lemon Start |

She then leans forward and crashes our lips together while simultaneously lowering herself down onto my member. Kiki's not as tight as when we first did it, but it's still very thrilling every time, including this one. The succubus lets out a moan, briefly pulling away from the kiss and moving her hands from my chest to below my chin.

"Oh~! This feels way better~! Why did we do this sooner~!" She exclaims, getting herself comfortable before she begins thrusting and captures my lips again.

Though I probably wouldn't say it the same way she just did, it does feel even more exhilarating doing it this way. Her lips taste so sweet and invigorating that I feel myself slightly grabbing her by her bare thighs just to feel her. I'm still mostly in control of my actions, since I wouldn't ever want to not be, but Kiki's too good at what she does to make it any easier for me. At least one benefit aside from the sex is that even if I cum inside her, which will more than likely happen presuming if she's ok with it, succubi can't get pregnant, so this won't end with either of us regretting anything.

Kiki then goes to kiss around my neck, still thrusting and moaning as she does it.

"You're already driving me crazy, Y/N~" She sighs, kissing just under my chin, "Even though it's not been that long, I've missed this~!"

But then she comes to notice my hands on her thighs, smiling instead of getting mad, which she hasn't gotten with me yet during our meet-ups.

"And it looks like you've missed me too~" The succubus continues smiling, still thrusting with my member buried deep inside her folds, "Feel free to touch me wherever you want~. You are my favorite, after all~."

Nodding at the sign of consent, I run my hands over her soft, round, and smooth ass, giving it minor squeezes and hearing her moan louder when I do. Her pussy is so wet and warm that I'm having to try hard not to release in her, my member throbbing as I struggle to control myself.

"I didn't know you liked my ass that much~" Kiki teases, putting her hands over mind and keeping them on her ass.

I then surprise her, though, and slip hands out from under hers and start fondling her breasts, Kiki suddenly stalling in her thrusting and unexpectedly cumming, her juices running down her legs.

"How is it that every time feels like the first time~?!" She gasps, resuming her thrusting now that she's released, "You just don't know the effect you have on me~!"

My member hasn't ceased its throbbing, though, and it won't last too much longer until I can't hold back anymore. Luckily, Kiki catches on to this and doesn't have to say anything. She just lustfully nods her head in encouragement and I sigh, releasing inside her. The succubus lets out a guttural moan the second I do, relief flooding my system now that I'm no longer stuck holding it in. Kiki then takes a break and lifts herself up and off my member, but sits back down on my abdomen while also pushing me down so that I'm laying flat on my back with her hovering over me. She then leans down, pressing her breasts against my chest and whispers in my ear.

"That was too fucking good~! But I'm not done servicing you yet~" She says.

Then effectively laying down on me, her breasts pressing even more into my chest as Kiki nips at my neck while working downwards. Her slim but juicy and curvy body rests comfortably on top of me, her skin nice and warm while also remaining soft as a cloud. She just comes across as the perfect woman and I want to hold her tight and never let her go, though that might be the hazy part of my mind talking that's on a high of sorts from releasing inside her. Nevertheless, I give her a kiss on the nape of her neck, a tiny thanks for being around when I need her the most.

"Aww, was that for me~?" Kiki comments, sitting up slightly while feeling over the spot where I kissed her, "You're the sweetest, Y/N~!"

"And you're the best" I tell her back, then going to kiss her breasts, taking turns for each one.

"Oh~! You like my breasts too, do you~?" Kiki gasps, caught off-guard, "You want me that badly~? I'm not going anywhere, Y/N~!"

She then stuffs my face deep between her breasts, grinding her pussy on my member until it quickly becomes hard again. Kiki has to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud, but I can already feel her getting wet again. The succubus is all sorts of horny right now that she probably doesn't even need my member to cum a second time. But I do know a way that will get her to cum. I give longer and lingering kisses on her breasts, Kiki shuddering and grinding harder until she can't keep herself from moaning. That moaning soon turns to a louder, more relieving sound after I bite down on one of her nipples and she releases herself.

I then pull back from her chest and I can see in her eyes that she wants to go for a lot longer, perhaps even the whole night. But, despite the insane amount of lust swimming through her veins, Kiki has enough self control to stop herself. The red skinned beauty slips off of me and lays down on top of my covers, trying to calm herself down. I, on the other hand, go sit on the edge of the bed, directly below where her feet are resting, and calm myself down. But Kiki apparently doesn't want to lay there very long, instead opting to sit up in a position like mine and scoot over to me. But then she continues her previously bold actions by sitting sideways on top of my lap, her head laying against my neck. I, very gently, pat the top of her head, lightly stroking her hair in a comforting manner. The two of us just sit there silently in each other's company, enjoying it like a newfound couple would instead of a succubus and the sinner who hired her for the night.

| Lemon End |

"Want to know a little secret?" Kiki then asks me, breaking the silence.

"Sure" I reply, keeping my tone gentle.

"That kiss I gave you was my very first kiss" She continues, surprising me, still laying her head against my neck as she speaks, "And not only that, but you're actually my one and only customer. I know I may have spoken like you weren't my only customer before, but you really were. As unbelievable as it sounds, it's true. I was brought into this lifestyle at a later stage than most succubi, but I wanted to play the field and experience it for myself. I found a few people, but didn't consider them customers after how filthy and rude they were to me. Then you and I met and I found myself really liking every time we'd have sex. But it wasn't just that which made me like you. Sex has and always will be the cherry on top, but I like you because you're being yourself, a kind, caring, and honest person, and not somebody else to try and get something from me. It's the same reason why I gave you that kiss. Did you like it?"

"Yes, yes, I did" I nod, "Your lips are so addicting."

"Oh, stop it, you flirt" Kiki teases me, leaning up and planting her lips on mine for another brief handful of seconds, "But in all seriousness, thank you. It makes me happy that you like me for me."

"Of course I do. Succubi or not, you don't deserve to be treated/regarded as just some sex object" I tell her, "Because I also believe that even if you're born as part of a species that has set stereotypes, it doesn't mean that you have to only follow those instead of being more than just that."

What I don't tell Kiki is that it's what I believed Verosika could've been during the time when we were dating.

"I'm glad you see it that way" Kiki says, getting off my lap and sitting on the edge of the bed, "I'm going to go get something to drink from the fridge. I'll be right back."

She then stands up and starts walking away, but then pauses and turns back around, still completely naked.

"But now that I know you think that way about me, I wouldn't mind offering a different relationship for us in the future. As in, if you're ever looking for a girlfriend and someone to hold you at night, I'd be willing to give up this lifestyle and let go of our strictly transactional relationship so that we could get together. I know it may seem out of left field, but it wasn't just pillow talk when I said I liked you. I really meant it" Kiki adds, her tone still soft and sweet, but also having tinges of seriousness mixed within.

The slim but curvy succubi then spins back around and walks out of the bedroom, leaving me to think about what she just said. I'm not gonna lie, I hadn't really thought of her as a potential girlfriend. Actually, that is a lie, but I kept those feelings buried when we first began doing this. I was still rather fresh from the breakup with Verosika, but I didn't want to make it seem like I would let feelings ruin a relationship that wasn't meant for them. But now it seems like Kiki is doing almost exactly that herself, wanting our relationship to be more personal after apparently catching feelings for me. And I see this as an absolute win, because now I can tell her that I would want her as a girlfriend. Kiki's already a much better person than Verosika was, given the fact that she'd be willing to give up her succubus lifestyle for me and subtly hinting that she likes me. I smile to myself as Kiki walks back into the room, setting a glass of water on the end table before lying back down next to me.

"You know, I think I am looking for a girlfriend" I hint to her, Kiki glancing up at me with a sly smile and hopeful eyes, "Now all that's left is for her to say that she's looking for a boyfriend."

"Shut up" She says, continuing to smile as she holds back her excitement yet still climbing on top of me and kissing me, signifying the start of us getting together as I hold her by her waist.

"Now that we're together, is it okay if I move in here with you?" Kiki asks, the silky talk going away and being replaced by hesitance, "I can understand if that's moving too quickly in your eyes, but I'd really like it if we could, instead of us still being alone more often than not."

"Are you kidding? I'd love that" I say, making her expression brightening, "It would make coming home every night something to look forward to and would make tonight even better knowing that this is your home now too. So, yeah, you can stay here."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" My new girlfriend exclaims gratefully, hugging me tightly, "You're the best!"

"I'd like you to promise me something, though" I say, dead serious.

"Ok, I'm listening" Kiki sits up, looking into my eyes.

"If you ever have a problem with anything or want to talk, please don't be afraid to. I want us to be able to trust each other and talk with each other so that this new relationship can stay strong. I promise to talk to you, but will you promise to talk to me?" I ask her.

"Yes, I promise" She nods.

"Then let's celebrate" I say, looking to get up before Kiki keeps me on the bed.

"Nuh uh, mister. Your girlfriend is in charge of celebrations. And she has a pretty good idea of how she wants to celebrate this~" The succubi grins seductively.

We then proceed to go another three more rounds or so, this time with even more passion and lust since we're now dating. And by the time we're done, Kiki and I are both tuckered out, her resting top of my chest while I lay back against the pillows. I'm feeling the happiest I've felt in a very long time. Tonight took the best possible turn and tomorrow will only maintain that since Kiki will still be in bed with me when I wake up. But then my phone buzzes, though I'm in no particular mood to answer it right now. Kiki, on the other hand, tiredly, reaches over and grabs it while still lying on top of me. She glances at the screen.

"Ugh, someone's messaged you about wanting you for a job tomorrow..." My girlfriend groans, but then realizes something, "Wait a minute, is that my boss? It is!"

I then ask her to please hand me the phone and she does. And as soon as I look at the name of the person who messaged me, I feel my heart drop into my stomach.

Verosika Mayday.