At the time of Mox and Blitz's illusion, Y/n was now undergoing his own torment at the hands of a noxious cloud.

His however took place in what felt like a Tim Burton movie, finding himself wearing the clothes he had died in for the first time: red flannel, dark comfort fit jeans, black boots, and an old wrist watch.

The face of the watch was cracked and the hands spinning backwards at unreal speeds and the bullet holes in his chest followed.

These bullet holes weren't from Two, these ones came after he died and the blood that poured from them flowed in reverse. As he watched the multiple streams rise off the ground the blood fell away revealing barbed wire cables flowing into his chest through his wounds.

This went from barb wire crawling into his body to reeling him in, the wires began to pull and even as he planted his feet it pulled him away through a dense dead forest.

He flew by trees that grew more and more oobleck the further he was pulled in, more simplistic, less branches and sheer black as the sky above grew more red the further he was pulled.

The more trees he passed the more he noticed they weren't all trees, scattered amongst them were silhouettes.

Two: Ya know if you wanted my number all you had to was ask.

One: Can't say for certain but she definitely tolerates you more than the other schmucks.

Honcho: I haven't seen a scene this disturbing in awhile, don't even think God could forgive this kinda sin.

The voices grew louder the closer he grew to whatever end the wires had in store, fortunately, or unfortunately, the end of the ride popped up in the form of a wire fence.

Forced up against the fence, barbed wire seemingly vanished, he looked through the fence towards an old warehouse with boarded up windows except for the one.

A foreboding black square with tentacle-like wisps of smoke crawled out of the abyss.

Y/N: Weird acid cloud or not, I am not stepping anywhere near-

Y/n turned to walk away from the fence only to find himself facing the warehouse again, this time on the other side of the fence closer to the haunting void inside the rusty run down murder shack.

Y/N: Right... one of them linear ass flash back sequences where you can only go forwards... Only I could pull off a boring psychedelic episode...

With no other choice but to relive that final night on earth he walks towards the one open window, fingers grazing the cold metal wall until he reaches the window sill. Looking in a warm breeze hit his face with the faint scent of burning rubber, unbeknownst to him the shadows of his past had gathered in the hundreds outside the fence to observe him.

He stepped over the edge and into the warehouse, the interior was decrepit with discarded burn barrels, leftover hobo tents, and whatever else was left behind for scrap; however, at the far end of the warehouse Y/n could see the faint glow of fire from the slight crack in a door.

Each step he took he could hear the crunch of glass and gravel, his heart beating out of his chest as the sweat in his hand dripped off the handle of the blade in his grip-

Y/N: When did I pick this up?! Wait... I always had it, no not it um... Nelson? Neil- Neagan! I named this blade Neagan after my favorite TWD character... This also reminds me of what's coming up, maybe if I just...

Y/n tries to divert the path again but suddenly his legs grow strings that shoot up to the ceiling, then his arms and head as he us marched like a puppet towards the door.

Y/N: Or not.

Honcho: Rumor has it this guy likes to lay low in abandoned buildings, doesn't care if it's a house or a storm drain but luckily we've managed to narrow it down...

Y/n watched as he saw Honcho's shadow move past the warehouse window.

Y/N: Yeah thanks but I don't need a play by play of that 'info' condescending nightmare bullshit.

Honcho: This guy has been connected to four home invasions, each time the entire residence was found dead. He does not discriminate, not age or gender or number if it means no witnesses...

Y/N: Yeah but you already had him in custody by the time this passed to me...

He could only watch and listen as his hand awkwardly slapped against the door sliding down till it reached the door handle.

The door opens and Y/n finds himself in a janitorial closet, shelves stacked with paper towels, soap, window cleaner, garbage bags etc. All lit up by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Y/N: ... I remember this room...

He stepped in without the assistance of strings as lifted to look at his knife and in its place was a candy cane.

Two: Maybe it's just the eggnog talking...

Y/n spun on his heel to see Two leaning on the doorway, her eyes looking him over slowly with a flirty grin on her face.

Two: But you pull off a pretty decent Mr. Clause ya know?

He looked down to remember that night he was dressed in a Santa suit minus the hat and beard, behind her he could see an office party going where everyone had Christmas hats.

They could be seen singing jolly tunes but Y/n couldn't hear them, only Two.

Two: So is there a Mrs. Clause in the picture or are you looking to find one?~

Two playfully grabbed Y/n by the vest and pushed him further into the closet.

The last thing he remembered seeing as the door shut was the heart broken eyes of Agent One watching his chances close with the door.

The two quickly forgot about everyone outside that door as Two began nipping at his neck while pulled off her blazer.

Y/N: I remember this... the Christman party after... after our academy graduation.

Two: Remember? Yeah I mean it'll be night to remember you weirdo...

They spoke through baited breath, Two eager to keep the fire going while Y/n conflictingly assisted her out of her shirt revealing a purple bra to accent the toned stomach she was hiding.

Y/N: No- I mean Yeah, I just mean I remember you telling to look-

Two: At the mistletoe.

She lifted his chin upwards to look at the light which had a single strand of mistletoe hastily taped to it.

Y/N: I also remember asking myself if you set this up or if the 72-yr old one legged janitor set it up alone in his closet making me feel sad until you-

Y/n was shut up by Two crashing her lips against his, the two pressed against each other as tongues crossed and wrestled.

He could feel Two's heart beating against his chest as the two slowly pulled apart, his eyes still closed as he heard her speak again.

Two: How could anyone love a freak like you?

Y/N: Wha-

Y/n opened his eyes and watched as the smiling agent Two began to disintegrate, turning to sand in his arms and the room around him followed.

The walls and roof turned to sand and collapsed on him, desperately Y/n begins digging and clawing upwards as he sinks.

Eventually he broke through and found himself in an endless desert with sandy winds battering his face.

He crawled forwards shielding his face from the wind, looking out into the sandstorm he couldn't find an end or anything more really. Then a single silhouette came into view, then several more, then twenty more and in an instant an army of One's, Two's, Honcho's, Blitza's, Charlie's, Verosika's, and everyone else stepped out of the cloud surrounding him.

These clones clearly weren't real as all of them had neon eyes that shifted different colors as they berated him.

One: No good felon! The real demon was in you all along, just a sick freak.

Two: Did you even really care about us?! Were we just pawns in some twisted scheme of yours?!

Blitza: Sounds like him, use us for some cheap thrill and when he gets bored screws our daughters next!

Millie/Charlie: Or your mother's!

Angel: Or your sister! No better than Valentino.

Verosika: You can't love all of us and at some point you'll have to choose, who will it be?

Luci: Oh please he must choose? Laughable, he should know by now...

Stella: He's nothing more than a plaything... I keep him around to entertain me.

Vaggie: Just another man who thinks he can swing his dïck around wherever he likes, like a dog marking territory.

Alice: Stray mutts who make a mess should really be put down, it's the only responsible thing to do.

Verosika: Or maybe we should neuter him? Put this greasy wankstain of a demon in his place!

Honcho: Death penalty is too easy for a failure like him ha ha!

Y/n felt his knees buckle under the pressure, breathing becoming more difficult. He tried to rub his eyes and wake up but flinched as he felt pain, looking at his hands his fingertips had cracked revealing bloodied blue claws underneath.

Y/n began to peel away at his skin, more and more each time as more blur skin was revealed underneath eventually all of it coming off till he was back to normal.

Val: You see now boy... there isn't anything left for you here...

Y/n saw in the corner of his eye as Val stepped into view, twirling his cane as the phantoms marched closer.

Val: Now you have a choice... let your past grievances consume you like a punk ass bitch or... put these bitches in their place~

Val pulled up a back hand and struck the air but they could still hear the crack as if it had landed, all the phantoms stepped back in fear.

Val: You don't got any other choice pup, either your girls consume you or you can keep consuming your girls! What's it gonna be?

Y/n reached into the sand and pulled out Neagan his murder knife, slowly rising to his feet as the winds began to shift into a tornado surrounding him.

Val grinned and began to misshapen as he became one with the tornado, a black and purple wisp around Y/n.

Val: That's it! Step it up, make it your special flavor. A Lil scar to remember you by, pro tip avoid the face customers like looking at what their fucking! Take this chance to remind them who the Vindicator is, who the boss is!!

Y/n marched towards the nearest phantom who was now cowering at the sight of him to the point tears had appeared in their eyes.

He clenched the knife tightly and drove it in.

Into his own gut.

Y/n took a deep breath and watched as the knife turned to sand and blew away.

Val: WHAT?!

Y/n hugged the phantom and the phantoms hugged back gathering around him.

Y/N: Vindicator died... can't change the past but I still got tomorrow and tomorrow is filled with many gorgeous demons who I care about.

Val's voice could be growling in the wind as the storm whipped up again, one by one the demon phantoms turned to sand whisked away into the void. The sky cleared over his head and a behemoth looked back at him.

A titan sized entity in a beige trench coat and tanned fedora which shadowed the entity's face leaving only red spheres to stare down with.

Vega: You're pathetic.

The raised an iron fist, literally a fist resembling an armored glove, and struck the earth with creating a whirlpool of sand that dragged Y/n in. As much as he fought he was unable to escape the tide that dragged him down till his back hit something metal and hot.

Honcho: AHHHHHHHH!! 

Y/n turned to find himself back in the warehouse, a more clean cut and sane Honcho in SWAT gear writhing on the floor while he clutched his smoking face.

Then Y/n looked over to see his horrified expression, well his horrified human expression as the movie of his final night on earth played in front of him.

Vega: You disfigured an honest man to hide your crimes.

He looked across the room over the tipped over burning barrel to see the trench coat entity again but in a more human sized form.

Y/N: No I didn't! I came here expecting to find the home invasion ripper and found a single burning barrel. I thought some squatter was gonna jump me so I threw the barrel at the noise behind me and it turned out to be... well him!

He gestures to Honcho rolling on the floor, then he runs past. The memory of himself fleeing, his face contorted in a mix of rage and regret.

Memory-Y/n: I fell for it! I fell for some ruse, how could I be so stupid?! Have I become cocky or complacent? How long have they known about me?!

Y/n could hear the thoughts of his passed self as if he was actually shouting out loud. The warehouse quickly came to life as the sound of sirens erupted outside and red and blue lights shined through the gaps of boarded up windows, the only exit was the same way he had come in.

He hopped through the window with new found vigor and was greeted by spotlights aimed at him.

The faceless apparitions of police officers in uniform marched towards him like zombies after fresh meat.

Vega: They set upon you like feral beasts, tired of hearing how you did their job better by killing and hearing how much they fail their communities by letting you run around unchecked.

Y/N: It wasn't like I intended for the entire police department to get privilege checked-

The two of them argued at the window till Memory-Y/n spoke up.

Memory-Y/n: YOU ALL JUST CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH THAT I'M THE JUSTICE PEOPLE REALLY WANT! YOUR A DYING TRADITION AND THE PEOPLE WILL REALIZE THAT DEATH AND VIGILANCE ARE TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN!!

Y/N: Did I really sound that pretentious back then?

Memory-Y/n then takes off and clambers over the fence, cutting his arm on the barbed wire and fleeing into the woods.

Vega: Here comes my favorite part.

Y/N: .... Every movie has to have an ending....

Y/n sighed as he and this beer gut, cigar smelling, Noire Era rip off of an entity walked through the fence, both of them just phasing through it like ghosts as they followed the memory.

It didn't take them long to find it; however, as a duplicate of the Vega, the iron-fisted PI was laying into Y/n.

Y/n's old self being absolutely thrashed by this man, Vega who was responsible for his death, dragged out the punishment.

Vega used that iron fist to pummel him, beating Y/n upside the head till his mouth was pouring blood and tossing him around with ease.

Y/n would try to stab Vega but Vega was seasoned in the art of combat, breaking Y/n's arm with precision then picking him up and slamming him against a tree as a branch impaled him in the lower back.

As Y/n pulled himself off the branch and fell to the forest floor Vega followed up booting Y/n in the head.

Y/n sat up against a stump and Vega kicked him in the face four consecutive times. All this happened as real Y/n and this Vega clone watched.

Vega: Aren't you gonna intervene?

Y/N: In what? This already happened, there's nothing to change.

He said as Vega picked up his Memory self, forcing a bloodied broken man to his feet just to knock him down again.

Memory-Vega/Real Y/N: Playtime is over pretty boy... I came here to hang your sorry ass on my trophy wall and that's what I'm gonna do~

Vega: So even remember what I said.

Y/N: Yeah... the one thing I wish never followed me out of my grave, can we skip to the part where I'm dead.

Vega: That was the one thing I think we respected about each other... besides being underappreciated geniuses we were both Seekers of truth no one else wanted... dirty, nightmarish truths... are you still that man deep down?

Y/N: I'd say so-

Vega: Then keep watching.

Vega pointed towards the final scene, the PI pulling a revolver from his coat with his left hand.

As he aimed down at the Memory like a hunter putting down a wounded horse, the crackle of branches spoke to him and he turned to see the wounded Honcho arriving to watch the execution.

This small gap of diversion was enough, a final spark of defiance opened in Y/n's unswollen eye as he grabbed Neagan and in a flash of silver cut away four small chunks.

These four small chunks were the four fingers on Vega's left hand holding the revolver.

Vega collapsed and Y/n was ready to take this bastard down with him but Honcho had to intervene one last time, tackling Y/n aside.

The two wrestled for a moment but Y/n bit down on Honcho's hand and climbed on top, knife over head.

*Bang*

*Bang*

*Bang*

*Bang*

*Bang*

*Bang*

*Click*

Six spouts of blood erupted from Y/n's chest splattering on Honcho's face, behind them Vega sat up clutching his stumps under his jacket and an empty revolver in his right hand.

Y/n collapsed for the final time, Honcho standing up as the two talked over Y/n's dying Memory.

Vega says something to Honcho and he nods, he can't make out their words due to his life leaving his body at that time so only the real Y/n can watch and realize Honcho kicked his corpse down the hill and into the river letting it be carried away.

Y/N: Burial by river... could have been worse...

Vega: Gotta say I'm still peeved you gimped my left slugger... but now you remember the kinda relentless asshole you were at least, even at the end though you couldn't overcome fate-

Vega paused as Y/n began laughing.

Y/N: EVEN ON MY WAY OUT THE DOOR I STILL HAD ENOUGH PISS AND VINEGAR IN MY VEINS TO LEAVE A PARTING GIFT... MY 1% OF EXISTENCE WAS ENOUGH TO TURN ONE MAN PSYCHO VAN HELLSING RIP-OFF AND THE OTHER INTO A CRIPPLED DEGENERATE.... CALL MY LIFE A JOKE CAUSE THAT WAS HILARIOUS!!

Suddenly the world around them began to crack, like glass the sky over them fractured letting purple light shine through.

Y/N: This is my epiphany! My grand evolution as I ascend from a broken demon...

As he spoke his second set of horns grew out, on demand this time though.

Y/N: TO HE WHO WILL COCK SLAP THE UNIVERSE, FATE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A HOOKER ON STAND BY! A WAITING WANTON WHORE TO RECEIVE MY LOAD!

Vega: YOU'VE GONE MAD!

Y/N: Made you think right? No but seriously thank you...

He sauntered over to Vega and held his shoulder, the sky above now cracking further as the ground began to shake and his grasp on Vega's shoulder began to smoke.

Y/N: This was a great reminder of just who I used to be, not just some immortal fuck demon but also a soul with the drive to be more.

The smoking turned to fire as Vega was slowly engulfed in hell fire.

Y/N: And more means taking my conquest of the lust ring to the next level... but first I have to retrieve my hellish harem and thanks to you I'm gonna be even more devilish and ruthless then when I was alive.

Vega: Wait... you have worse to offer?

Y/N: HA! So much fucking worse it would make Lucifer gag and NOT on my cøck this time!

Y/n extended his demonic shadow wings and the air force he created sent Vega's charred remains scattering.

He soared towards the cracked ceiling as the earth below crumbled into the purple void below. As Y/n burst through the glass ceiling the reality was him bursting through the containment room wall and into the D.H.O.R.K break room.

Y/n was face to face with 11 or 12 agents sat shocked, looking at Y/n as Y/n smiled back.

Y/N: Since I'm in a good mood... first one to tell me where my imps are gets to keep their legs.

- - [ Meanwhile down below ] - -

Agent One had just the alarm, summoning agents to surround Blitza, Millie, Moxxie, and Loona after just reuniting.

Blitza: O-o-okay I've had one too many emotions for today guys... let's fuck these fuckers up!

An agent tossed a chain sickle at Blitza only for a blue blur to jump in front and catch it one handed.

Y/N: Daddy's home!~

Y/n would partake mostly in the background after passing the chains to Loona in place of using a katana, cutting his way through agents beside Millie during her scenes.

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Blitza would tag in with him on her shooting spree.

Blitza: So you mind telling me what took your smurf berry ass so long?

Y/N: Memory lane ya know. Love and loss, how I died, all that good stuff.

Blitza: Well next time don't drag my Loony in on your BS.

Y/N: Make it sound like I'm a bad influence on her.

Blitza: Glad you picked up on it on your own.

Y/n didn't quite know how to handle this but he didn't have time to think between that and killing grunts.

So instead of dwelling on it he used his good mood to clear out the rest of them while helping Mox cover Blitz.

Blitza then proceeded to launch the mother of all rpgs across the room.

Moxxie: Oh crumbs! I'd everyone alright?

Mox's concern is literally stomped out by Blitza and her glee.

Blitza: WOOO! How's that for demon scum?!

Loona smiled and high fived Y/n much to her delight and Blitza's annoyance.

Blitza: Alright fam let's blow this cøck-sickle joint! Loona. Portal. Now.

Loona rolled her eyes and opened the portal for them, Blitza 'letting' Y/n go through first.

Blitza: And that's how you wrap up an adventure with no bullshit twists at the end-

Just then the lights turned red and an alarm blaring as someone threw a hunting knife at the book pinning it to Y/n's chest.

The portal abruptly closed, sealing Y/n off from the others, while Honcho and Agent One & Two moved in guns drawn.

The four of the clawed at the door trying to escape but found it a futile nod that they had no munitions.

On the other side Y/n yanked the knife out and dropped the book.

Y/N: No! No! No! No! NO! I just got them back you fucks, DON'T YOU DARE TAKE THEM FROM ME!!- wait the book... no... I can't rely on the magic of another... I WILL take my demons back... with my own hands...

Y/n focused and concentrated.

Back on earth Honcho moved in, cracking his knuckles.

Two: HA! You demons aren't going anywhere now.

Honcho: Nowhere left to... run?...

Honcho paused as the shadows behind Blitza, Loona, Mox, and Millie swirled into one multi-armed horned man-like mass.

Then the TV began to play on its own, static jumping between nothing to a screen where a figure slowly walked closer to them.

Then a loud snap as the screen cracked, destroying the TV, then it flew across the room into Honcho's arms as the second monitor nailed him in the face.

Y/N: The$e g@me$ @re ○ver! ¥○u ₩ill n○t h@rm m¥ pl@¥th¡ng$...

One: Where are you ya bastard?!

One aimed his gun towards the air only to have it knocked out if just grip by a flying chair, Honcho still hadn't recovered as Two felt a sharp sensation in her gut.

Not pain. Pleasure.

She felt her legs grow weak and her body hot, quickly every urge in her body shouted for her to just rub one out before she'd go berserk.

One: Agent Two? Hey get a hold of yourself!

She couldn't hear him, she could bite her lip as he unconsciously ran down her stomach to her thighs.

The corpses of all the agents began to surround her, caressing and massaging her body as her pleasure grew uncontrollably. They began using blood to draw symbols on her skin, even pulling open her shirt to draw more further up her torso.

Agent One started to approach her till the bodies jumped on him and held him back, the mangled bodies even managing to speak in unison.

Y/N: ₩h@t'$ ₩r○ng b¡g gu¥? Nerv○u$ ₩@tching a re@l m@n get t○ ₩○rk @re ₩e?!~

Honcho: D-don't listen him! It's all j-just a scheme! Smoke and mirrors!!

Suddenly Two's head whipped back, eyes white as bent backwards unnaturally far as purple smoke poured from her mouth like a whirlwind.

In the smoke gathering above Honcho and One emerged a beastly form manifests.

The smoke tornadoes around the mighty figure and Y/n comes back into form standing in front of a cowering Honcho and One.

Y/n turned off the lock down and approached his lovers who stood there slack jawed.

Blitza: Y/n?! How'd you... with the... what just happened?

Y/n was about to speak when someone interjected.

Stola: That would be my doing actually~

Stola emerged from the shadows with a smile.

Stola: I felt a disturbance regarding my grimoire and found your Incubus friend trying to draw power from my grimoire... it was quiet cute but pointless, it requires years-

Blitza: Skip to the end please, it's been a looonnnggg fucking day...

Stola: Oh right well he needed a Lil assistance but for a first time? Bravo indeed but enough about him...

Stola pushed Y/n aside to check on Blitza.

Stola: Are you Alright my darling?

Blitza: Yeah we're fine Stola...

Stola: Wonderful... now, how the FUCK did you get captured by humans?! Are you creatures not being careful?! And my grimoire... OH heavens blood is one thing BUT a hole in the spine?! You know if something happens and you get in trouble then I get in trouble! WE don't want that...

Moxxie: They caught us off guard, your majesty, it won't happen again.

Blitza: Yeah you can unclench your bird puss.

Stola: Hopefully not, luckily for you people regard the demon obsessed lunatics as kooks... heh, kooks. Such a silly word.

She laughed as Honcho lay in the feeble position next to One, while Two slowly woke up with a grin.

Two: I have no idea what happened... but I feel great... and need a shower...

Y/N: With all due respect your majesty... I think it best we retire before we gather anymore attention?

Stola: Ah yes very well, come along now.

Moxxie: YES please. I'd like to return to the correct hellhole.

Stola opened a portal and Y/n waited to be last through this time as he and One locked a deathly stare, whatever friendship they once had was no doubt dead now.

The portal closed, One and Two left to their own devices while Honcho lay there mentally broken from the trauma he suffered, straw that broke the camel's back.

Two: So what now?

One: Firstly... Button your shirt.

Two blushes hurriedly covering her bra and exposed stomach.

One: Second, what now?! We finally got our bona-fide evidence, no one at corporate will brush us off now!

The two of them slip on glasses and laugh menacingly.

Then they stupid as they heard suckling in the corner, Honcho sucking on his thumb still curled up in a ball.

Two: Thirdly... Call the paramedics...

One: I think he's too far gone... Big boss finally cracked.

Two: You think?

Honcho: Mommy said put cookies out for Santa but why am I feeding a FAT HOME INVADER WHO LEAVES TOYS OUT TO BRIBE CHILDREN... Mommy said don't talk to strangers but I don't even really know myself, am I my own stranger?! THEN STOP TALKING TO ME, NO YOU STOP IT!!

One: Deep fried, look you head home you've had a long... exorcism? I'll deal with captain kookoo puffs here...

Two: Sure... I should probably go wash the satanic psycho babble off...

Two left One to defuse the leftovers as she hopped the bus home, everyone on the bus moved away from the disheveled and bloody woman but she was spacing. In her mind a thousand questions raged, she stared down at her shaking hands and just rebooted.

Was that really Y/n?

Why is he an Incubus?

How did he come back? Why?

Does he know those other imps personally or... personally?

What do we do if he comes back?

Is he powerful?

Just how powerful is he and will we have enough resources to stop him?

Is he the one who made me cream my shorts during my possession?

Can he do it again?

The bus dinged as it came to a stop shocking Two out of her sexually confused stupor.

Two: I WOULD NEVER FUCK A DEMON!!

She paused as she realized she screamed into the bus full of people who theorized she was some raging crackhead, this only cementing that idea.

Two: ... I think I'll walk from here...

Two eagerly arrived at her flat, jumping for a shower letting the bloody symbols run down the drain. She changed into a bathrobe and sat on the bed, slumped onto the bed in a huff letting exhaustion take over as her eyes grew heavy.

Then she opened them again to find complete silence, utter unearthly silence that not even a car or dog was heard outside. Now her room was bathed in a red light peeking through her shutters, she sat up and looked at the person leaning against the wall by the door.

Even though he wasn't there a moment ago she was scared, oddly relived he'd returned.

Y/N: So it seems you and I are more attached than ever Two?~

Two: Never cared much for that nickname... but it stuck... just like how I'm stuck to you... even in my dreams you're here...

Y/N: You think this is a dream?

Two: Well duh! It's not like any of this is real.

Y/N: Science says you can't read in a dream... What's your clock say?

She sighs and turns to read the clock on her nightstand, much to her surprise she could fully read the 1:35AM. She quickly turned back to question him but found him face to face with her.

Two: So this is, uh, real like, um, really real?

Y/N: As real as you want it too be~

Two: I want it all~

[ LEMON START ]

Two made the first move as she kissed her demonic love interest pulling him deeper into her bed.

She lay underneath him as the two kiss heatedly, Two's bathrobe coming undone as she holds Y/n collar pulling him in as the two viciously make out.

Y/n pulled her bathrobe open exposing her fit, toned chocolate curves, her nïpples perking at the cold and excitement.

Two: This is so wrong... but it feels right, it feels good~

Y/N: We're just getting started~

Y/n smirked and unzipped his pants dropping his large erect cõck on her stomach with a hardy slap, Two bit her lip nervously questioning if the tip would even fit.

Two: Were you always this.... big? Will it even fit?

Y/N: It eventually does~

Two: Eventually?- OH FU-ugh!

She grabbed his shoulder with one hand and a handful of sheets in the other as Y/n slowly pushed the tip inside her tight tomboy cûnt.

Her eyes rolled back as she spread her legs trying to make it easier to accept that monster shaft. Eventually he pushed it all the way in, at this time Two was panting and drooling just from enduring the first push.

Y/n began thrusting slowly as Two shut her eyes and held on tightly, she couldn't suppress her groaning as pain turned to pleasure feeling her body tremble against his.

Her breathing was manic, unable to keep up with his thrusting, her eyes locked on his captivation by the faint glow as she clung to him and let him do to her body as he pleased.

Her toes curled as she could feel his pulsating heat ram itself deep into her guts, his womb crushing cõck tip pounding and pounding as she felt his hand wrap around your neck and squeezed. She whimpered as she watched this hell beast ravage her and she loved it, biting her lip and spreading her legs further to accept every inch he had to offer.

Suddenly he jacked up the speed and Two began moaning uncontrollably, looking up at him holding his shoulders until he unloaded his seed in her mortal body.

Two: AAHHH!

Two arched her back as she felt her hole fill up, she then collapsed on the bed panting.

Two: Oh God, the higher ups ain't gonna overlook this if they find out I'd... this never happened, yeah no one will ever have to know... luckily it's over, got those old feelings out of your system right?

Two wiped the sweat off her face looking up at Y/n's face, his expression hidden by shadows by the glowing eyes and sinister grin said it all.

Two: Right?

- 02:00 AM -

Two clutched the bedsheets for dear life as the demon clapped her cheeks, pounding her tight toned ass so hard it was hard to hear Two's grunts over the sweaty clap of her ass cheeks.

His hands squeezed her ass as she braced enduring every thrust as her mind went hazy, the only thought in her head was how much longer this was gonna go for.

Just then he grabbed her hips and pulled her back giving her a fat cream pie in the ass, pulling out to glaze her back with the leftovers.

- 02:55 AM -

He pulled her hair making Two look at herself in the mirror, the cûm addicted smile of a slut as she pushed into his thrusts.

She didn't know how much she needed a round two on her půssy until he shoved it in, sweet juices ran down her thighs as she let herself go crazy.

Two: Oh fuck me harder master! I'm your concubine, your whore, breed me! Fuck me full of your hot goo master! OH YES! MORE IM BEGGING FOR IT!

Addicted indeed, just as he wanted a mentally fucked cûm dump just...

- 03:30 AM -

Y/n sat on the bed as Two licked his cõck, kissing and sucking the tip as the hearts on her eyes showed how far gone she was.

Y/N: You promise to serve my every desire?~ 

Two: Without question my love!~

Y/N: What is your greatest desire?~

Two: To one day reunite with you in hell, to serve as your warrior and your bitch for eternity... till then, whatever you need up top you need only ask!~

Y/N: Well said my dear... you've earned yourself a treat~

He grabbed Two's head and shoved his cõck down her throat, she gagged happily as she grabbed his hips and began sucking. She deep throated his demon meat with joy, rubbing herself and cradling his balls as she milked every last delicious drop of sėmen from him.

Y/n was in sadistic ecstasy as he watched the flame of passion reignite in Two, looking up at him with big horny eyes almost begging for it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back as he unloaded on her face, she stuck her tongue out to catch what she could and locked the rest off her hands hungrily.

Y/n watched with satisfaction as he marked his first mortal concubine, a black heart appearing on her tongue whilst he gained a white heart in the crease of his thumb and index.

[ LEMON END ]

- 05:30 AM -

Her alarm clock blared causing her to sit up quickly and gasped, looking around her room to find herself alone. She grimaced as the sun hit her face through the shutters, still in her bathrobe as it loosely clung to her.

Two: ... Maybe I really am a demon obsessed kook? I mean what am I, a depressed edgy sixteen year old e-girl? Having wet dreams about my demonic crush from... whenever!... it's not likely he and really...

She paused, she moved her legs which were a bit sore but a lot happened yesterday so couldn't be that.

But the sticky feeling, she rubbed her thigh and found a thick white substance.

She walked to her bathroom and looked in the mirror, slowly sticking out her tongue to see a black heart.

Two: heh.. heh heh... Dreams do come true~ 

A lovey smile took over her face as she blushed over their midnight meeting together.

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Chapter End. 

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