From inside your resort, a magic, red carpet is rolled out and a strange, yet funny fanfare begins to play. The sinners who reside in your resort come rushing to see what's going on.

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Then, their eyes lock on you as you dance your way back to your resort, wearing a snazzy yellow suit, which you poofed onto yourself using the power of your imagination. The sinners under your control all laugh and cheer for your return. And after arriving inside, everyone both cheered and laughed for a bit before resuming their work.

[This is what you're wearing]

Y/N: "WOO!!! SMOKIN'!!! Well, another extermination gone, another hard days work for me in Hell and not a moment too soon. I'm sure we'll be BOOKED this year, my friends."

You quickly booked it back to your office, leaving behind a trail of smoke, causing others to cough a little. Now, stationed back inside your office, you spin out of your snazzy yellow suit and throw it at a coat rack before slumping down on your bed in your undies.

[The next day]

After some much-needed shut-eye, you spent the majority of your time cooped up in your office, taking a day off. You sat there in your office bedroom, watching TV and seeing your face all over the news, messing with the angels and dancing like a fool. Apparently, everyone in Hell is liking your Cuban Pete dance the most. 

Well, nice to know even residents in Hell have good taste. But sadly, your little break will have to be postponed. You heard your office phone buzzing, making you turn to it. You turn off the TV and walk towards the phone and put it on speaker, holding down the button.

Y/N: "What's the sitch?"

Secretary: "Sir, you have a letter from one Carmilla Carmine."

Y/N: "Hmmm... alright then, go ahead and send it up, please."

After ending the call, you rushed over to your yellow suit and put it on before sitting at your desk and read the newspaper. But you don't read anything, it's just a convenient pose for you.

You hear the elevator going "ding" and open up outside your office, followed by your door opening up. The secretary then places the letter on your desk.

Secretary: "Here you go, boss."

Y/N: "Thank you and good work. Here, take this on your way back down."

You snap your fingers and poof up a cup of hot coffee and a bag of donuts for her as a way to thank her.

Secretary: "Oh, thanks, sir."

Y/N: "You're welcome."

She smiles and leaves you be, closing the door behind her. You then toss the newspaper aside and grab the letter. You take it out of the envelope and read it to yourself.

Y/N: *reading* "Dear Mr. L/N, we are currently summoning all Hell sovereign overlords to attend a meeting, including you. Please come to this address at the bottom of the letter. The meeting will take place at 8 AM and not a minute later. 

Signed, Ms. Carmine"

You folded the letter and stroke your chin.

Y/N: "Hmmm... this sounds... serious. Hmm... Ah, what the heck, I'll pop on by to see what these overlords want."

You stand up and then snap your fingers, poofing out of your office and right into the middle of Pentagram City. You are about to head on your way when you're honked at again from behind and startled and you look to see a different asshole.

Y/N: "I know just the thing."

The guy keeps honking at you and this time, for him you inflate your hand, pull back and then...

Y/N: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH *slaps car* SHADDUUUUUUUUUP!!!"

By doing this, you sent the guy's car spinning out of control with that big-ass slap and made your way to the meeting. You follow the directions which lead to this tall building with multiple elevators outside and immediately walk into one of them.

Y/N: "Well, going up."

The elevator door closes and takes you to one of the upper floors. Upon arriving, you notice a few other faces you're not familiar with and they all nod at each other silently.

The four of them make their way down the hall and make a turn while you followed them close behind and took a seat with the others. The lovely lady in burgundy Victorian clothing with black eyes turned to you with a sly smirk, which you found kinda cute.

Y/N: *tips hat* "Well, hello there, m'lady. You're looking ravishing this fine day, I must say."

Her reaction...

You let out a yelp, but then try to keep it cool

Y/N: "OH, uh... w-what sparkling teeth you have."

She puts her sharp canines away and winks at you, blowing a kiss before looking away.

Y/N: *thinks* "Where'd she get those teeth from?!"

Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of... metal clanking and you look to see Ms. Carmilla Carmina showing up, along with her two loving daughters.

Carmilla: "Greetings, Hell sovereign. As the controlling powers of our nation, I've brought you all here to discuss the damage report on this year's extermination." *turns to you* "But first, Y/N, I thank you for taking the time to join us this day."

Y/N: *takes hat off, places against chest* "The pleasures all mine, Ms. Carmine, I would not miss this for the world."

Carmilla: "Splendid to hear. *to everyone* Now then, as you all know, this year's extermination has ended rather... poorly in the angels' case all thanks to our... brand new overlord. Because Mr. L/N's... unorthodox and non-lethal methods, we've lost 3.2% of our sinners. However, while his methods are functional, there's only so much one overlord can do to protect the souls we own from getting slaughtered."

Y/N: *shrugs, thinking* "Hey, no denying that." *sees sharp-toothed lady raise her hand*

Carmilla: "Yes, Rosie?"

Rosie: "As talented as our little wild card here is, how do you propose we can prevent more of our sinners from dying?"

Y/N: "Has anyone tried, I dunno, putting up magic barriers to protect their territories from those golden pigeons?"

???: "Unfortunately for thou, such a feat is non-existent. Of course, even if such magic did exist, t'would take an excessive deal of magic to perform such a spell."

Carmilla: "I'm afraid Zestial has a point, Y/N. While as powerful as we are, none of us can make magic barriers."

Y/N: "Okay... then, what about building solid fortresses around your territory, or would that take too much time to construct?"

Rosie: "Sorry, dearie. But we'd have to have the right resources and lots of physical labor to construct fortresses."

Zestial: "A very good thought, nonetheless. But if it be possible... dost thou have the power to generate such structures on thy own?

Y/N: *blinks in surprise* "Hey... you know what, I think I do! I mean, I practically made my resort out of nothing. All I had to do was use my head and poof, the attraction was born."

Carmilla: "Then, if possible... could you pay a visit to each of the Overlords territories and provide them with your assistance. I promise, you will be compensated fairly."

Y/N: "You don't gotta pay me, helping others is what I live for. Putting up defensive barriers for each territory belonging to these overlords, hmm... that shouldn't be too hard."

Zeezi: "I'm beginning to like this guy."

Fire Deer Overlord: *nods* "I am most grateful."

Rosie: "Many thanks, darling. If only we could repay you somehow."

Zestial: "A very kind gesture. Thou certainly have our gratitude."

Carmilla: "Still, you must have some sort of compensation."

Y/N: "Well... nothing comes to mind, except maybe enjoying a few drinks on some occasions."

The other overlords blink in surprise.

Carmilla: "Is that all you ask for?"

Y/N: "Sure, I don't mind."

Carmilla: "Hmm... very well. If that is what you wish, I suppose I could spare some time for a couple of drinks. Work has been rather hectic as of late."

After that, the meeting came to an end and everyone shook hands with each other and you. Soon, you all left the building, satisfied with the conclusion and now you head back to your resort to check up on how things are holding up over there.

[timeskip]

Arriving back at your resort, you took a stroll around the place to see how things were going. There was plenty of time to enjoy yourself before the next upcoming extermination next year and loads of time to come up with a new game plan to... fuck with the angels. And there's also the little matter of forging magic barriers around other demon lords' territories to protect the souls they own.

All these things to do and there's plenty of time to get these all done, but for the moment, you could use a break.

*KA-BOOM*

Or at least that's what you wanted to do. Whatever caused that explosion, you decide to investigate outside your resort.

You come out from the main entrance and right away, something is thrown at you, but you duck just time for the bomb to hit the barrier surrounding your entire resort. But when it went off, this strange red smoke filled the air and it had this fruity flavor. Like cherries.

Y/N: "Hmmm, tutti frutti.

Suddenly, your ears picked up the sound of a famous singer sneezing somewhere up in heaven. On top of that, another bomb is thrown at you, but you grab it with one hand and gulp it down to prevent any further damage on the barrier behind you.

The bomb goes off in your belly, getting you slightly winded before burping out a puff of red smoke and fire.

Y/N: *Italian accent* "That's-a sssspicy meatball."

???: "Yo, since when has anyone survived eating one of my bombs?"

Amidst the red smoke you see a silhouette appearing before you and judging by her physique, she's defnitely female. And boy is she one smoking hot babe if you ever saw one.

Y/N: "Are you the missy who's been bombing up my resort... or at least trying to blow it up?"

???: "And if I am?"

Y/N: "Well... somebody's gonna get a spanking."

???: "Mmmm and what if I actually want more than that?"

Y/N: "Who knows... depends on whether or not you can handle one of my specialty spankings."

???: "If you think you're that tough... *turns and bends* ...why don't you prove it by giving this ass a good smacking... if you got the balls."

Watching her present her fine ass to you like that... well...

Your reaction is self-explanatory.

Recomposing yourself, you approach this sexy babe and bring one hand up, you blow air into your hand through your thumb, making your hand bigger and...

*SMACK*

This bad girl let out the sexiest moan she could ever muster, even blushing a little bit.

???: "Mmmm, you bad boy, you've got one mean hand. Makes me wonder what other parts of you are big."

Y/N: "Perhaps maybe I can give you another demonstration in another way, if you'd like."

???: "Tempting, but for now, I think I'll back off. *turns back to you, rubbing her ass* I like you. What's your name again?"

Y/N: "My name's Y/N. Who are you, sexy?"

Cherri: "You can call me Cherri Bomb. Or if you'd like, when it's just us in private, you can call me... your bitch."

Y/N: "Mmm, now there's an idea. But only when we're alone. But why did you toss bombs onto my resort?"

Cherri: "Truth is... I was kinda bored and my friend is busy with a porno shoot and there's not enough tough bastards out here to satisfy me in a street brawl. But you... you're different."

Y/N: "Oh, believe me, I can be a real devil when it comes to messing with other sinners. I've even dealt with those angel exorcists."

Cherri: "Whoa... really?" *realizes* "Wait a sec, I remember now. You're that guy who threw those dumbasses for a loop. *laughs* You're a hell of a funny guy, that's for sure."

Y/N: "Thank you. And you're one spunky power house."

Cherri: "Thank you. Well, anyways, since I'm not doing anything, you wanna come with me for a drink or two?"

Y/N: "I don't see why not. I've got all the time in the world."

The meeting with the overlords had come to a satisfying close and to top it off, you got to know someone new, potentially a new friend... with benefits, or something more. Either way, it feels like your life in hell is beginning to look much brighter.

[A/N: Okay, here's another chapter. And just so you guys know, I made a slight change to the story. Angel Dust will actually be a guy and yes, the reader will be bi-sexual. I know it's taken me a while to upload a chapter, but writer's block is a bitch. But anyways, I've got a big game plan for next time, so... STAY TUNED!!!]