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Assistant: Title: One helluva time with Iruma kun
        Author: 616mcu 616mcu 
        Chapter: 46/60 
        Summary: We know that Iruma is capable of surving pretty much anything. Avoiding danger is just second nature to the little guy, espically when it comes to the underworld. But what happened when his parents sell him to hell ... the wrong hell ... with the wrong demon. In a much cruler world, ful of sadistic radio dear, IMPs that never make his life easier, an angel unable to help, and a plucky princess with dreams, or delusions, of a better tomorrow, can he keep his smile on, or is dispair his ultimate fate?
        Contents: Chapter 46: Chapter 44: Blackmail Blackburn Backstab
    

    
      

        
          
          
            What people do for love.
          
        

      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
    
  Vaggie watched as the goetia walked into the front doors carrying a few bags. “Alright Iruma, I got my things, what room number do you have?” Apparently after last night from an impromptu trip to the human world, the boy’s girlfriend had decided to move her stuff into the hotel to be closer, at least for the days Iruma stayed here.

  “409. Down the hall, you can’t miss it.” The boy that’s been silent and in thought for most of the day explained. “You sure about-?”

  “Yes.” The taller demon nodded as she carried her stuff up the stairs.

  “You sure that-?”

  “I’m sure that I’m sure.”

  “I mean, stuff like that doesn’t come up often… I think, but, it’s a really big-”

  “Iruma.” Octavia cut him off softly. “I know it might make you feel uncomfortable, but again, it’s your choice in the end. No matter how I feel, it’s your choice in the end. At least let me give you that.” She said, before moving down the hall.

  “... You having second thoughts?” Vaggie thought that this might have been a little too fast, but then she’d be a hypocrite. “We can tell her no if you want, or get her another room to sleep in if you want to compromise…”

  “Oh no, I’m not worried about her moving in with me, that’s just normal couple stuff.” Iruma nodded. “I’m just…. Really concerned… …. That she gave me permission to date other people after Loona confessed her feelings to me.”

  “... She what?”
   Most of the hotel asked.

  “Does that mean you’ll 
  finally
   rip your teeth into me without interruption!?” Nifty asked with excited glee.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m still catching up about what happened last night…” Charlie shook her head, still cleaning out her hair from her little trip to Earth. While Vaggie was happy her girlfriend got to enjoy the ‘wonderful’ experience that was Earth, she would’ve liked to have been warned ahead of time so she could prepare Charlie in advance. “...Octavia gave 
  
    what now?”
  

  “She said she wanted to give me some control over my life and just … flat out said that if I wanted to date more than one person it would be fine…. I… I have no idea what to make of that…. I don’t know if that’s a good sign or a bad sign...” Iruma looked absolutely baffled.

  “I say it makes you a young pimp.” Angel Dust commented from the bar.

  “I am? But I don’t want to pay Octavia to make babies, that should be something we agree on mutually when we’re financially stable enough.” Iruma covered his face in worry. “Wait, does that mean people will try to pay ME to make babies with them, I don’t know if that’s the kind of job I want, it feels too sleazy and dirty.”

  “Angel Dust!” Vaggie shouted at the man.

  “What, I wasn’t off!” The pornstar shouted.

  “So I’m just … confused on what to do.” The kid admitted, looking lost. “Like, how do I even take that? Is it even possible to date more than one person? Doesn’t that stuff only exist in bad romance manga when the writers can’t decide who to ship the main character with?”

  “I … wouldn’t take the chance.” Vaggie offered with a soft frown. “You’re a good kid, but dating multiple people would be a d@ck move.” She’s seen enough of Adam as it is. There doesn’t need to be another in the making.

  “Well, not exactly….” Charlie brought up. 
  
    What?
  

  “Charlie, don’t tell me you’d actually 
  
    support 
  
  that.” Her girlfriend rubbed the back of her head.

  “Well, some people do have polyamorous relationships that work out…”

  “Can you name one in hell that doesn’t end with one or all three/more stabbing each other to death?” Husk mentioned as he cleaned out a glass cup.

  “I mean … not off the top of my head …” Charlie winced.

  “So … just stay with Octavia?” Iruma asked in confusion.

  “No way, you should go for anything!” Nifty shouted. “Like me, rip me apart, pretty please?”

  “I-” Before Iruma could agree, Vaggie grabbed the little gremlin and chucked her through the wall.

  “Anyone that uses the triggers gets pounded!” One thing to push the issue, another to force it on someone that couldn’t say no.

  “Welp, pour me another shot, whiskers, wall broke down again.” Angel Dust snickered as he took out a glass.

  “I sssssay to ssssimply follow your heart, Young Sssssuzuki.” Pentious spoke supportively.

  “My heart says to either trust her completely, or run before Alastor comes back.” Iruma muttered. “I’m already worried about him with Octavia wanting to stay here to spend more time with me.”

  
    “Oh Young Suzuki, why do you have such a low opinion of me?”
  
   The smiling f@ck chuckled as he descended the stairs. 
  “I don’t plan on messing with her at all.”

  “... Seriously?” Vaggie gave an accusing glare.

  
    “Correct. A true gentleman never lays a hand on a lady, which you can all attest to, as I’ve never once laid a finger on Ms. Morningstar here for all the times she’s assaulted my person.”
  
   Alastor bowed.

  “I thought that was because you were laughing at my expense.” Charlie grumbled.

  
    “It can be both, my dear.”
  
   The f@ck@r cackled. 
  “I only object to her stay here at its core.”

  “Really?” Said girl spoke up, coming down from the stairs and glaring. “Let me guess, cause I make my boyfriend happy?”

  “Heavens no. I can torture the boy PLENTY to make up for that.”
   He chuckled to the sound of a laugh track. 
  “I argue because you’re not a sinner. This hotel was founded to send earthly souls to heaven. As a hellborn, that’s not happening for you.”
   The overlord argued.

  “Uh huh, and you 
  
    clearly
  
   fit that description with how much you announce how pointless it all is.” Octavia crossed her arms with sass brazenly.

  
    “I’m not a patron, I’m a staff member working at this hotel.”
  
   Alastor argued.

  “Alastor, enough.” Charlie got in the way as she caught up with the Goetia. She gave the teenager a strained smile. “Octavia, it’s great you’re here to support and comfort Iruma, and you’re welcome to come anytime...”

  “But…?” Octavia raised an expectant brow.

  “But since you insist on sharing a room with Iruma without sleeping on separate beds, I believe now would be a good time for you and Iruma to have 
  
    the talk
  
   in full excruciating detail.”

  “Ooooh.” Iruma nodded. “So we’re finally telling her about the true evils of government?”

  “...Wait what?” Octavia asked.

  “I’m in agreement … What the f@ck?” Vaggie questioned, blinking.

  “... Am I thinking of the wrong talk?” He questioned. “Or did Vaggie not get it either?”

  “Yeah V@g@n@.” Angel smirked. “Did you ever get 
  
    the talk
  
  ?”

  “...How has no one in this hotel ever killed anyone yet?” The goetia asked out loud in disbelief.

  “Force of will, and Charlie’s strong hand.” Husk said bluntly.

  “Her best days are when she lights on fire and pounds someone into a bl@@dy pulp!” Nifty shouted from the hole in the wall.

  “I DON’T pound people to a bl@@dy pulp!”

  
    “You certainly think about doing it, my dear.” 
  
   Alastor grinned.

  “F@ck off
   Alastor!” 
  Charlie shouted, proving Alastor’s point as she punched the man down the hall.

  “Can someone record that to save as a ringtone?” Octavia asked hopefully.

  “Already got you covered.” Angel Dust held his phone up.

  “This hotel is a mess.” Vaggie grumbled.

  “Which is why there is always something to do around here, I’m never bored!” Nifty cheered as she took out the dustpan and broom.

  “... Well, nice to know it’s just as chaotic in real life as it is on radio.” Octavia muttered. 

  “Yeah, sorry, there’s really no changing that.” Iruma nodded, looking at a nearby clock. “Well, it’s almost time for me to head out anyways, I work with Carmine today.”

  “I’ll head with you.” The goetia girl smiled.

  “Alright … but promise me you won’t threaten her this time.”

  “...I promise no bodily harm.”

  “That’s the best I can hope for.” He sighed. “Bye everyone!” Iruma waved as the two walked away.

  “Good luck making and ssssselling weaponssss!” Pentious shouted out.

  “Thanks Pentious, good luck with redemption!”

  “.....Again, this hotel is such a mess…” Vaggie slapped her forehead.

  “I view it as a comedy.”
   Alastor chuckled as he took a seat at the bar. 
  
    “Well Charlotte, whatever hopeless endeavor do you have planned for today?”
  

  “Actually, given everything that’s happened last night and with IMP, it’s made me realize that... Hell is more than just the Sinners. Yes, I’m aware hellborn don’t have the same chance that Sinners do...”

  “Not that there’s been any proof if this thing works.” Angel Dust muttered unhelpfully.

  “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do my part to help out.” Charlie steeled a determined face. “Getting the Hotel up in running is still the primary goal… but as the future ruler of Hell, I need to prepare to help ALL of it.”

  “Aaah, I see, that must have been your intention with Octavia.”
   The overlord nodded.

  “... What do you mean?” Charlie asked in confusion.

  
    “Well by allowing a hellborn into the hotel without the need for a job as part of our staff, you essentially broke your own redemption seekers only policy and announced to any hellborn in all of hell you offer free room, board, food, and alcoholic beverages.”
  
   He stated flippantly. 
  “The doors will be broken down and we’ll be overrun by freeloaders, but you WILL be helping all hellborn with this.”

  “.....” Charlie took in a deep breath. “Vaggie … I’m heading into our room for a while….. Don’t open the door, no matter how much screaming you hear or fire you see.”

  “Understood.” She nodded. “Should I barricade the outside?”

  “Please do, it’s not going to be pretty.” The things she did for love.

  ========================================================================

  Odette looked over the reports. “We’ve gone back to normal selling rates. We’re in the clear until next extermination … actually since it’s now in four months, we’re clear 
  
    beyond
  
   the next extermination.”

  “If it wasn’t for the fact that the angels are going to be blood thirstier than ever, we might actually make an overflowing proffit.” Clara nodded. 

  “Do... do you think we’ll actually be safe this time around?” Odette questioned nervously. Survival was ingrained in their blood by this point, so the need for worry was always pretty faint… but that was before… the incident.

  “If we hide deep enough, probably.” Clara said. “Unless you think princess Morningstar can be convinced to kill.”

  They took a moment to process that sentence… and laughed. 

  “HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Odette hollered out. “Oh man… that’s too funny…. Yeah that woman couldn’t be convinced to swat a fly, let alone kill.”

  “I mean sure, smacking the radio demon was unexpected, but yeah. She ain’t gonna do a f@ck@n’ thing when heaven tries to murder everyone.” Clara chuckled as she wiped away a tear. “But yeah … hell’s probably gonna take its biggest hit to date. F@ck@d seven ways sideways.”

  “Who knows, maybe the Vs will get offed this year and we no longer have to deal with their annoying faces all over hell.” Odette hoped.

  “That would be the one time a hallelujah would be justified.” Clara grinned. “So where are we with new clients?”

  “Eh, a couple of newbies willing to sell off their souls for holy blades, but they look like the hotshots that would die in a week.” Odette grimaced. “Which, you know, defeats the purpose of selling your soul to begin with.”

  “Sometimes the reason someone’s in hell was that they were too stupid to live.” Clara shook her head. “Which is half of our client base, yes, but some variety wouldn’t hurt.”

  “Mmm.” Odette agreed, noticing a blinking light. “Oh, just a sec.” She picked up the company phone. “Hello?”

  “Get your b@tch of a mother on the phone or we-”

  She slammed it down. “... Who was that?” Clara asked.

  “@ssh@l@ Vs that called Mom a b@tch.” Odette rolled her eyes. “They want a meeting, have some f@ck@ng bedside manner, like sheesh, they have NO tact whatsoever.”

  “Or class.” Clara scoffed. “You know I’m trying to get Velvette ‘flat t@ts and flat ass’ spreading, but since she IS social media, it’s kind of a brick wall.”

  “A true conundrum.” She nodded. “So, plans for lunch?”

  “Actually I-” The phone rang again. “Ugh.” Clara picked it up. “What is it?”

  “DON’T YOU HANG UP ON ME YOU LITTLE CU-!”
   The voice shouted loud enough to be heard by both of them.

  She slammed it down again. “Wow, someone’s determined to spite us today.”

  “Must be salty cause we told them no.” Her sister shrugged. “Should we block the number?”

  “I’m honestly surprised we haven’t already.” Odette muttered as it rang again. “Ok, this is getting ridiculous-”

  
    BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT
  

  Sparks began sparking out of the phone as the lights in the building began sparking out of control and haywire. “What the-I thought Vox only had control of screens?!”

  “Joint … effort.”
   Spoke a trio of voices as the phone spoke in a disjointed tone. 
  “Carmine … killed angel …”
   They froze. 
  
    “Give us … Suzuki’s soul … for silence …”
  

  
    BBZZZZSTPOP
  

  The phone overloaded, sparking in place as it caught on fire. “...What… what the f@ck!?” Clara shouted in disbelief. “How the f@ck did they figure it out, they’re suppose to be idiots!”

  “Incompetent and rude, but idiots they’re not.” Odette grumbled.

  The door slammed open. “What’s going on?” Mom asked sternly, looking at them. “And why is the phone on fire?”

  “The Vs just made contact…” Clara winced as she took in a deep breath. “....They know it was you that killed the angel… or at least.. They know it wasn’t Iruma.”

  “In fact … they want his soul for silence.” Odette finished hesitantly.

  “...” Mom took a deep breath. “¡JODER! GILIPOLLAS! MIERDA!” She started screaming, kicking the wall hard enough to leave cracks. “¡PUTO! BOLUDEZ!”

  “Ah… Mom…”

  “¡Esos estúpidos imbéciles que persiguen tendencias de la vida baja quieren chantajearme! ¡¿¿¡ME!??!” She broke a hole within the wall. “¡Destrozaré sus almas con mis talones, molécula por molécula!”

  “... I’ll grab the fire extinguisher, you calm her down.” Odette said, her sister gave her a pleading look.

  “Why did you have to give me the life threatening job?”

  “Because it’s your turn to deal with the crises this time around. Remember when we first came to hell?”

  “D@mn it. Knew that would bite me one day.” She grumbled.

  “Relax, we’ll figure this out…. Right?” Odette asked in small hope.

  “¡DEJARÍA QUE TODO EL INFIERNO FUERA DESTROZADO POR 
  ESTA INSOLENCIA!”

  “...Save the optimism for when we’re not in neck slicing range.”

  ========================================================================

  Octavia grumbled as they walked inside. “Aren’t you against murder?” She asked. No matter how helpful the Carmine family was to her boyfriend, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of hate due to the fact they were the ones that crafted weapons that 
  
    crippled
  
   Iruma. Sure, Iruma was better now, but that was only AFTER he stumbled into something ELSE she was still harboring negative feelings over.

  “Well yeah, but they don’t just make holy weapons, they make regular weapons too. And I’m a believer in survival and self defense.” He said. “Family woman, reluctant fighter, strong, I can kind of see why Moxxie idolizes her. She’s like Blitz if he had morals and success.”

  “That’s not a high bar to reach.” Octavia muttered.

  “I have a very low bar to begin with.” Iruma shrugged. “I mean, I still view Nifty as a friend even with her obsession with her wanting me to bite her…. Like, I know you said I was open to…. Things… but I feel like that door needs to stay closed.”

  “Like I said, I just want to make sure you have full control.” It wasn’t a spur of the moment decision either. She thought long and hard about her relationship, and the relationship between her parents. Her parents despised each other beyond belief and she never knew it until that d@ck head f@ck@d her dad. The way she saw it … Her parents were just too f@ck@ng selfish. Both of them went full throttle on what they wanted, consequences be d@mned, and Octavia was determined to NOT be like that in any way.

  As for the Loona thing…. Well… yeah, the kiss still kind of bothered her… but the more she thought about it… the more she realized she and the hellhound had in common. Seeing the hellhound so vulnerable and open… and the dazzling night of Azathoth’s tears reminding her of the beauty and fleetingness of life…. It… it made something click. If they both wanted it … Octavia would just … accept it. Because she loved Iruma and wanted him to be happy …

  
    Also because the idea of a guy and a girl kissing you at the same time would be so f@ck@ng ho-GAAAAAKK-
  
   “Via-chan? Why are you choking the air?” Iruma asked in confusion.

  “Just stretching my hand.” She answered impassively. She needed to get that voice under control before she made a fool of herself in front of someone else that wasn’t Iruma. “Anyways, I know you said you have trouble not being guided, but I think this’ll help you slowly start making decisions on your own. Besides … I know you said it’s nice, but it’s still not fair I own your soul just because of a few words … you should be free to love me or not of your own free will.” Even if it would hurt.

  “But I can’t imagine living in hell if I didn’t love you… you gave me my first sign of true happiness.” Iruma held her hand with a caress. “And it’s not like you said ‘please love me and be my boyfriend’...I chose to be here because I chose 
  
    you.”
  

  “And I choose you, I’d choose you everytime, my precious Bluebird.” Even if she still worried, she had little doubt how much he cared about her.

  “It feels weird when a non cannibal calls me that.” Iruma muttered. “... And that’s a common sentence in my life now … living in hell is fun, but weird.”

  “Ha, starting to sound like you’re fitting in pretty well.” Octavia nodded as she pecked his cheek.

  
    SMASSSH
  

  Both of them turned to look upwards, seeing some kind of office being shredded and smashed to pieces. “Hmm … someone must be trying to break in again.” Iruma muttered.

  “¡¡¡¡PRIMERO LES ARRANCARÉ EL CORAZÓN Y HARÉ QUE SE LO COMAN, LUEGO TOMARÉ MI TALÓN Y SE LO METERÉ POR EL Y-!!!!" 

  “... You speak every language, you understand that?” Octavia asked dryly.

  Her boyfriend blinked. “Wait, I’m confused. I thought demons understood all languages?”

  “It’s a practice thing, I’m not exactly freshening up on french.” 
  
    Even if you want to french the boy six ways to-ggggaaaacccck.
  

  “Oh... well if I’m right, Carmine is basically saying she wants to rip out someone’s heart… given she wears those heels, I’m not sure if she means torture or kill kill.”

  “She’s an overlord, it’s probably both.” Octavia muttered as they walked inside. “You think it’s safe enough to use the elevators, or should we take the stairs?”

  SMASH

  “¡Si fuera una opción, esas cabras sufrirían una agonía interminable por su falta de respeto y traición!”

  “....It might be safer to just stay down here until she cools off.” Iruma muttered. “I have free access to the kitchen as long as I moderate, we can grab something from there while we wait.”

  Octavia glared upstairs. She didn’t trust the Overlord, but she did read up on her. The woman was silent, collected, and hardly one to show emotion on her face … something was wrong and she had a gut feeling Iruma might or WOULD get sucked into the middle of it. “Why don't you go ahead and grab us both something? I can wait here.”

  “Sure thing. I’ll make sure they have some crunchy rats!” With a cute smile, he ran off … as Octavia marched up the stairs.

  She walked up step by step … until finally reaching the room, which was covered in rubble and fire extinguishing liquid. “Mom, please, smashing down walls isn’t going to solve anything-”

  “¡ES UNA PRÁCTICA DE TIRO PARA CUANDO LE ROMPA LA CABEZA A VOX!” The overlord shouted in rage as she continued kicking in holes within the plaster.

  Octavia walked up to the 
  
    non
  
   occupied sibling who was finishing putting out a fire. “What’s going on?”

  “Octavia?” The girl blinked. “Oh right, Iruma’s working today … um …” She looked around nervously. “Uh….would you believe me if I said nothing?”

  “Not after saying it like that.” She glared. “Look, I don’t get involved with politics, and I could care less, but my Boyfriend works for your mom. If he’s not involved then I’ll leave it alone…and he’s 
  
    not involved … right?”
  

  “...”  The woman… Odette Octavia believed it was going by Iruma’s description, sighed. “The Vs have some blackmail on us that could cause a … 
  
    lot
  
   of damage.”

  “And?” Octavia raised an eyebrow.

  “And what they want is … the soul contract Mom has for Iruma.” The darker demon, Clara winced.

  “....WHAT!?” Octavia shouted incredulously. “First of all, first of F@CK@NG all… people can 
  
    trade
  
   soul contracts?!”

  “... Oh right.” Odette muttered. “I kind of just assumed Goetia would be more knowledgeable than overlords, but then I remembered you guys don’t actually indulge in those all that often.”

  “Souls are basically just money.” Clara continued. “Overlords can make trades between souls all the time.”

  “If that’s the case, then WHY keep Iruma under one!?” Octavia shouted angrily.

  “Because …” Clara winced.

  “Because it’s classified.” Carmine finished, having come out of her rampage as the woman took a few long breaths.

  “Clearly not enough if the f@ck@ng Vs are trying to blackmail you over it!” Octavia growled.

  “Believe me, I’m not happy about it in the slightest.” The overlord groaned. “F@ck, that d@mn meeting… I was too careless, they must’ve noticed something was off.”

  “Well then let the world know!” Octavia shouted. “Because I promise if those f@ck@rs get his soul I will 
  
    tear yours apart.”
  

  “That is a 
  
    very
  
   empty threat to me, Octavia of the Ars Goetia.” Carmine stared blankly into her four eyes. “You have power, but that alone doesn’t inspire fear.”

  “Yet you’re throwing a 
  
    hissy
  
   fit over some inane secret!”
“DON’T YOU DARE trivialize the matter, girl!” The overlord yelled as she got taller….and sharper, forming into a deadly swan of authority and  discipline. Octavia wouldn’t admit it…it made her feel small, but not enough to back down for her boyfriend’s safety. “If this got out, all of hell would be in danger, not just sinners, but the countless hellborn that you're a part of. The Vs want to start a war that I have no intention of participating in.”
  “I DON’T 
  
    GIVE A D@MN!”
  
   Octavia shouted back, pushing her face against the b@tch’s. “The last time someone sold away that boy’s soul it was his parents to Alastor, and I would rather kill you 
  HERE AND NOW
   then let that come to pass!”

  “You have 
  no idea
   what they know!”

  “Then tell me! Iruma knows, doesn’t he!?”

  “And he won’t-” The woman stopped. “... Won’t …” She shrunk down, her eyes turning contemplative. She stood in silence, gazing at one of the holes in the wall in a daze of sorts. 

  “Um … Mom?” Clara asked. “What are you-”

  “-Where is the boy?”

  “Why should I tell-”

  “
  
    Where
  
   is he?” The b@tch asked again firmly. “
  
    If
  
   you value his soul, then you will tell me 
  now.”

  Octavia wanted to knock the b@tch’s head off… but even though she WAS serious… fighting her head on likely wouldn’t do much, given the fact she had angelic weaponry… she’d seen the damage they inflicted, and she couldn't’ risk that… not with Iruma’s life on the line. “He’s in the kitchen, I didn’t want him hurt in the middle of your temper tantrum.”

  “... Odette, Clara, keep him busy.” She told her daughters.

  “Mom…”

  “I have this handled… everything’s going to be alright.” Carmine nodded as the girls left the room. “Now… to make sure no one figures this out.” Carmine took out a button, and pressed it, making metal shielding covered the holes, the windows, and the doors. “Alright, we can talk freely.”

  “What’s this, your idea of trapping a bird in a cage?” Octavia growled.

  “No ... I want to make a deal.”

  Octavia stared at the b@tch for a moment, before laughing with ridicule. “Oooh, you think I would 
  DARE
   make a deal after the sh@t Iruma’s been put through on the daily!? With someone like you!?”

  “I will obtain your silence of what transpires in this room, the information learned.” She went on.

  She couldn’t believe this. “Are you seriously going on with-?”

  “And in return … I will give you Iruma Suzuki’s soul.”

  Octavia blinked. “You’re… you’re offering me your contract over him?” That couldn’t….that-

  “
  Only
   if you continue to enforce his end of the bargain on it.” The woman stated with a glare. “Never speak of what transpires outside this room, don’t bring up what happened to him or anyone else. Follow those rules… and your boyfriend will have one LESS demon owning his soul.”

  Octavia stared at the woman, pensive. This seemed too good to be true, and she had concerns about what would happen if one person owned two sections of Iruma’s soul … but … but his chain would loosen … he’d be 
  
    slightly 
  
  more free … “I … accept.” She held out her hand.

  “Good…” The woman’s hand stretched out to hers, as a bright golden yellow glow emanated from her palm. “It’s a deal.”

  “What…” Before she knew it, her arm was encased with the yellow energy, infusing within her…. Becoming 
  
    one
  
   with her… with her 
  
    soul.
  

  
    A holy weapon was fused into his soul with a method only known to someone who knows it better than angels themselves. And in return, he is to never speak of … of …
  
   Octavia’s head was flooded with images. Pushing Odette out of the way, the wound on his back … the beheading … the 
  lie
   …

  Octavia let go as she fell on the ground. “You…
  
    you-!”
  
   Her mouth instantly closed.

  “Our bargain has been made.” Carmine nodded. “Your soul remains yours… as does Young Suzuki’s.” She pointed to her chest.

  Octavia felt it… the purple flame over her heart… it was warmer… fluffier….she felt…Iruma with her…. Bound to her on an even more intimate scale. “...Why lie at all?” Octavia asked lowly.

  “I didn’t ask him to … I panicked and … he took sympathy on me. For someone he didn’t even know.” The overlord groaned. “I wanted my daughters out of the line of fire as much as possible, so it was easier to go with the story he made.”

  “...You know, Iruma has nothing but nice things to say about you… and I still can’t fathom why.” Octavia glared.

  “It’s hell … no one is squeaky clean, no matter how much they appear or how much they do.” The woman stated. “The survival of the ones you care about comes paramount to everything else.”

  “...” Octavia grumbled as she clenched her hands. “Just let me out of here.”

  With another flick of a lever, the walls lowered. “For the record.” Carmine stated. “Even if you don’t believe me … I truly do thank him for what he’s done.”
“Enough to not risk his soul over?” Octavia glared.
  “...He’s the only reason my daughters still have their own… that’s all I can say about it.”

  Why... why did she find it hard to argue with this b@tch? “Iruma still has his job here?”

  “His employment was never a part of the contract. He was free to accept, and he’s free to quit. Or he’s free to keep working.” Carmine nodded. 

  “... I guess I’ll just live with that.” Octavia walked down the stairs… she took another piece of Iruma’s soul… and she did it behind his back… she couldn’t talk to him about it, she couldn’t tell him she knew about his sacrifice, about the endless kindness of his heart.

  “Via-chan!” The boy in question cut her out of her thoughts, walking up the stairs with a bowl excitedly. “Turns out they did have some rats. I made you the stew you were looking forward to. Hehe, rhymes.” He chuckled. “I tried finding you, Clara and Odette said you were in the back but I didn’t see you there.”

  “I don’t recommend it…” Odette winced as she looked like she was about to pass out. “The fumes….. Like a cloud of mustard gas…..”

  “Thank you, Iruma-kun.” Octavia gratefully took the bowl with a soft smile, and took a spoonful of it. “Delicious… it’s delicious.”

  “....
  
    really?”
  
   Clara raised an eyebrow. 

  “It was made with love.” She nodded … love Octavia intended to give back in full.

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  Valentino took a puff of smoke as he sat down in satisfaction. “Think the b@tch will follow through?”

  “Of course she bl@@dy will. The windbag’s a scaredy little b@tch to afraid to get her hands dirty… which, aka, if you’re going to be a spineless coward, DON’T make f@ck@ng weapons for a living!” Velvette rolled her eyes as she texted on her phone.

  
    “Angelic ones at that.”
  
   Vox scoffed. 
  “That’s just asking for trouble. But, any control over that brat, will be worth it.”
   Val’s favorite boy toy chuckled. 
  “Oooh, the b@tch is in now. Sending her up.”

  “You know, getting the brat’s soul, getting revenge for the humiliations, and scr@w@ng over the radio demon is one thing, but the fact that Carmine’s the real holy slayer is just TOO juicy to not take advantage of.” Val pointed out. “I feel like there’s a lot of mileage we can force out of that.”

  “That’s the beauty of loopholes, baby. We can just get the brat to show us how it happened when the time’s right.” Velvette snickered. “Or we just take a guess. The hag doesn’t have too many options to take advantage of that other overlords don’t.”

  
    “We can think it over when the deal’s done. For now … she’s here.”
  

  The elevator opened up, as the b@tch herself marched into the room with a stony expression. “Let’s get this over with. I am not getting cancer from you jobbers smoking.” She slammed a sheet of paper onto the table.

  “It’s hell, like that f@ck@ng matters.” When you lived forever with only one never changing body, there was no need to be concerned about anything.

  “I hope you don’t mind if we look it over 
  
    closely.”
  
   Velvette grinned as she grabbed the sheet. “After all, you’re the tricky little minx that bamboozled hell into think a f@ck@ng teenage fleshbag brat killed an angel. I have to say, I 
  
    respect
  
   that level of ruthlessness.”

  “You could show it a little more considering your brazen act of needing to control a situation.” She growled, but otherwise made no objection.

  They handed it over to Vox. The man was their front dealer, he knew contracts best. 
  “Signed by Carmilla Carmine. In return for absolute silence regarding any subject that would link contractor to allegations will be enforced. In return, the sign shall be granted …”
   He paused. 
  “Hang on, this contract states we get your 
  
    
      percentage
    
     of the brat’s soul.”
  

  “When dealing with a soul who has multiple owners, context is needed.” The white priss said frankly. “I only own a portion.”

  “And it also states you want ALL of us to sign it.”

  “Why do you think I did it in paper?” She asked. “I can’t trust any of you to not blab it out of spite. I’m making one deal, not three.”

  
    “B@tch has a point there. And the brat has to do whatever WE say no matter who’s holding the reigns, so percentage doesn't really matter on that front.”
  
   He shrugged, continuing to look it over. 
  “Hmm … not seeing any loopholes.”

  “I’m nothing if not professional, even under duress.” Carmine glared. “Otherwise I would’ve just let Alastor be aware of what you're trying to do. He might not care about the boy but he hates you three even more.”

  “Yeah yeah b@tch, whatever.” Velve scoffed as she pulled out a pen. “We’ll sign.”

  If Vox said it was good, Val trusted that. “Oh I have SOO many plans for those holes… and I’m going to send them all to that manished named princess just to get the look of horror on her face.” She would pay for trying to take away his favorite and best actor.

  “Seriously Val, stop thinking about antagonizing the b@tch.”

  “Ooh just you wait …” He smirked as he signed his name.

  “First thing I’m going to force that brat to do is skin alive that f@ck@ng hellhound secretary slowly and painfully.” Velvette snickered as she signed.

  
    “I have a show or two I know they’ll enjoy.”
  
   Vox smirked as he signed.

  The contract began glowing, floating over back to the b@tch, who snatched it. “Our deal is done … good day.” She began walking away.

  “HAHAHAHA, YES, FINALLY, I got the one up on you Alastor, and you don’t even f@ck@ng know it!”
   Vox cheered. 
  
    “At least not for now!”
  
   He raised his hand. 
  
    “Okay brat, you’re days are finally f@ck@ng numbered, now prepated to get a taste of pain!”
  
   He sent out lighting in the air…. Which fell back in his hands. His screen face glitched a bit in confusion. 
  “What the f@ck!?”

  “Performance issues Vox?” Val cackled.

  “No!”
   He shot lightning into the air … which once more fell flat. He growled, frustrated. 
  “Oh come on!”

  “Amateur.” Val smirked as he sent out smoke … which went back into his pipe. “… The f@ck?”

  “Did you old farts REALLY forget how to summon your own f@ck@ng contracts… pathetic, you two would be useless without me.” Velvette rolled her eyes as she took out her threads of yarn and silk…. And it went right back into her face. “What the f@ck gives b@tch!?” She shouted out to the woman.

  “I don’t see the problem.” The overlord shrugged. “You got exactly what you asked for.”

  
    “You were supposed to give us the brat’s soul, c@nt!”
  

  “You asked for my 
  
    portion
  
   of Iruma Suzuki’s soul.” Carmine stated practically. “So you have it. Zero Percent.”

  There was a silence that filled the room “… What?” Velve asked, her eyes as wide as theirs.

  “I don’t own Iruma Suzuki’s soul.” She clarified. “Thus, my percentage is zero. You asked for nothing and got nothing.”

  “You b@tch!” Valentino shouted in fury. “We’re not going to let this slide! We’re going to tell hell that-!” Suddenly... His neck was starting to get choked around, and not in the s@xy way.

  “You made a deal, and you shall keep it.” The woman glared with cold, piercing eyes that Valentino wanted 
  
    nothing more
  
   than to break into pieces. “
  
    None
  
   of you can ever talk about, look into, or investigate what happened during extermination again.”

  
    “This makes NO f@ck@ng sense!”
  
   Vox shouted as his screen was glitching. 
  
    “You had the brat’s soul, he confirmed it!”
  

  “I did … and once you made your threat, I gave it away.”

  “....YOU GAVE HIS SOUL TO SOMEONE ELSE!?” Velvette shouted in outrage. “Who the f@ck is it!?”

  “Maybe you should have made information your price instead of an innocent boy’s soul. Would have been easier to obtain.” Carmine had the gall to give a little 
  
    smirk
  
  . “And I won’t tell you who has it. You won’t find it anywhere on the broadcast, so don’t bother looking there.” She turned around. “And, now that you’ve waned any usefulness from this conversation, I shall take my leave now.”

  “You just… gave it up!?” Valentino growled in sheer incredulity. “The heir to f@ck@ng Beezlebub, one of the most valuable and influential souls in hell at the moment…. And you gave it the 
  
    f@ck up!?”
  

  “Yes… because unlike you Vs, I can secure loyalty beyond a contract.” And with that, the b@tch slammed the door shut.

  “… Welp.” Val broke the silence. “I know what I’m doing tonight … 
  killing everyone I can get my f@ck@ng hands on!!”
   Angel would get his holes RAIDED the next session he had!

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  Angel Dust groaned as he walked into a bar. Normally he’d just drink at the hotel, but … the army of Hellborn looking for a free stay was just too much. Plus the screams of joy Alastor had at tearing those f@ck@rs apart… and the subsequent guilt and shame and crying and yelling and... Well, basically everything from Charlie just made it too much. 
Not only that… he was getting really…really sick of getting reminded of that brat 24/7. It was bad enough that Alastor kept the radio going all the damn f@ck@ng time when the kid wasn’t around, but he had to listen to Charlie’s constant whining and crying and sobbing over the brat like he was her f@ck@ng kid. Everyone pitied that little loser, everyone got along with that little loser, and how much better he was, how pure and kind he was and how much f@ck@ng better he was…
  Not to mention that thanks to hanging around that brat, Val could hear every single thing said to Angel Dust … and his phone calls were calling out each and every moment … 
  
    
      pouring the poison into his brain
    
  
  . “Gah, just need a drink.” He grumbled, sitting at a bar and slamming down a few bills. “Whiskey and coke cocktail.” Just something to get rid of his brain and thoughts.

  Life was supposed to get better at that tacky hotel… and in some ways it did. No rent to pay, no need to worry about food (if the f@ck@ng brat didn’t eat it all), and a room away from Valentino and his slimy, greasy paws. But each and every day, he just… kept feeling worse and worse, constantly being reminded that 
  
    
      he’ll never get better. Addict trash never got better.
    
  

  “I’ll have whatever the sissy’s having with bourbon in the mix.” Spoke a familiar voice.

  “Blitz?” He turned to the imp, surprised. “F@ck are you doin’ here?”

  “Oh, you know … drinkin’ away the pain.” He showed off a cast. “You?”

  Was this a moment to be open or a moment to lay on the sex appeal… eh, he’ll go for somewhere down the middle. “Trying to get the f@ck away from the Hotel… annoying b@tch@s yapping on and on and on, and I’m like, either f@ck each other or f@ck off, cause I’m clearly not going to f@ck either of you.”

  “Oh yeah, I’ve seen it from the M and M duo. Having a kid just 
  
    kills
  
   how much people bang.” The imp nodded. “Course most of my lays are out of the house, so my daughter never has to worry about walking in on me doing the porkin’.”

  “Lucky you. I haven’t had a single bang that wasn’t either advertised or broadcasted in the last fifty or so years of my life in hell.” Angel groaned. “And then the 
  
    one 
  
  moment I like some peace and quiet, I get jumped by people demanding to use me like a c@m dump. I mean, I get it, sexy spider man coming out, but f@ck, take a chill pill for f@cks sake.”

  “Yep. Not so easy on my end either.” He groaned. “Only time my ‘contractor’ didn’t want to bang me was to break me because I accidently let his daughter get sent to Earth. And now everyone’s blaming me for everything.”

  “That’s the price for having a big d@ck that no one ever talks about.” Angel groaned. “You’re either the only source of someone’s happiness that they’ll drain you dry for, or you’re the biggest and most convenient punching bag they can find.”

  “Mm.” Blitz took a drink. “To being a c@m tap.” He held it up for a toast.

  “To being broken.” He clicked his drink to Blitz. Strange... he never felt this… connected to someone. “So… you got a sh@tty dad that only ever uses you when convenient?”

  “Yep, ‘cept the old man now doesn’t want anything to do with me now.”

  “Do you have a twin sister that you can’t see or talk to for multiple reasons?” Angel asked.

  “Hates my guts beyond all reason.” The guy nodded as he took a drink. “Oooh, coke mix. You tryin’ to break yourself to save everyone else the trouble?”

  “Mmm.” There was a moment of silence. “You know, I have enough money to rent a motel room for the night … if you think you can stay up?” He smirked.

  The imp snorted. “Me? Stay up? Clearly you’ve never been drilled while drilling.”

  “And you’ve obviously never used a chainsaw in bed.”

  “Oh 
  
    haven’t 
  
  I?” Blitz snickered. Okay, tonight may not turn out so bad after all.

  
  

    
      
        
        
          Fun fact from hazard, this chapter was actually rewritten from the ground up in writing! Our original outline was just hell reacting to Octavia’s allowance, like girls wanting clout by sucking up to Iruma, and had Cherri and Iruma spend the day together blowing sh@t up. But we realized that this was MUCH more fun after realizing the Vs would know and try capitalizing on the info quickly. Angel Dust x Blitz survived though, so take your thoughts on that.'
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