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Hi, if you’re reading this, congratulations, you’ve found my journal!!

I’m Pink Neon, and like you, I too was once a new arrival here in hell, but don’t worry, it ain’t so bad once you get used to it….or well….yea ok, it “is”  bad, it is literal hell after all, but it doesn’t have to be.

And I’m here to help you with that….or well….not like, “here”  here, but in spirit….eh you get what I mean, but as stated before, my little journal will be your survival guide to hell, and TRUST me, learn from my mistakes.

Do as I say, not as I do…..

Any way, hope you’ll enjoy and that my journal will be of great use to you…

oO/\Oo

Pink Neon’s survival guide to hell:

A sinner’s perspective on the pride ring

“A anarchy demon tale”

oO\/Oo

Chapter 1:

Gaining your bearings

Lesson nr1: Try to take things one day at a time, and to make the most of it, it’s enernity after all, and an enernity you can be ok with is better then agony….

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There she laid….back against the dumpster she’d been leaning against for the past week now….

“It’s hopeless……I’m in hell…..and I’ve earned it…” Pink neon thought to herself as she looked up at the giant pentagram in the sky.

She’d been sulking against said dumpster for a while now after narrowly escaping the radio demon, known as Alastor.

Sitting there, Pink knew she had 2 options here, wallow in self-pity and just give in to the despair of hell….OR…..try to make the best of it….

Thinking to herself, the succubus like sinner sat there for a while…..until something within her clicked as some sort of strange, radical acceptance set in.

“Welp…..being a sad sack of shit isn’t going to get me anywhere”  as she slapped her own knees and hoisted herself up, away from the dumpster “Well, Pink…”  she spoke to herself “…you got yourself in this mess, you’re dead and in hell, so crying isn’t going to get you anywhere” and she began to wander the streets with a newfound purpose.

She wasn’t sure what it was, but some newfound energy within her gave her the motivation to keep going…..

That was until an explosion next to her caused her to yelp, tho too late as everything went black.

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Note to self…..explosions hurt……ALLOT….

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Movement jostled her awake again as when she opened her eyes, she found herself looking at the inside walls of some kind of wooden cart……however, her body was NOWHERE near where you’d expect it to be.

As her eyes shot wide open, Pink realized her head was several inches AWAY from her neck as her hand blindly began to feel around, feeling a wet stump where her head “should”  be.

“uh-oh….that can’t be right….” She mumbled to herself before something caught her eye ”SHIT IS THAT MY BODY OVER THERE?!” when something in her field of view responded to her brain’s input, and as her eyes finally focused, her stomach did a flip as she beheld her own open neck stump, her body blindly grasping around.

At first, she felt that all too familiar wave of adrenaline and panic, until she realized “Oh yea wait…it’s hell….i’m already dead….can’t exactly die AGAIN……makes sense….” She thought to herself, trying to stay calm as she began the honestly embarrassing process of guiding her body to her head.

“forward…little more….left….NO THE OTHER LEFT!” she began to yell at her body before finally, her hands met the hard surface of her new horns.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she hoisted herself up, rotated her head the right way around and with a wet squelch, plopped it back in place as she cracked her neck a few times.

“Well that takes care of that I suppose”  she mumbled, but as she looked down, she discovered WHY it took her body so long to catch up as her left arm and most of her right leg also were missing.

Wriggling them…or well…trying to, she felt the pile of parts she was sitting on shift, quickly confirming that they were indeed in the cart as she huffed “Well….now to dig up the rest of me….never thought I’d ever say those words….” Tho she’d quickly be cut off as the individual pulling the cart turned around, his attention caught by the sounds behind him

“Hu, wasn’t expecting ya to wake up so soon, missy”  a pale, skeletal looking man with black, empty eye sockets stared back at Pink.

He was dressed in what she could only describe was “old-timey”  clothes as his face was framed by fancy looking sideburns, which seamlessly faded into a impressive handlebar mustache

Uncomfortably chuckling to the man, Pink raised her left arm stump “Uhm….hi there…..s-sir…..maybe you could give me a hand?”  as she wiggled the stump around awkwardly “Get it? “Hand”?”

This caused the man to blink a few times, before giving her a hearty belly laugh “Oh, I like you, lass, and to think I was gonna serve you up for dinner to my wife”

Pink chuckled “Hehe, yea good one” before pausing for a second “holdupyouwantedtoWHATNOW?!”  as by this time, they passed a sign.

Managing to peer over the edge of the cart, Pink’s eyes went wide in horror as she read the words “Welcome to cannibal town” as she sarcastically mumbled to herself “Oh golly….how wonderful…”

To Pink’s delight however, the streets were clean and the people there seemed polite, albeit a bit unnerving with their hollow, black eye sockets and large, toothy smiles, filled with razor sharp teeth.

Coming to a stop, the old-timey man would offer Pink a hand as he helped her out of the cart, before sitting her down on a nearby bench as he began to dig around in the pile of parts “You a new arrival, miss? You still smell of the living world”

Sighing, she responded “Yea….died about a week ago…..still taking it all in” as not long after, the man handed her a….well….hand….HER hand.

Thanking him with an awkward chuckle, she reattached her left arm as now, only her right leg was still missing.

“Never caught your name by the way”  the man spoke as he dug around the pile of parts, occasionally throwing an arm or a leg over his shoulder.

“Uhm…P-Pink….sir…Pink Neon….” At which the man turned around, her right leg hoisted under his arm as he gave her a smile….a very large….sharp toothed smile, which send shivers across Pink’s spine “The name’s Oscar, a pleasure to meet you, dear”  as he gave a polite bow.

 Not long after this, Pink was once again standing on 2 legs as she did a few stretches “Ok, note to self, watch out for explosions better next time…..fuck that hurt” before approaching the man “Uhm…t-thanks sir Oscar…sir…I owe you one, I guess” as the man just swung an arm around the new sinner “Oh nonsense dear, you seem like a good lass”  as he dragged her with him “I was just about to drop off my delivery, care to join me perhaps?”

Wincing, Pink gave the man an awkward smile “I really don’t want to keep you from your work, sir Oscar” tho the man was having none of it “Oh nonsense, if you’d be a bother, I’d have told you so”  before jokingly giving her a elbow jab “OR I’d have taken a bite out of you by now, HOHOHO”

Even with the knowledge that this man was a cannibal, Pink couldn’t help but chuckle in the presence of this weirdly jolly man as she thought to herself “Eh….i mean….IF I get eaten, I’ll probably just pull myself together eventually….i’m already dead, what’s the worst that can happen?” as she followed the jovial man into some kind of boutique, the sign above the door saying “Rosie’s emporium”

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Pink here, I didn’t know it at the time, but I had just met my first actual friend here in hell, and in a few minutes, I was about to meet another one…..a VERY influential one…..which leads me tooooooo:

Lesson nr2: Making a friend here and there can go a loooong way….

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Chapter 2:

Fearsome friends

As Pink followed Oscar inside, he would give a friendly wave to a tall, imposing woman with a large hat, decorated with skulls and feathers “Rosie dear, I got your delivery” before he glanced at the woman next to him “Well….minus one, this one was just too polite to eat”

The woman would excuse herself as she quickly made her way out from behind the counter of the store and approached the man “Oh Oscar dear, don’t worry about it, I still got more than enough stock to keep me going until next week’s delivery” before her eyes scanned over the pink skinned girl, who just gave her an uncomfortable smile as she waved awkwardly “H-hello miss…..l-lovely shop you got here…”

The tall woman would giggle “Oh such a polite one, my aren’t you sweet, I could almost eat you up”  to which Pink Neon took an uncomfortable step back, causing the tall woman to laugh “Oh don’t worry dearest, I was just joking” in a charming trans-Atlantic accent.

Swinging an arm around Pink, the man known as Oscar would gesture to the tall lady “Pink, dear, I want you to meet Rosie, the fiercest overlord on this side of the pentagram”  at which the tall woman blushed as she waved a hand “Oh Oscar, you charmer, you”

Cocking her head, Pink spoke in confusion “What’s…..an overlord?”

At this, the tall woman perked up “Oh? Don’t know what an overlord is? You must be a new arrival then, aren’t ya, sweetness?”

Nodding, Pink awkwardly rubbed the back of her head “Y-yea….only been here for a week….kinda just been sulking in an alleyway…”

At this, she suddenly heard the sound of a bell behind her, signaling someone had entered the emporium, but as Pink turned around, her curiosity getting the better of her, her heart stopped.

There stood a figure dressed in red, what appeared to be big, fluffy ears sticking out from the top of his head as he wielded a cane, topped with an old-timey looking radio microphone…..and a wide….yellow…..smile….

She had met this man before…..and almost got caught in a deal……

“Alastor, darling, how’ve you been?” the tall woman, which Pink now had come to know as “Rosie”  approached the man casually and gave him a hug “Oh the usual really, Rosie my dear”  before he peered at Pink “Tho I definitely wasn’t expecting a familiar face here”  he sneered in sadistic glee.

Rosie would exchange a glance between the man in red and the succubus like sinner “Oh? The 2 of you met before?” as she playfully poked him “Isn’t she a bit too young for you?” after which she gave Pink a wink.

“Rosie my dear, remember how I told you a week ago about “the one that got away”?”

Rosie perked up “Oh, that’s HER?!” to which Alastor nodded before addressing the pink skinned woman “I’ll have to give it to you, my dear, you got a sharp eye. Keep that razor sharp wit of yours and you’ll make it far down here” as he gave her a polite bow, causing Pink to find him allot more pleasant then the first time she had met him…..Alastor….or as she came to know….the infamous “radio demon”…

It wasn’t long before the radio demon had left to god knows where as Pink had found herself having tea with the tall owner of the emporium “So….you’re a new arrival hu?”

Sighing, Pink would stir her spoon in the little teacup she was holding “It’s….all allot to take in….cannibals….murder….sex….drugs….” to which Rosie giggled “Well is it really murder if no one can really die?”  before she exchanged a knowing glance with Oscar “I mean, my dear friend Oscar here has told me you already experienced that first hand”

Pink would nod “Yea….to say that explosion hurt would be…..a gross understatement”  before she’d glance down at her tea cup “but I suppose if I’m going to spend eternity here, I’m going to need a place to stay…..a-and a job…”

At this, Rosie seemed to gain an almost predatory grin, even if for a moment, tho she could almost see it in her eyes, she reconsidered as her expression softened “Well, dear, I could help you with that”

Putting her now empty cup down, Pink politely bowed her head “Thank you miss Rosie, but if I’m going to spend eternity down here, I’m going to have to learn how to do things on my own.

Giving her a understanding nod, Rosie spoke up “That’s more than understandable, sweetness. Just know you always got a friend here in cannibal town”  before Oscar cleared his throat “Oh I’m sorry dear, I mean 2”  Rosie corrected herself with a giggle, tho shortly after, she pulled out what looked like a business card “But if you ever need anything….” Before she leaned in “OR if you find yourself craving something more then just beef….you know where to find me, ok sweetness?”  as she handed Pink the card.

Giving her an awkward smile, Pink answered “I uhm….don’t think I’ll ever take you up on that second offer….b-but thanks anyway” as she pocketed the card.

A little while later and Pink found herself leaving what she came to know as cannibal town, running her fingers over the business card, before raising her gaze upwards, towards the tall, golden, imposing clocktower in the middle of the city…..

“Hmm…I wonder what that’s for…”

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Haha….yea, I remember once wondering what in the fresh Kentucky fried fuck that clocktower was for……oh sweet, innocent summer child I was…….

Yea when they said hell was gonna SUCK, they really weren’t kidding…..

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Chapter 3:

Help wanted

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It’s funny when you think of it, and with funny I mean sad…..that even down in hell, if you want to make things even a little bit more bearable for yourself…..GUESS WHAT?! YOU HAVE TO FIND A FUCKING JOB!!

It’s almost like wasting away from 9 to 5 a day is incredibly mind numbing and soul crushing hahaha…..OH WAIT IT IS!!

So, tough little lesson, buuuuuuuut…

Lesson nr3: like it or not….but swallow your pride and get a job…trust me, your future self will thank you…

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After leaving the comforts of cannibal town, Pink had been sort of roaming the city for a few days now, pangs of hunger gnawing at her insides, knowing that dying of starvation wasn’t exactly a thing, tho that didn’t make this feeling any less pleasant.

That was until she finally came across a building with a sign upfront.

Looking up at the marquis hanging above the door, she’d narrow her gaze as she read the words “Hmm…..divebar “the aftertaste”….this place looks like shit….”  As her gaze shifted down to the sign in the window “Help wanted” as she thought to herself “Well….it’s better than nothing, I suppose….”

She swallowed her pride, puffed up her chest and strolled inside, pushing the door open and walking up to the bar with purpose.

As she entered, there hung a dingy smell in the air, like you’d find in a damp basement, the wooden floorboards creaking under every one of her steps.

Letting her gaze wander more, she’d become aware of the wooden wainscot on the wall being poorly maintained, the wallpaper on the walls above it almost peeling off, the few bits of exposed drywall, as well as the ceiling stained yellow from years and years of cigarette smoke.

The entire place looked gross, grungy and in a rather poor state, which made Pink wince as she wondered that if this was what the general bar area looked like, she definitely did NOT want to see the state of the bathrooms. In fact, Pink was surprised at that there were actual customers inside at all, sitting at tables, drowning their sorrows.

“Why do people even come here? This place is an absolute shithole” she mumbled, before the sound of a throat being cleared caught her attention.

Turning towards the bar, her eyes met those of a man looking somewhere between a ragdoll and a voodoo doll, as he gestured to the sign hanging above the bar, showing the list of drinks and the prices.

“Ah…..cheap booze….that’s why…” to which the man behind the bar smirked as he piped up “Why else?”  as he put his hands down onto the bartop and gave her a smile “So, what can I get ya, new girl?”

Cocking up an eyebrow, Pink strolled up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools “You’re the 3^rd one today to tell me that, is it that obvious?”

The ragdoll looking sinner chuckled under his breath with his eyes closed in a cocky manner “You kidding me? You still REEK of the living world, it’s a dead giveaway”

Giving him a narrow eyed, confused look, Pink Neon lifted up one of her arms and gave her armpit a few sniffs “I….don’t smell anything”

The man just laughed “Hehe, yea we’ve all been there at some point, trust me, trust me, after a few years, you’ll recognize it when you smell it”  as he leaned down onto one arm on the bar top “So new girl, is this a “lets let loose”  or a “drinking to forget”  kinda night?”

Sighing, Pink spoke “More a “I gotta figure out how to spend the rest of eternity” kinda night” which caused the man behind the bar to ponder “Well….i can whip up something new….”  As he began to pull out bottles of various boozes and began to mix and match, whatever the drink was becoming….it was strong…

Eventually, the man finished his creation and slid it towards the pink skinned woman, who took a curious sip “Hu….not bad….could use a hit of sweet still tho”

Raising a curious eyebrow, the ragdoll sinner took a sip too “Oh…oh shit you’re right” as he whipped out a bottle of almond liqueur and added half a shot “Anything else I might need to add?”

Pink Neon quickly found herself connecting with this man as not long after, she had climbed over the bar, joining him as by now, she herself was mixing up something of her own creation.

Finishing her little “franken-cocktail”  she poured 2 glasses as she handed the sinner bartender one “Here’s to hoping” as she held up her glass. Giving her a smirk, the man dinked his glass against hers as he piped  “Cheers sister, I’ll drink to that”  and as they both took a big gulp, they both started coughing.

“Holy shit, that puts hair on your chest!!” the ragdoll man spoke.

Pink barely managed to catch her breath as she wheezed out “Chest? This puts hair on your fucking EYEBALLS!!” tho she’s take a careful second sip “It’s….not bad tho….”

Chuckling, the man would join her “Yea no, you’re right, it’s pretty good”  as he too took another sip, now knowing what to expect “What’re ya naming it?”

“Well….”  Pink thought “This week has been an absolute shitstorm…..how about “the shit-storm special”?”

Releasing a loud laugh, he patted her on the back “wow…”the shit-storm special”…I like it”

A little later and Pink once again found herself on her barstool as the man was now cleaning a few glasses “So…I saw the sign upfront….in the window”

“Oh shit, you here for the job hu?” the man spoke.

Pink nodded as she looked behind her at the few patrons that occupied the establishment “This your bar?”

The man chuckled “Mine? Nah, I’m just a humble bartender, I just work here, owner’s name is Hudson” after which he grumbled under his breath “The fucking cheapskate bastard…” before his mood once again returned to normal as he held out his hand “The name is Terry by the way” to which the succubus like sinner eagerly shook it “Pink Neon, pleasure meeting ya”

Hearing her name, Terry too a step back and gave her a once over “Hu….not many people who can live up to their name” as he chuckled before he asked “So…”Pink Neon” ……excluding your little creation from before……ever made cocktails?”

At this, Pink awkwardly began rubbing the back of her head as she giggled uncomfortably “Uhhhhmmmm……mommy and daddy were kinda loaded….never had to work a day in my life…..until I pissed off the wrong folks and ended up at the bottom of a lake with a cinderblock tied to my neck….”

Wincing, Terry just spoke “….yikes….” at which Pink shrugged “Eh….was kinda asking for it, I was a major bitch…..kinda got a reality check when….well…”  she gestured outside of the window “….when my behavior got me send to literal hell…..”

Giving her a finger snap, Terry nodded “Touché’” as he gestured to the spot next to him behind the bar “Hop on over, girly, ima show ya the ropes” and as Pink once again hopped over the bar, Terry handed her a apron similar to what he was wearing as he began to put down bottles.

“Alright, let’s start with an easy one, ever had a “Sex on the beach”?”

To which Pink chuckled “You mean the activity or…..?” as Terry gave her a playful pat on the back of the head, imitating a smack as he joked “I meant the drink, blondie” he’d smirk at her attempt of humor.

Pink chuckled as she spoke “Alright, alright, I yield”  before giggling “And yes to both” which caused Terry to snort out a laugh as he began to instruct her on how to make the drink.

As the 2 of them spend a good portion of the day practicing making drinks, eventually, Pink couldn’t help but wander “Wait…if this bar isn’t yours….shouldn’t your boss be the one to hire me?”

Terry shrugged “Eh, Hudson really doesn’t give a shit, he’s the one owning the place and paying folks….ok it’s as little as he can get away with but pay is pay….so if I told him I hired ya, he’s not gonna care, as long as you show up on time and do your job”

“Is he really that bad” Pink asked.

She’d quickly get her answer as Terry began to laugh loudly before suddenly dropping to a monotone, serious tone “HAHAHAHAHA , you have no idea…..” with a deadpan face “He kinda owns this block, rents out the apartments on the floors above, and the bottom floor? That’s his “pride and joy”…”  as Terry gestured to the dingy state of the bar.

“The after taste” he spoke “Atmosphere is shit, there’s mold everywhere….but hey, booze is cheap and you got a roof over your head” Terry hadn’t finished his sentence of the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard approaching as a large, lumbering shadow blocked the light shining through the opaque windows of the front doors as Terry began to mumble

“Uhg….when you speak of the devil…..”

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Chapter 4:

Got a room?

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There are those times when, if an opportunity presents itself, ya just gotta take it….for me it was this job….plus the possibility of an roof over my head…however…this leads me to a valuable lesson I learned not long after..

Lesson nr4: Don’t take no shit from other demons…..uuuuuuunless they’re bigger then you….like….ALLOT bigger…

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As the heavy footsteps stopped, the doors of the bar swung open as a giant, lumbering shape walked in.

The man resembled a boar, down to the bristly mane of hair running over his head, neck and back, as wel as the large tusks he sported.

Leaning closer to her newfound friend, Pink whispered “Who the fuck is THAT?”

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Terry mumbled “THAT…..is Hudson…..and he’s a pig of a man, in every definition of the word….”

The large boar man would come to a stop in front of the bar, glaring down the lowly bartender, who just stared up, sweat forming on his brow “H-Hudson sir?”

When the only response he got was a low, gruff grunt through the boar man’s nose, Terry continued “W-we got someone w-who responded to the…h-help wanted sign”

To this, Pink tried to be as polite as possible as she stuck out her hand “Hello sir, name’s Pink Neon, I heard you’re looking for employees?”

The large man did not say a word, he just glared down at the shorter woman, letting his eyes glide over her.

Finally, he’d lean in, his face close enough where Pink could take in his smell…..and it was NOT good.

“Can yeh make drinks?” He spoke in a deep, gruff, gravelly voice.    Terry piped up, slightly shaking “W-we are in the middle of training her actually”.  Hudson just gave him a glance before returning his attention to the pink skinned woman, taking some glances at her 80’s style clothes “ ‘The hell are yeh fookin’  wearin’ ? yeh some kinda skank or somethin’ ?”

This caused Pink to scrunch up her nose, no matter how big this guy was, she was NOT going to just let him insult her to her face.

“I’ll have you know SIR, this was THE trend around when I died, which was only a fucking week ago, so no, I “Ain’t no skank” sir”

Terry stood there, completely frozen, ees wide in horror as Hudson was now huffing angrily through his nose, tho with his size and boar like form, it sounded more like growling.

Terry would wince when suddenly, Hudson yelled as he grabbed a nearby chair and threw it against the wall, against which it would splinter into a hundred small pieces as Terry duck under the bar for cover.

Pinning Pink down with both arms and he slammed his meaty hands down onto the bartop, Hudson towered over the much smaller sinner as he raised his voice “NOW LISTEN HERE YEH FOOKIN’  SKANK, IF YEH WANA WORK IN MY BAR, YOU FOLLOW MY FOOKIN’  RULES, YEH SAVVY?!!”

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Yea……ever heard of “fuck around and find out?”    …..yeeeeeeaaaaaa….i hadn’t…..not yet anyway not until now..….So

lesson nr5: fuck around and find out….. and don’t say I didn’t warn you…

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Pink was shaking on her hooves as she shrunk in on herself “OfcoursesirHudsoni’msosorry”. Slowly raising a single hand above the bar, Terry softly whimpered “S-she’s….a-also interested in renting one of the units on the floors above….mister Hudson, sir…”

Squinting his eyes at Terry and then at Pink, he huffed again “Oh…is that so?” Now understanding why Terry wasn’t particularly fond of his boss, Pink softly spoke “Y-yes sir….”

The large boar man would narrow his eyes again, tho this time in curiosity as he began to sniff the air around the poor girl before piping up “….so…yeh a new arrival or sumthin’?”

Pink just softly spoke “Y-yes sir, as I said before, only arrived a week ago”

He seemed almost in deep thought, before sighing “Alright missy…..ah’m gonna make ONE exception for yeh….Terry here will be in charge of yer training….first 3 months, no rent….to get yer shit sorted out and build up yer paycheck….but after, I expect the rent to show up EVERY 20^th of the month, understood, missy?” he spoke as he pointed a stern, hooved finger at her.

Pink just bolted upright, giving the boar demon a salute “YES SIR”

Grunting in response, Hudson just scratched his ass as he spoke “Good….now I need a fookin’ nap”  as he lumbered back out of the bar..

At this, Terry slowly got out from behind the bar as he wiped some sweat from his brow “Phew, that could’ve gotten ugly….” As he turned towards Pink “You’re lucky he was in a good mood today”

To which Pink nodded with a smile, before rubbernecking into his direction with wide eyes…

“Holdup, wait THAT WAS HIS GOOD SIDE?!”

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Chapter 5:

The terrible truth

Ever since applying for a job at “the aftertaste” about 3 weeks ago, Pink’s situation had improved….not by allot, but at least she didn’t have to go hungry.

It was a regular night in the pride ring as the bar slowly filled up with patrons and Pink was well on her way of making drinks when the rush died down a little, allowing her and her new friend and colleague, Terry to chat for a bit, all the while Pink Neon had pulled out that business card she was given by that nice lady with the hat….what was her name again? Rosie? And what was the thing that Oscar called her…..

“Say Terry” Pink piped up, catching her colleague’s attention, who perked up “What’s up, blondie?” as he’d grabbed a bottle of water from behind the bar and took a few sips.

“What’s an overlord?”

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Small little bonus lesson inbetween: Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to…..

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At this, Terry spat out his drink and started pounding his chest while coughing loudly before he turned to the succubus like sinner “You don’t know what an overlord is?!”

Casually shaking her head, Pink would pocket the business card again “are they….bad?”

Giving her a uncomfortable grimace, Terry began rubbing the back of his head “Well…..i guess it depends on the overlord….” As he reached under the bar and pulled out a notepad and a pen as he began making small doodles.

“Ok so….as you now know, hell consists of 7 rings, right?”

Pink nodded.

“And on the other rings, there live hellborn demons…..you see….hellborn demons, like humans back on earth, have a finite lifespan, they will age and eventually die. They also have no soul….so when they die, they kinda just…..disappear….”  as he pointed to the crude scribbles of imps, succubi and other hellborn demons “We however….are sinner demons….we have human souls…..which can’t really be destroyed….it’s part of the whole “eternal suffering and torment”  thing”

So far, Pink could still follow, tho this still didn’t answer her question “Yea ok….but that still doesn’t tell me what an overlord it”

Holding up his index finger, Terry piped up “Yea, don’t worry, I’m getting to that” as he made another few scribbles and pointed to them “BECAUSE we have souls….we can bind thise of others to ours….this is called a demonic pact or a deal….you can either make a deal for a favor, where, if I were to do something for you and we made a deal over it, you are now OBLIGATED to return that favor when I decide to cash it in…”

Pink at this time was listening attentively.

“And the other type of deal….is where someone sells their soul to gain something…..which grants the owner of said soul some power and full control over the soul, to do with whatever they want” after which he’d point to a final scribble “and THIS….is what makes one…an  “overlord”…”

“When they own a soul?” Pink asked, to which Terry responded “Well….more when they own SEVERAL souls…the pride ring holds some VERY powerful overlords, they own THOUSANDS of souls…”  as he whipped out his phone and with a quick search, began to bring up a series of photos “These are some of THE ruling powers of the pride ring….you do NOT wana fuck with them”

Pink gazed upon the pictures, she saw a large dinosaur looking woman with bright hair…..a trio, consisting of a doll looking woman, a tall moth demon and what looked like a man in blue with a TV for a head….a tall, looming spider looking man with a tophat……a terrifying tall, spindly looking woman with an eerie, wide, fanged smile and 8 red glowing eyes…..a woman who looked like a cross between a human, a sea monster and a harpy……that all too familiar man in red she came to know as Alastor, the radio demon……and suddenly…..the tall, pale woman with the large hat that she met.

“Oh it’s Rosie, I met her, she was lovely”

To this, Terry’s eyes went wide and his face turned pale “YOU MET THE CANNIBAL QUEEN?! AND YOU’RE STILL IN ONE PIECE?!”

Pink smiled as she pulled out the business card “Yea, we had tea. She told me that if I ever needed anything, I’d always have a friend in cannibal town”

Terry just looked at her, dumbfounded “You….arrived in hell….and in a week….made friends with an overlord….wow, pink, you really are something else” to which Pink giggled “Eh, what can I say “as she put on a cutesy pout “I mean, come on, how can ya say no to this face? I’m fucking adorable”

However, it was then that Terry swiped to the next image…..

“Who….is….that….” Pink said, in awe of the intimidating figure on the picture.

Sighing, Terry spoke “That….might just be one of the most powerful and influential overlords that the pride ring has to offer….her influence has trickled down all the way down to the other rings….”  As he tapped the screen, zooming in on the woman….

Her long, silver hair, sporting a single black streak, was tied up into a set of 2 giant horns, her skin a light grey as a mask like marking covered her eyes….which burned a bright red, start white irises framing slitted pupils…

Her hands were large….really large….and a pure white, in stark contrast to the black and silver clothes she wore….this woman radiated authority and respect….

“That….my dear friend…is the top arms dealer of hell…..even other hellborn demons come to her….if you want the best of the best, you buy Carmine craft……this woman….is the angelic arms dealer, Carmilla Carmine….”

To this, Pink perked up “Wait…angelic?” to which Terry nodded.       “She and her daughters scour the battlefield after the exterminations, collect the weapons left behind and melt them down, turning them into some of the best firearms on the market”

Pink took this all in….before she suddenly piped up “Wait, what do you mean “exterminations?”

Terry would look at her with wide eyes as he realized what he had just said “Ah….yea probably should have told you about those….”

“About WHAT, Terry?!” Pink sternly spoke.

Sighing in defeat, the ragdoll sinner spoke “Well…..as you already know….hell has an overpopulation problem…” to which Pink nodded “Weeeeeel……you see…..heaven….fearing an uprising….maaaaaay have decided to…..”

Pink was now practically hanging from his lips “may have decided to “WHAT” Terry?!”

Giving her an awkward grimace, he finished “…..kinda….send a whole legion of angels down here once a year and cull the populous”

Pink just stared at him with a blank expression “……what…..b-but I thought you said that we sinners couldn’t die….”

Giving another awkward smile, the ragdoll man continued “Well…yes and no….you see…..there is ONE thing that can permanently kill us….angelic steel….” To which Pink’s face twisted into an expression of horror “…..if an angel strikes you down…..there’s no coming back….your soul gets destroyed…you seize to exist…..you’re gone….for good….”  As Terry solemnly looked down.

Seeing this, Pink took a few minutes to piece it together, as she gently put a hand on his arm “You’ve….lost someone important to you….haven’t you?”Terry didn’t look up, he just nodded without making eye contact… “My boyfriend…..i haven’t been able to love since…..it’s been 5 years….and I still miss him….”

He’d suddenly be pulled into a tight hug “I’m….so sorry you had to go through that”

Managing to regain his composure, Terry shook it off as he pointed to the large, golden clocktower in the middle of the city, able to be seen in the distance through the window of the dingy bar “That over there is the countdown clock……you’re lucky, you arrived just shortly after the last extermination, so, you won’t have to deal with that for another year or so”

Looking at the large, shining, white and gold building, where Pink first found it rather beautiful, this knowledge had stripped it of any elegance and grace it once had…..as it loomed over them in the distance….almost mocking them….

“Oh….i see….” Pink spoke as a cruel, cold realization set in “…so that’s what that clock is for…..”

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Chapter 6:

Self discovery

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I wish I could tell you my first extermination was full of thrills and a harrowing escape, but if I have to be painfully blunt, it was rather uneventful and kinda pathetic.

Spend most of the day hiding in a dumpster until those feathered angel bitches left….yea I know, I’m a coward….but a coward that fucking LIVED…from that point on, you kinda get used to the idea…..

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Slowly cracking open the door of “the aftertaste”, Pink shuffled her way inside, hair a mess, covered in scrapes and reeking of trash….but she was alive…

Slowly making her way towards the bar on shaky legs, she’s glance up at a familiar face. Her new buddy and coworker, Terry, looking equally roughed up, dark rings under his eyes as he was busy mixing up a drink “whipped ya up one of those “shit-storm specials”  of yours……you look like ya need one” he spoke, and as Pink sat down on one of the barstools just as Terry would put the glass down on the bar and slide it her way.

As Pink took a healthy gulp of the strong drink, she’d wince as the alcohol burned in her throat to which Terry would pipe up with a tired smirk “Congratulations on surviving your first extermination day, new girl”. Pink sighed “It’s been about a year now, you still calling me “new girl”?”. Terry would chuckle “Well if you put it in perspective, I’ve been here for a LOOOOOONG ass time, way longer than you, so compared to me, yes, you’re the new girl”

A little bantering back and forth managed to break the tension and stress of her first extermination day, all tho it did bring along a whole slew of shit and new trauma to unpack….but that’d come later.

Pink was just about to dive into her 14^th  celebratory drink when the doors of the bar opened and 3 feminine figures waltzed in.

“Eh….figured the promise of cheap booze would lure some of those in eventually” which caught Pink’s attention as she turned around and spoke up “What are you talking aboo…..oh….oh my…”

Her eyes went wide “W-who….who ARE they?”

“Never seen one of them before? Seriously? It’s been a whole ass fucking year” after which Terry shrugged “You’ve met imps before, right? Well…..those…are ALSO hellborn demons….succubi…”

Pink couldn’t help but notice how many traits she had in common with these demonesses in her current form.

Giving herself a quick once over to confirm, the resemblances really were uncanny, the only think she was missing being the distinct pair of wings these women had.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Pink got up and approached the women “Uhm…ladies? Hope I’m not interrupting anything”

The succubi just gave her an unimpressed, uninterested glance as one of them spoke up “Yea….the fuck ya want?”

Wincing at this, Pink gave an awkward smile as she asks “S-sorry, didn’t mean to bother but…I can’t help but wonder…”  as she gestured to their wings “Those look a tad….small….can you actually fly with those?” before she held up her hands defensively “U-unless I just asked something VERY inappropriate, I mean no offence, I’m just curious…..it’s my first year down here….e-everything is still kinda new to me”

Pink didn’t know why but there was something about these women, this weird fluttering in her lower belly….it made her really nervous….these….gorgeous women…..wait what?

Raising their brows in surprise, one of the demoness es spoke up “Hu, you’re polite for a sinner” before her whole attitude softened “It’s a nice change of pace”

Pink just giggled nervously “I mean, you hellborns were here first, right? It’s kinda your turf after all”

Chuckling to each other, the succubi would change their whole attitude towards the pink woman as the one Pink Neon had been talking to would playfully bounce on her toes, before beginning to hover slightly, her wings extending a bit, becoming bigger as she began to fly small circles around her.

Looking on in wide eyed wonder, Pink just mumbled “Wow….wicked…..ok gotta admit, I’m a little jealous….wish I had wings…”

Landing once again, the 3 hellborn women exchanged a knowing glance as they would position themselves on either side of the sinner “Say….you’re kinda cute” one of them said as the other one finished “You doing anything later today?” as they fluttered their large lashes at Pink before the 3^rd one finished “We can think of several things to do”

Her face bright red, Pink had been reduced to a fumbling mess as all she could do was make these nervous, high pitched mumble noises as steam blew from her ears “why did these girls have such an effect on me? I’m straight, I’m not into women……right?......RIGHT?!”

As much as Pink wanted to deny it, the obvious attraction was there. Throwing a pleading glance at Terry, it was almost as if she was wordlessly begging him “Terry help me out here!”

The ragdoll sinner just smirked as he poured her a drink and held out the glass for her to grab “Some liquid courage, you’re gonna need it, new girl”

Begrudgingly accepting the drink with an awkward smile, Pink mumbled to the man “NOT helping, Terry” to which the man just gave her the fingerguns and a wink as he whispered “Go get ‘em, tiger”

Looking down at the glass, and then at the 3 gorgeous demon women, glancing at her expectantly, Pink sighed before she downed the glass, strutted up to the 3 of them and tried to put on her most confident smile as she swung her arms around the 3 “Well ladies….what’s the plan?”

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Plopping onto her back, sweat running down her forehead, Pink caught her breath as the 3 succubi currently cuddled up to her.

“Well Pink…..you did it…..not sure how, but your “straight”  ass just had a threesome with 3 gorgeous demon chicks…..” she thought to herself, but glancing down, she just KNEW she couldn’t possibly call herself straight anymore….

As she let her gaze glide over the succubi…..it just confirmed it even more “fuck….they’re still hot….” As she tried imagining a large, muscled man “but…..men are hot too….”

Her next thought would be this new concept she was introduced to…..a patron she helped at the bar a few days prior….neither man nor woman….what was it again they called themselves? Nonbinary?.....thinking a little on it, she had to admit….”Yea no….they were hot too….”

“I can see the gears in your head turning” this voice snapped the sinner woman out of her thoughts as she glanced next to her, her own eyes meeting the glowing, yellow ones of one of the succubi “I know that look in someone’s eyes…..you just made a discovery about yourself, you just had a sexual awakening, didn’t you?” she spoke with a sensual smirk.

“What do you mean?” Pink asked, confused.

“Isn’t it obvious?” the succubus purred into her ear “You….used to think you were straight, didn’t you?….well, I have a little newsflash for ya, so is spaghetti, until you get it wet” she chuckled, which caused Pink to break out into a deep blush.

The succubus just sat up, on her haunches as she playfully poked Pink on the nose “You, girly….just discovered……that you are bisexual”

Pink was left with more questions than answers, she’d heard of gay and lesbian before in her narrow circle before she died….but this….this was new….”Uhm…..and that means?”

The demon woman giggled “Gosh, you’re cute”  as she stuck out her forked tongue at her “It means you are attracted to both your own sex and others, men, women, nonbinary folks, they can all be attractive to you, aren’t they?”. This gave the sinner woman some thought, yes she always found people hot, but she had always assumed that’s just how things were “So….not everyone finds everyone else hot?”

The succubi shook her head “Nope”  as she pointed to one of the other 2 succubi currently cuddling up to Pink “Hersha here likes people regardless of their gender, that’s called pansexual” before addressing the second succubus “And Trish here, is…much like you, Bi”

She then pointed at herself “As for me, I like women and women exclusively, I’m a lesbian” before she extended a hand “Name’s Courtney by the way, Courtney Lovington”

 “You always fuck people first before introducing yourself?” Pink accepted the handshake with a mischievous giggle “the name’s Pink, Pink Neon”

Courtney giggled “Hey you took our offer, pot calling the kettle black much?” to which Pink snapped her fingers at them “Touché”

The succubus giggled “Oh I like you, you’re not like those other sinners” as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand of Pink’s apartment, the place they ended up having their little encounter at as she began to go through her phone “Ya know, there’s this party next week one town over, ever been to Imp city?” to which Pink responded “I’ve heard it being mentioned, also in pride, right?” to which Courtney nodded.

“Got a couple friends I wana introduce ya to, I think you’d get along with them, they’re hellborn, like us, imps, hellhounds, name it. It’s gonna be fun”

Pink smiled “After extermination day, I could use a distraction yea….”

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Oh boy….that was a whole different can of worms to unpack……not proud to say it, but in my living days, I used to be kind of a bigot…….well, guess they showed me…..turns out I’m one of the gays….

Now tho? Nah, I’m not afraid to say it, girls are hot, boys are hot, nonbinary folks are hot, WHY IS EVERYONE HOT?!

Which leads me toooooo:

Lesson nr.6: You are going to make some discoveries about yourself you never thought of before, just roll with them, accept yourself for who you are and just try to have fun with it.

For me? It was realizing I was bisexual, who’d have thought? Well I certainly didn’t.

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Chapter 7:

Making connections

Strolling up to what seemed to be this abandoned factory like building, Pink still felt weird.

It was a week ago that she had encountered the 3 succubi and somehow ended up in a threesome with them.

Discovering her attraction for not only the same gender as her, but pretty much all others……and now, here she was, invited as one of the only sinners to a party mostly for hellborn demons….

The closer she got to the building, the more she became aware of the loud, thumping music that was reverberating through the walls, loud enough to be heard from outside…..yea this was the right address alright….

Strutting up to a door, Pink became visibly nervous when she made eye contact with the large, muscular hellhound duo guarding the entrance, a man and a woman, tho both were rippling with muscle and covered in scars.

The sight of both these intimidating demons, plus Pink’s recent bisexual awakening send the poor sinner girl into a full blown bi-panic as she became a stuttering, fumbling mess when the 2 large hounds stared her down “No sinners, hellborn only” the large man spoke, his muzzle pulling into an intimidating growl.

He was quickly reined in by his female counterpart tho, as the female hellhound piped up “One sec Apex, I believe this might be the girl Courtney was talking about”  as the muscular hellhound woman gave her a smirk “Pink Neon I presume?”

Staring up at the both of them in awe, Pink couldn’t help but subconsciously mutter out “Fuck….hot….”  before she snapper herself back to reality, realizing what she’d just said and breaking out into a deep blush “Y-YES, COURTNEY INVITED ME, I’M SO SORRY” As she stumbled to pull out her phone, almost dropping it a few times before finally getting a hold of it and showing the 2 of them her invitation.

At this, the hellhound man relaxed a bit “Ah why didn’t you just start with that? Courtney’s a good judge of character, any friend of our Courtz is a friend of ours” as he stepped aside and opened the door, allowing the pink skinned sinner entry.

Sighing in relief, Pink was about to step inside, tho as she passed the hounds, the man would chuckle as the woman took a firm hold of Pink’s shoulder, before slipping a piece of paper with a number on it into the sinner’s cleavage “Don’t think we didn’t hear ya calling me and my boyfriend hot….you’re cute for a sinner….” And as Pink walked in, face now bright red, she’d turn around to glance at the hellhound duo, as the both of them gave her the “Call us” gesture before returning to guard duty.

“PINK, YA MADE IT” A cheery voice piped up and before she knew it, Pink was startled as an all too familiar succubus had flung herself around her neck “How ya been, ya slut?” as she suddenly noticed the paper sticking out from her cleavage.

Seeing this, Courtney smirked “So, already made friends with Apex and Talon, hu?”  at which Pink nervously chuckled “Y-yea….they seem….n-nice….albeit a bit rough”

“They have to be”  Courtney piped up as she swung an arm around Pink’s shoulder, the other holding a red solo cup filled with booze as she walked her towards what looked like an improvised bar.

“They’re hired muscle….but they’re also old friends of mine, they volunteered. Wanted to pay them but they refused, said it was just a “favor for a friend”  and told me not to worry about it……they’re good folk” as she gestured to the shark like demon behind the bar before returning to Pink “So, what ya in the mood for? We got all sorts of booze. Name it and we got it. Even got some imported stuff from the human world”

Pink’s eyes lit up as she saw a tall imp walk away with a cup willed with a deep, golden yellow liquid, the sound of bee buzzing emitting from it as a strong, sweet scent hit her nose “What….is….THAT?”

Seeing this unfold, Courtney laughed as she turned towards the barman “Say no more, girl. One beelzejuice coming up”

It wasn’t much later when Courtney and Pink had made their way to a large crack in the wall of the old factory, leading to a fenced off area outside where a bonfire was set up, several demons of varying shapes and sizes dancing, laughing, making out and overall enjoying themselves.

When they laid eyes on Pink, they seemed a bit hostile at first, narrowing their eyes as if asking what a sinner was doing here, but those thoughts were quickly broke off as Courtney swung an arm around Pink, pulling her close as she threw the other in the air in excitement as she spoke “Don’t worry folks, Pink here’s one of the good ones, she’s chill”

This quickly seemed to put the crowd at ease as quite a few of the demons eagerly approached the sinner, sentences like “Courtz, why didn’t you say so sooner?”  and “Well any friend of Courtz is a friend of mine” as Pink Neon found herself quickly growing acquainted with quite a few of the hellborn crowd.

It wasn’t long before she had found herself properly buzzed on alcohol, dancing wildly around the bonfire, half empty solo cup in hand as she loudly blared along with the music, several demons of varying species, shapes and sizes joining her.

A tall, looming shape would emerge from the shadows as 4 red eyes glanced at the sinner….

“Hmm….she seems….pretty well adjusted for a human sinner….” The figure spoke.

Courtney just observed the scene, similarly drunk as she leaned against the figure now next to her “YOOOOO PHILLIS, glad you could make it!!”

The tall shape chuckled as she addressed the succubus “Wouldn’t wana miss it for the world, you always give the best fucking parties, Courtz”

Pink would break off from the group of hellborn as she would return to the woman that had invited her “Courtneyyyyy, your friends are so niiiiice!!” she poke in a slurred tone, tho she’d freeze when she saw the tall shape standing next to the succubus.

She was tall…..VERY tall…..a demoness that appeared to look like an owl……dark grey, purple-ish feathers…..long, slender legs….and a white, mask like face with a sharp beak, framed by 4 glowing red eyes.

She wore what appeared to be cargo pants, a red turtleneck top with a boob window and a leather biker jacket over it with spikes on the shoulders……as the feathers that made up her “hair”  were styled in a large, impressive Mohawk, the rest hanging over her back, tied into a large “ponytail”

As the figure was handed a beer by a passing imp, she bit on the bottlecap with her beak, opening it with a satisfying fizz noise, spitting the cap away and casually took a few big gulps as she put her other hand on her cocked hip “So…..this the girl ya mentioned, Courtz?”

Excitedly, the succubus swung an arm around Pink as she pulled her closer “I want ya to meet one of my oldest friends, Pink….meet Ophillia”  to which the tall owl demoness chuckled, shaking her head with her eyes closed “Courtney, how many times do I have to tell ya, it’s just Phillis”

As she said this, the tall demoness gave Pink a smirk “Courtz here likes to brag that she’s got friends of royal blood”  as she extended a slender, yet strong looking hand “Name’s Ophillia Ars Goetia….tho….my friends call me Phillis”

As Pink accepted the handshake, the looked up in awe….she’d heard about these demons….the upper crust of hell’s society….which also included some of the 7 deadly sins themselves…..”the ars goetia”….

“Buuuuut hate to break it to ya, I don’t really belong to the family anymore”  Phillis shrugged “didn’t want to be married off to some stuffy dipshit when I became of age to “produce a precautionary heir to the family”…” as she spoke, the parts within airquotes spoken with contempt as she sneered at the implications “Well bad luck for them, I ain’t interested in men.

Courtney would gesture to the tall bird demoness as she spoke to Pink “Phillis kinda took matters into her own hands when that news was sprung on her when she turned 15, she ran away from home and never looked back since”

Phillis shrugged “Eyup, and that’s the story of how I got disowned and excommunicated from the family”. Pink winced at this “Oof…that’s rough”  as the tall owl demoness just stated casually “Eh, their loss, been living my best fucking life ever since, I mean yea, I could have lived my life in the lap of luxury. Instead I’m fucking broke, but at least, I’m free to go wherever I please, and that freedom is more important to me”

This tall, rough woman inspired something within the pink skinned sinner. Pink didn’t know exactly why but she couldn’t help but admire her fierce independence, tho she was snapped out of this as a group of hellborn came up to her with what seemed to be instruments “Yo Phillis, everything is all set up for the gig”

Phillis smirked “And my guitar?” to which a tall incubus piped up “Your baby is all ready to go, just say the word.

Cracking her chuckles, Phillis followed the group as she chuckled “Let’s rock this fucking joint….”

Following the slowly gathering crowd, Pink eventually found herself looking at a wooden stage as what appeared to be a small band slowly assembled their stuff and got ready, finishing up the tuning of their instruments as Phillis, an electric guitar hanging over her shoulder by a strap spoke through the microphone “Alright, can everyone named Michael raise their hands please?”

Several demons would do as instructed.

“Aaaaand you can put the back down”

Again, the crowd did as instructed.

Snickering to herself, Phillis spoke up “That concludes the mic check”

As expected, the joke earned her several joking “Boo”s.

Seeing this, she got this cocky look on her face as she spread her arms in a “come at me”  way as she spoke “Your boo’s mean nothing, I’ve seen what makes you cheer, bitches!”

This was quickly followed by an electric guitar strum from next to her, indicating everyone was ready.

Smirking, Phillis grabbed the neck of her guitar with one hand, as she took a firm hold of the microphone with the other “YOU FUCKERS READY TO LET THE FUCK LOOSE?!” at which, the crowd went wild.

Giving them the metal horns, Phillis began to yell into the microphone “We are “up your arse goetia” and this first song is called “FUCK THE SYSTEEEEEEEM”!!!” and as the crowd began to yell and cheer, Pink was hit with what she could only describe was pure rage and catharsis taken musical form. She’d never imagine herself enjoying metal…but here…now…..she couldn’t help herself….as she began to slowly bob her head….and as the pace increased…… she began to headbang…..

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Yea……I didn’t know it at the time….that day, I had met “my people”….These days, I wouldn’t know what to do without Courtney and Phillis…..

Which brings me to lesson nr.7: Respect the locals, after all, hellborn were there first

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Chapter 8:

Earning a reputation

“FBI, OPEN UP!” the succubus known as Courtney yelled jokingly as she was currently loudly banging on the front door of Pink Neon’s apartment, holding a brown, paper bag in the other hand, which was dripping grease at the moment, the text “Bee’s diner”  printed on the front.

Stumbling could be heard from the other side of the door, followed by a disgruntled “Yea yea, I’m coming!”

Giggling to herself, Courtney piped up “Ohh hell no you ain’t. I know what your orgasms sound like, Pink, and this ain’t it chief!”

At this point, the door opened as Pink Neon leaned in the doorframe, giving the succubus a sarcastic glance “Oh har har, very funny” to which Courtney just smiled “I know, as a stand-up comedian, it’s kinda my job” before she eagerly held up the brown bag as she piped up in a excited tone “I brought burgeeeeers!”

Seeing this, Pink’s eyes lit up as she fist pumped “oh fuck YES, you’re the best, Courtz”

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Not long after and the 2 women found themselves on Pink’s weathered couch, the contents of the fast food bag on the table, fries, packets of sauce and some milkshake cups as the 2 ladies were currently digging into 2 large, greasy looking burgers, the sound Pink Neon was making with every bite being near orgasmic as she had her eyes closed “I fucking swear….these are so much better than they have ANY right to be”

Swallowing her own mouth full of burger, Courtney piped up “I KNOW RIGHT?! Ya can say whatever you want about the gluttony ring, but they KNOW how to satisfy cravings”

It had been a few years now as Pink was finally getting used to her new afterlife in hell, making friends with the locals, carving out a little place for herself, it wasn’t much, but she managed.

“Say how’s Phillis?  Still seeing that girl?” Pink asked, tho she’d see Courtney wince uncomfortably.

“Yikes….didn’t work out?”

The succubus put her burger down as she shook her head with a sigh “Yea….don’t get me wrong, I get why Philly keeps her walls up, but she keeps pushing potential love interests away….”

At this, Pink would grab her milkshake cup and hold it aloft “Amen to that, sister” as Courtney would do the same as the 2 of them toasted their cups together before Pink took a few sips and put it back on her coffee table “How did that gig end by the way?”

“You mean at the comedy club in Sloth?” to which Pink nodded.        The succubus threw her hands in the air “Uhg, abysmal, really tough crowd” as she grabbed a hand full of fries and began to toss them up, trying to catch them in her mouth and failing 4 out of 10 times.

Pink sighed “Courtz….i’m not saying you should give up on your comedy dream….i want your career to take of just as much as you do…..but you can’t bet all your money on a single horse…” as the pink sinner winced “I hate to say it….but….you might need to get an actual job on the side….”

Hanging her head in defeat, Courtney mumbled out “Yea…I know….you’re right….” Tho she’d be snapped back to the here and now as Pink put a hand on her shoulder “Look, don’t give up on comedy entirely, just…..get a job on the side to pay the bills and keep trying….one of these days, you’ll find your audience, I’m certain of it”  to which the succubus gave her a weak smile “thanks Pink….i needed to hear that…”

She’d receive a playful punch in the shoulder “Oh come on Courtney, you’re a good comedian. You’re hella funny, you just need to get your stuff out there to the right people at the right time, I’m sure an opportunity will present itself one of these days”

As the 2 of them chatted away, Courtney would peek over Pink’s shoulder “Wait, I don’t remember you owning boxers….”

Pink’s eyes would go wide as she rapidly grabbed the undergarments from behind her and hid them by stuffing them under some of the couch cushions before leaning on said cushions with a large, awkward, wide eyed smile “HEYY, HEHE, HOW DID THOSE GET THERE?!”

Giving her a suspicious side eye and a knowing smirk, Courtney just snorted “Well somebody had fun, and they call me a succubus”

Pink narrowed her eyes “But…courtz…..you ARE a succubus…”

Courtney shrugged nonchalantly “and you behave like one, what’s your point?”

Pink would scoff in an overly acted way “Well I’d never…” at which Courtney threw her arms in the air “Oh come on Pink, I’ve seen the panties and boxers laying around”  as she pointed at a lace pair of obvious goth panties “And I know for a fact those are DEFINITELY NOT one of yours” as she crossed her arms “Plus, do I have to remind you we met BECAUSE WE HAD A THREESOME?! You knew what my snatch looked like before you knew my name” after which she smirked as she witnessed her friend’s wide eyed blush “You sleep around more than I do”

Sighing defeat, Pink held up her hands defensively “Ok fine, you got me, ok? I like sex. Like, ALLOT of sex, I’m a slut, happy now?”

Confidently grabbing her milkshake cup, Courtney would take a few sips before letting go of the straw with a satisfying “pop”  as she smugly exclaimed “He, fucking knew it”

Observing her friend, Pink scrunched her face in annoyance “Why are you so interested in my sexlife all of a sudden any way?”

Hearing this question, The succubus leaned back, her arms behind her back as she kicked her feet on the table “Let’s just say, back in lust, your name has been making the rounds. You’ve left quite the impression”

Her eyes going wide, Pink piped up “Wait really? Stories of my sex-capades made their way all the way to the lust ring?”

Nodding with a closed eyed smirk, Courtney just spoke up “earned yourself quite the nickname down there”

Cocking her head, Pink couldn’t help but ask “Aaaaand….what may that nickname be?”

Knowing she had her full attention, Courtney leaned closed as she spoke “ They’re calling you “ the pseudo-succubus”…..folks are impressed….” As she popped another fry in her mouth “Rumor even has it that the king of lust, Asmodeus, “the big Ozz” himself caught wind of your shenanigans and is intrigued”

Pink leaned back into her seat, rubbing the side of her head “Wow….just….wow…” tho Courtney quickly snapped her out of her thoughts “These are just rumors tho….i mean…if this is true, I guess you can expect an invitation to one of his monthly kink parties in no-“

Courtney would be cut off by the sound of the latch of the mail slot in the  front door hinging open as an ornate, blue envelop with pink designs on it fell on the doormat “……-time……”  Courtney would finish….

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Yea…..so apparently I was such a slut, I impressed the embodiment of lust himself…..not sure whether to be proud or ashamed…..eh might as well own it, am I right?

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Chapter 9:

How scandalous

As the blue, iridescent envelope with pink designs on it lay on Pink Neon’s coffee table, she was now joined by her 2 hellborn friends, the succubus named Courtney and the “disgraced goetia”  Phillis, all 3 of them looking at the envelope with wide eyes.

“Well what are you waiting for?”  Phillis piped up “open it!”

Pink yelped “Oh hell nah, you do it!”

“Well it’s not addressed to me, you open it’ bitch” the owl demoness quipped back.

Quickly exchanging a glance with the succubus next to her, Courtney held up her hands defensively “Ah hell nah girl, I ain’t opening it either, it’s addressed to you, Pink, just open the damn letter!”

Cursing under her breath, Pink finally gave up “Alright, FINE….i’m just fucking nervous, ok?” as she slowly picked the letter from the coffee table and with a shaky hand, undid the wax seal before unfolding it as she began to read….

Dear miss Neon….

Your recent escapades have caught the attention of the prince of lust, Amadeus and his associates, as you seem to embody all that we stand for with vigorous dedication and a fiery passion that we rarely get to see in sinners.

Therefore, we hereby like to graciously invite you to the prince’s monthly gathering, at the request of the lord of lust personally.

We are looking forward to making your acquaintance and we sincerely hope that you live up to the rumors and expectations….

With most sincere and deliciously delightful regards…

Asmodeus, the prince of lust

As Pink finished, she slowly let this information sink in “I’m invited….by demonic royalty……”  as Courtney would get up “Holy shit, Pink!” followed by Phillis “What else does it say?!”

Quickly reading through it, she spoke up “It says I’m allowed to bring 2 extras” before she pulled out some kinda plastic card, looking like a credit card, but with the distinct design of the lust ring on it “Oh this was in it too”

Courtney’s eyes went wide as she saw the card “HOLY SHIT, PINK, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS?!”

Pink glanced down at the plastic card “Uhm….i think this is that part where you tell me that?”

Swinging an arm around her friend, Courtney pointed at the card “This is a special permission slip…. a HUGE privilege….Sinners are normally forbidden from leaving the pride ring….but with THIS….you can…even if it’s for one back and forth trip”  as she spread her arms excitedly “ You are one of the ONLY sinners who gets to leave pride to visit another ring!”

As the news slowly landed, Pink grabbed Courtney by the shoulders as the 2 women were bouncing on their heels while eagerly yelling “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Glancing down onto the letter on the coffee table, Phillis piped up “It’s this weekend….ya know, Pink, if you want, me and Courtz can come with ya”

“Oh fuck YEA!” Pink yelped in excitement as she grabbed the 2 other demonesses into a tight hug “This is gonna be the best weekend EVER!”

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Having donned her sexiest outfit, Courtney on one side of her and Phillis on the other, Pink Neon still couldn’t believe it as the trio made their way towards the hellevator.

As expected, when Pink wanted to step on, the guard at the doors would try and deny her access at first “Hey, no sinners!”

That was until the pink skinned woman gave a smug smirk as she pulled out the flat piece of plastic “It’s alright, sir. I have “The card”….”

At the sight of this card, the hellborn guard’s eyes widened as he stepped aside “Uh…m-my apologies, this way, miss”

Squeeing excitedly, Pink quickly hopped onto the hellevator, sitting next to her friends “I still can’t believe it, I’m so excited, I’m going to meet THE Asmodeus himself!”

Phillis would chuckle “oh yea, the party won’t be for a while yet tho, so how about me and Courtney show ya around some?  We can visit some of our favorite bars” to which the succubus in question eagerly yelped “You read my fucking mind, Philly”

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A little bonus lesson in between, if you gain the privilege to travel to another ring outside of the pride ring….DON’T…FUCK…IT….UP!!!

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What had started as the tall goetia demoness and succubus showing the sinner woman some of their favorite spots had quickly turned into a pub crawl as they went from one bar or club to the other, until the time for Asmodeus’s party finally arrived.

The trio had initially not planned to show up at the gathering drunk off their asses, but here they were, barely standing up straight as they stumbled their way into the building.

When at first, they were denied entrance at the door, Pink would whip out the blue and pink envelop with a dopey smile as she slurred out “I *HICKUP* believe we hafff a invitation *HICKUP* “

As he saw the signature of the prince of lust himself on the letter, the incubus narrowed his gaze uncomfortably as he begrudgingly stepped aside “Of course, my apologies, enjoy your evening, ladies”

And so they did.

If the pubcrawl from before was their appetizer, being at a party hosted by the prince of lust, Asmodeus himself was the main course as the 3 demonesses got even drunker then before…..that was until one certain moment…

There are those situations that causes a person to immediately sober up……this was one of those….when Courtney suddenly realized “Wait….Philly….WHERE IS PINK?!”

Feeling the adrenaline immediately overwrite the effect of the dubious amount of alcohol in her blood, the owl demoness rubbernecked her head 180 degrees around to face her succubus friend “WAIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE KEEPING AN EYE ON HER!”

Following the sounds of sex, they eventually found their sinner companion face deep in a pile of bodies with several other hellborn.

Succubi, incubi, even some hellhounds, imps.

“Oh….oh wow…” Courtney mumbled out, eyes wide, to which Phillis just answered “You can say that again…..i didn’t even know a throat could stretch that far….”

As Pink was in the middle of her romping, a large shadow slowly began to tower over the scene, causing some of the onlookers to look up in awe, before a deep, sensual voice boomed out “So….YOU must be the sinner I heard so much about….”Pink Neon”  I presume?”

Snapped out of her horny haze, Pink slowly raised her head as she locked eyes with a giant, imposing demon, his head encased by a fiery mane of blue flames and sporting a set of beautiful, ornate tail feathers, almost like a rooster.

As the tall, imposing demon gestured for the sinner to stand, Pink did as she was told, eyes wide and slightly sweating nervously “Uhm….s-sir A-Asmodeys, I assume?”

Purring in amusement, the tall demon chuckled charismatically “You assumed correctly” before dropping himself onto his stomach, propping himself up by leaning on his elbows in a playful manner.

“I have to say, what a DELIGHTFULLY lustful display. My I haven’t seen a show like that in a LONG time”

“Uhm…w-well thank you, your royal l-lustfulness…s-sir….”

Giving a hearty laugh, the large rooster demon patted the short sinner on the top of her head “Ooh you’re not like other sinners. I have a feeling I’m going to LIKE you”