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Far from any other building within the Pride Ring, a lone mansion stood its ground atop a vast, barren hill, its cobbled yet imposing presence casting a wicked eye upon the infernal populace below. From the outside, this expansive structure appeared utterly mismatched, a Rubik’s Cube in need of solving, each sector of its exterior practically grafted together from a variety of different homes. Its roof resembled a classic Americana house, with shingles made of many metals of equally varied colours, like a chameleon changing its scales. Its walls were formed from cubic chunks made of different materials, windows modern and stained glass alike. Its doors - front, back, and others on its sides, some high and even on the roof itself - suggested an incomprehensible layout within, many such mysteries withstanding. Surrounding this spacious property was a tall, black gothic fence, its pointed edges unperturbed in its vast rectangular shape. Directly behind it, forest green hedges stretched parallel, as though trying to keep any unwanted eyes from peeking through and seeing what lied within. And yet, despite the strange and even baffling aura the mansion exuded from its bare presence, it did not stop a trio of foul-mouthed imps and their angsty hellhound from getting a job well-done.
Behind the property, Blitzo was the first to be thrown over the fence, granted such height and velocity by the considerable stature and strength of his adopted daughter. She had spotted a patio umbrella just beyond her periphery relating to the fence and hedges, aiming there to grant her dad a safe enough landing.
“Thanks for the boost, sweetie!” The head of I.M.P. carefully shouted from the other side, not wanting to bring any unwanted attention.
Loona, however, did not care for the father-daughter niceties. “Stop fucking calling me that!”
Following this uprise in anger, she threw Moxxie and Millie one after the other as though they were footballs, the married imps still landing on the umbrella despite being flung harder than their boss.
“Hey, watch it!” Moxxie chastised the hellhound through the green and black barriers, hopping onto the patio below and walking towards the wall of nature. “I almost landed on concrete over here.”
“Oh yeah?” The light-grey hellhound crossed her arms. “Maybe you’d be easier to throw if you lost some weight, fatty.”
Millie was quick to intervene. “Quit it, you two! We’ve got enough goin’ on as it is. Loona, get yer butt over here!”
Without another word, Loona leapt high over the fence and hedges, her large lupine paws landing firmly on the hard-floored patio. “Like that?”
The group of hellborn demons approached the pair of glass-screened double-doors at the back of the mansion, the patio decorated with more than they expected. Hedge sculptures of various demons, many of whom struck poses as though terror coursed through their blood, littered this wide space, all while fanciful chairs and tables sat idly across, a backyard bar off to the side. The mission was simple: Rob this mansion of its many priceless valuables. Sure, this job deviated from the usual murder fling, but the promise of a damn good payout led the tallest of the imps to accept it. The thing was, this place belonged to none other than a Goetian demon, a secretive fellow whom not even Blitzo had heard Stolas mention before, though the mission briefing beforehand allowed him to at least catch the name… Ha… Haag… Haag-something? Blitzo could not be arsed to pay that much attention to the client.
“Get over there and do your thing, Mox.” He told his employee, the other imp with white freckles upon his face walking up to the imposing back-doors, eyeing its silvery lock and handle as he fished a pick from his coat-pocket. “And use Millie for a boost. Just don’t get a hard-on while you’re on her shoulders, got me?”
Moxxie grumbled under his breath while Millie went to join him. For the next few moments, he slowly worked his magic on a lock both delicate yet intricate, with Millie encouraging her husband while Blitzo and Loona stood watch by the patio furniture. Yet strangely, the head of I.M.P. began to question certain aspects of this mission, like why did it seem so easy to break into this Goetian’s place? He figured there would be tighter security than some rusted fence and an average lock. And why was Moxxie still fumbling with the fucking lock?! He could hear the other imp struggle to get it open, becoming fed up with him in a near-instant.
“Alright, that’s it!” He briskly approached the couple. “Get out of the fucking way!”
CRASH!!
With one backwards raise of his hoof, Blitzo kicked the glass in one of the doors, shattering it to brittle crystals. The loud crashing rang out for miles. Startled, Moxxie nearly fell from the sudden racket, if not for his wife’s quick thinking to pluck him off her shoulders as they together staggered back a few feet. As Loona approached the imps from behind, several seconds passed as the shattering echoed far and away. Only when it ceased did Blitzo offer a pep-talk.
“Listen up, guys. This is one mission we can’t afford to fuck up… literally. This client’s paying to keep our lights on for the next few months. You got the sack, Loonie?”
“Yep.” She simply replied, brandishing the large burlap bag from thin air.
“Perfect!” The red-skinned and white-splotched imp gave her a thumbs-up, before giving out one last means of encouragement. “Now let’s go rob this cocksucker!”
Entering through the broken back-door, I.M.P. was met with an expansive, fanciful library spanning three whole floors, a strange placement for a room of this calibre when connected to a backyard patio. They nevertheless made their way through the place, swiping books and encyclopedias that Loona’s sturdy strength heaved along in the burlap sack. Once they nabbed everything that looked priciest, they carefully made their way out into the heart of the building. To their complete surprise, the mansion’s interior appeared fairly consistent in its design; sleek, modernistic furniture and motifs spanning from room to room, to which there were numerous throughout this ground floor alone, the view from outside surely suggesting another few above. Every room they passed looked like separate exhibits from different museums, all brought together under a single roof. Relics, riches, specimens, and plenty more were showcased in glass displays, the imps caring little as they smashed them and looted the valuables within. They navigated through the mansion and its befuddling layout, never quite getting a grasp of what it truly entailed.
After a while, I.M.P. entered what looked to be a joint living room, dining room, and kitchen, each comprising part of the wide, lengthy space from one end to the other. A large, crystal, manta-ray shaped light hung suspended over the glass, oval, dining room table, stretching numerous feet as it occupied the center of this multi-purpose room. At first, Blitzo, leading the way through the living room and its large, comfy sofas and coffee tables, thought best to start in the kitchen.
“Maybe there’s some silverware we can ransack.” He turned to tell the others while walking backwards. “Forks go for a lot, don’t they?”
As he turned around to face ahead, he suddenly froze, eyeing a jewel-encrusted horse figurine sitting on the center of the dining room table. In the moment, Blitzo did not know whether to swipe it for the job or himself. His pupils expanded at the valuable in question, multicoloured riches forming this apple of his eye. He proceeded to walk over to the table and clamber onto it, standing upon its thin surface as he reached down to pick it up.
“Uh, sir?” Moxxie called for his boss, he and the two women facing Blitzo not far from the table, an arched exit some distance behind them leading to what looked like pure darkness, from which a pair of silver and yellow eyes glimmered menacingly. “Don’t you think you should be careful standing up there?”
“Is this because I smashed my way into the fucking place?” Blitzo turned around to tower over the imps but not an unamused Loona, the precious horse in his hands. “Why don’t you go play mommy with your wife? This little guy’s coming home with me!”
CLANG!
Before any of the hellborns could react to the loud, industrial noise surrounding them, a series of chains shot out from the manta-ray shaped light, wrapping around their wrists, ankles, and in the imps’ case, their tails. These seemingly sentient chains yanked the four demons hard and high - Loona dropping the burlap sack on the floor where she stood, Blitzo dropping the horse - suspending them above the glass table, all lined up in a row. Everyone gave their all to try and wrestle out from their suspended confines, unable to break free, swinging in the air. While attempting futile escape, the sounds of talons tapped against the floor leading directly up to the dining room table, for the pair of yellow and silver eyes emerged from the darkness of the corridor, its possessor stepping into the light. A tall, imposing Goetian resembling a hawk walked towards the captured quartet, his long, black claws stoically behind his back. His slender form was fitted in a double-breasted jacket and accompanying dress-pants, the black attire contrasting from his head of white feathers with brown streaks scattered, yellow and black beak too. He approached them with a dignified air, posture upright as he glared directly towards Blitzo. Clearly, he was none too pleased at having trespassers in his humble abode.
“Oh, hey! You must be Haag-something. I know chains are all the rage these days, but if you really wanted a good time, some leather would surely do wonders for a stud like me~.” Blitzo slyly smiled at the Goetian, as though his charms could work on someone who looked so stern in demeanour.
“Cease your games!” He demanded, his voice moderate in tone, firm yet with a hint of prissiness lurking within it. “The name is Haagenti. You idiots have no idea what you’ve done.”
“Actually, we know fully well what we were fucking doing here.” Blitzo maintained some semblance of dignity. “And we fully intend to finish what we started.”
“Sir?” Moxxie whispered next to him. “We should focus on getting out of here. We don’t know what he’s capable of.”
But his boss did not care. “Shut it, Moxxie! He’ll hear us.”
Haagenti paced along the side of the table before him, I.M.P at eye-level with him. “Oh, how I despise intruders. They boil my blood until it’s nothing but hot tar. Anyone who dares trespass is liable of being punished. But as to what I shall do with you wannabe thieves… well, I’m not all too sure… actually…”
A few seconds later, he suddenly stopped pacing, still facing away with his captors to his side when he snapped his fingers in a moment of eureka, then facing them closely. “That’s right! I’m set to hold a party here rather soon, one that I’ve been having some… difficulties planning. I think I know just what to do with you.”
Those final words sent shivers down the spines of the otherwise fearless hellborns, the gravity of their situations dawning upon them as they drooped over the glass table. All four I.M.P. members whimpered variably in their festering fear, Haagenti basking in such a feeling as he stepped backwards several paces, a sinister smile glaring into view. As ideas most exciting began to enter the Goetia’s mind, a strange, ticklish yet unnerving energy pulsated through the bodies of the three imps and lone hellhound, about to become the life of the party.
…
A striking sunset loomed over the mansion on the hill, crowds of bodies seen mingling in and around the property. On this very eve, Haagenti’s party had begun, a classy gathering now underway (or as classy as one could get when it came to Hell). All throughout the evening, droves of prominent sinners and hellborns alike attended, being driven the distance to the lone home, the view of the Pride Ring one to kill for. All were dressed fancifully for the outing, sparkling dresses and fitted suits putting the pizazz on each demon. Many gathered outside the home, while others had long since entered its large front-doors, all settling in for the night to fully kick off. But for a while, the party’s biggest guests had yet to arrive, a supposed case of wanting to make an entrance - together at that - being suggested by this waiting game. Such turned out to be much truthful, for as the last of the amber tint of sunset faded away, replaced by the blanket of a dark night sky, a sizeable limousine pulled up to the mansion’s driveway, its red carpet stepped on by some of Hell’s most popular demons. One by one they emerged. Satan - the law himself - exited from the limousine, his normally massive form reduced for the night’s events inside the mansion. He scowled as per always, a wrathful snort hissing through his beastly nostrils as he proceeded along the velvety walkway. Following him, Mammon squeezed himself out through the side-door, lumbering towards the mansion to bask in all its riches. From the sin of Greed’s shadow, Verosika Mayday revealed herself in a tight latex outfit, already strutting her stuff well down the carpet when Asmodeus - shrunken like Satan - and Beelzebub emerged together, the acquainted sins of Lust and Gluttony respectively walking and flying to those sturdy front-doors.
Once the quintet of demons stood before them, the doors were swiftly opened inward by a pretty face.
“Welcome, sweeties~.” Flirted an imp maid in a light, fluttery voice, her body riddled with white splotches upon her red skin. “Come on in! Haagenti’s been expecting you.”
Having been to the mansion before, they all knew this maid had to have been a new hire. None of them had seen her here before, what with her black dress, leggings, and shoes plus a white apron atop the former, a pair of silky black gloves stretching from her claws to the ends of her bulky hands. She turned away to escort the group through the crowded foyer, her skirt just high enough to hint at the pair of light-pink panties worn beneath it, a sight of cheekmeat barely discerned as she waved her black-tipped tail from side to side. While the rest of the sins followed after her with no second thought, Verosika thought she looked kind of familiar.
For the guests, the mansion was easy to navigate. Haagenti ensured that its usually shifting layout would not be so confusing on this occasion, especially with some guests getting wasted. This simplification proved most useful for the quintet of well-known demons, being led down a wide corridor that branched off into numerous rooms filled with guests talking, drinking, and passionately making out with one another. Equally present, a nonstop playlist of only the trendiest pop and dance music played all throughout the mansion, courtesy of speakers arranged for the night’s events. Before long, they all entered the wide-spanning room complete with a manta-ray shaped light above the dining room table, now filled to the brim with snacks and drinks.
“Oh, goodie!” Mammon enthusiastically yelled, both pairs of hands rubbing together as he intently eyed the delicious trays of food across from him. “Looks like I’m set for tonight.”
Like a football quarterback, he charged ahead at the sizeable snack-table, knocking over an unsuspecting demon as he worked quickly to stuff his face by the incessant handful.
“Ah, look at him go.” The maid happily uttered while staring at Mammon bent over at the table, afterwards turning back to face the eye-rolling quartet. “Well, here we are! I’ll go fetch Haagenti for you.”
She sauntered over towards the kitchen, where Haagenti, surrounded by a handful of other Goetians, downed his latest shot to the sound of ecstatic cheers. As for Verosika and the rest of the sins, they eyed the room together, the space jam-packed with numerous guests from the living room to the kitchen.
“Haagi sure knows how to throw a party.” Beelzebub remarked as she made land with the floor below her. “I’m already digging the vibe of this place.”
“You really think so?” Verosika leaned forward and eyed the sin of Gluttony. “These fucking snobs probably haven’t heard my music.”
Ozzie was quick to sense the animosity growing between the pair. “Ladies, let’s keep our heads on tonight. We just got here and- oh, he’s coming this way.”
One glance over to their right showed Haagenti approaching the group, quickly going from demon to demon and shaking hands with them, a proud smile beaming on his face. “Greetings! I’m so glad you made it. I’ve been keeping everyone occupied before we officially get this night off the ground.”
“Officially?” Satan butted in, raising his brow as his wings and tail twitched with unpleasantness. “You mean to say this lousy gatherin’ is only now gettin’ started?!”
“Why, of course I do!” Haagenti gleefully replied. patting the buff sin of Wrath on his beefy shoulder like a pet. “There’s not a moment more to waste now that you’re all here.”
Turning around, the Goetian conjured a microphone with the amber glow of his hand, claws wrapped tight around its stem, his powers hijacking all the speakers through the mansion and interrupting the music. “Listen up, everyone! It’s time to head outside. I have prepared something marvellous to show you all.”
Haagenti put the music back on before making the microphone vanish, squishing into thin air akin to a toy magician’s wand. Right afterward, he held his arm out towards the wall behind the snack table and its greedy guest, an amber glow surrounding the limb for he teleported a pair of backdoors once located in the library. They faded into view upon the wall, solidifying into corporeal form, appearing as though they had always been there, the patio visible beyond their glass panes. No sooner than when he brought his arm down and ceased his magic usage, the amber glow fading away, the hawk-demon spoke to his more notable guests.
“Come now.” He motioned with his hand, droves of partygoers entering the joint rooms towards the newly-transported doors. “You’ll not want to miss this.”
With the patio furniture put away to open up the concrete floor, everyone gathered around Haagenti standing in the middle of an impromptu circle, a newly-formed firepit right before his talons. Guests stood among the cornucopia of hedge sculptures, their mainly relaxed demeanours contrasting from the fear forever snipped onto those ferny forms. Once all eyes were on him, the Goetian host addressed the crowd.
“To all those here tonight, I cannot thank you enough for your attendance. So long has it been since we last gathered under this roof, a night of fun and excess that I have come to miss, as I’m certain you have too. It is an upmost pleasure to see many familiar faces standing here with me, some filthy rich, others simply here for the intoxicating riches of good drinks down the hatch!”
Satan, standing directly across from the Goetian with his back to the backdoors, easily the largest of the quintet even compared to Mammon next to him, crossed his arms, hardly paying attention to Haagenti’s mind-numbing speech of trivial niceties. The large jester-dressed sin continued helping himself to more of the snack table whose contents he scooped into each hand. All the while, Bee and Ozzie watched on with glee upon their faces, standing at the side of the crowd. Verosika, however, was not even present among the circle of demons, having slinked away to help herself at the patio bar off to the distance, stocked with as much booze as what could be found back inside. Each of them bided their time in hearing Haagenti’s seemingly well-rehearsed speech, soon reaching its end.
“Allow me to officiate the night with a special gift, the likes of which you shall never see again!”
Produced from his coat pocket - a dangerous move even for a powerful Goetian as himself - Haagenti presented to his guests a firework the size of a champagne bottle, complete with a wooden stake at its bottom end. Its casing red as an imp’s skin, it beared only a single insignia upon its side, that of a single black heart. This little lady looked sure to pack a mean punch, blow all your fingers and their bones into nonexistence. For someone like the hawk-demon, such dangers mattered not to him, nor his demonic guests. He showed off the firework to the curious crowd, before bending over and setting it down atop the center of the firepit. Once down there, he snapped his fingers against the start of the fuse, producing a spark that set it on fire. He then stood straight back up and stepped back.
“Let us enjoy this night for everything it has to offer!” Haagenti proudly declared, his spectators counting down the firework’s final seconds, the sizzling sound of its burning fuse heard around the patio, growing shorter, shorter, shorter… until the explosive soared high into the sky!
Its loud whistle pierced the ears of everyone at the party, speedily fazing out as it accumulated vast speed and distance. So fast did the firework disappear from the crowd’s vicinity, a trail of smoke left in its path, that nearly every demon practically craned their necks at breakneck speed, eager to watch its imminent fate. While the sins were all among those intently eyeing the firework, Verosika managed to catch wind of it once it soared, turning her head back as she leaned against the bar, eyes widening at the pretty sight that ignited once it reached higher than the stars themselves.
KA- BOOM!!!
The massive explosion caused the firework’s red casing to rupture into splintered fragments tinier than space-dust, heart insignia crumbling away, releasing its fiery effects into the vast night sky. It put on a glorious show of dazzling lights galore, patterns of red and yellow illuminating Hell’s darkened horizon in a sprawling circular display, the crowd below breaking out into exclamations of awe while Haagenti silently marvelled at the firework. Steadily, the lights fell down much like pouring rain against a window, scattering throughout the horizon, the guests’ gaze remaining all the way up for the ensuing moment.
“I gotta hand it to that big-beaked bird.” Satan had to admit to Mammon. “That lil’ firecracker of his sure don’t look bad.”
The sin of Wrath was about to speak again, before the sin of Greed interrupted his train of thought. “What I wouldn’t give to have my hand at that spot too~.”
Satan raised a brow. What the hell was that greasy fatso getting at? He eyed the jester’s gaze, no longer on the fading firework high above them, but instead on Haagenti’s new maid, who had been politely pushing her way through the crowd around him and the muscly sin, watching her approach the Goetian. She proceeded to stand at her boss’ side, staring up at the firework display alongside him. Haagenti did not need to look away to notice his maid’s arrival, smoothly placing his slender hand upon her hip, the two standing closer than they did seconds earlier.
Mammon’s growing goo-goo eyes amid his leering comment soured Satan’s mood which had only just changed for the better, scoffing byway of a snort from his nostrils before he turned around and headed back inside, muttering under his fiery-hot breath, “Fuckin’ creep.”
…
Once the officiating had commenced to its very end with the last of the firework vanishing, the party continued strong into the night, time hardly affecting many guests as they conversed, drank, and got intimate with one another without a care in the world. Its mood remained relatively upbeat, music blaring through the speakers, demons kicking looser than they had done so in a long time. While some of the more popular guests had dispersed amid the mansion, some still stuck together. Standing before one another by the dining room table, the manta-ray light brightening throughout the night, Verosika and Asmodeus had been spending time with one another, their loose affiliation nonetheless lending itself to a solid enough friendship. After Mammon had effectively demolished what first laid upon the table, Haagenti had a new slate of food and drink brought out to replace them, allowing the other guests, including the pop star and sin of Lust, to taste what the hawk-demon had helped prepare for the night. At the center of the table, its front-end inches past the edge, a large, hefty barrel full of wine sat still, sheepishly offering itself up to anyone thirsting for a swig. Its exterior was formed from sturdy planks of wood, two smoothened circles comprising its top and bottom ends. Strange white markings were blotched all over the planks, resembling freckles in their circular shapes, many accumulating upon its front-middle and lower-back.
SPLRRBLRBLRBLLL…
Wine gushed out from the tiny tap whose spigot had been turned by the bright-pink succubus, filling her latest wine-glass to the very brim before the widened eyes of the lustful sin. As she raised the glass to her seductively-licked lips, Verosika emptied its purplish-red contents down her throat, leaving not a drop behind. A delectably sweetened flavour washed upon her tastebuds anew, releasing a content sigh once she gulped down the last of it. Verosika then wasted no time pouring more wine out of the barrel’s tap, while focusing back on what Asmodeus was trying to tell her.
“Last I heard, Mammon’s curled up in a ball somewhere trying not to puke his guts out. Serves him right for trying to cram down every last bit of food here.” The colourful rooster-demon nearly finished gossiping about his fellow sin, stepping forth and filling his own glass halfway with wine. He took a sip from it, letting its aroma and flavour ease him a tad from his bitterness. “Almost makes me wonder if Haagi had something to do with it.”
Verosika raised her brow at him. “Oh yeah? What the fuck makes you think that?”
“Well, you know, he’s a pretty no-nonsense guy.” Ozzie explained himself. “Firm, like a good cock. He may not be a sin, but he sure as hell knows what kind of a slob Mammon is. I’m certain he wouldn’t tolerate that shit.”
“You sure about that?” The succubus sarcastically uttered back, eyeing and pointing towards Haagenti over in the kitchen. “‘Cause he isn’t looking that way to me right now.”
Ozzie looked where the pop-star referred to, observing a scene somehow more extreme than what he had witnessed back when he first arrived. With numerous guests surrounding him, cheering him on, Haagenti had just finished the last of a series of shots whose glasses were arranged in the shape of a pyramid. For a moment, the hawk-demon seemed to struggle to stand, lost in the daze of booze with a woozy look on his face. And yet, whether through his demonic abilities or sheer endurance, he held down all that liquor.
“Haha! I can do this all night!” He enthusiastically declared with a light, prideful laugh, summoning a half-dozen shots full of booze that he proceeded to down from one end to the other. “It feels so GOOD to let loose when that conniving bitch isn’t around to hold me back!”
Ozzie returned his eyes back to Verosika, having refilled her wine-glass during that short window of time. “How much wine have you had anyway?”
“Probably the same as all the shots Haagi’s been downing.” The succubus remarked with a grin before drinking it all down again. “Y’know, I didn’t think his marriage had gotten so bad, but it turns out… it’s way fucking worse. If you ask me, I think he’s trying to forget all about it tonight. I’ve already lost count of the drinks he’s had.”
“He and his wife haven’t been seen together in Satan-knows how long.” The sin of Lust mentioned to an agitated Verosika before lowering his voice. “I heard he started seeing another Goetian behind her back.”
Likely because of the wine, Verosika blew up in his face. “I’m well fucking aware of that, Ozzie! Hmph… its been all over the news.”
Fortunately, the surrounding noise of the party - especially around Haagenti - prevented him nor everyone else from hearing the outburst, even as Ozzie’s face briefly took on a petrified look.
“Keep your voice down.” He frantically crouched and whispered at her. “You wouldn’t want him to hear that, would you?”
“Whatever…” Verosika scoffed, going back to filling her glass. “The wine’s really good, right?”
“Uhh, yeah.” Ozzie replied, going along with the sudden turn of their conversation. “I’m pleasantly surprised!”
As the succubus drank and the sin dispensed more wine for himself, Beelzebub flew into the room from the wide corridor across from the table. The sin of Gluttony held a plate in her lower pair of hands, upon which sat a tanned-brown morsel of food, a fork clutched in her upper-right hand as she approached the pop-star and her fellow acquainted sin.
“Hey, bitches~.” She called out to them in a sing-songy tone, using her only free hand to point at the other demons’ glasses. “How’s the wine?”
“It’s to die for~!” Verosika delectably told her, before better eyeing the food on Bee’s plate. “What have you got there?”
“It’s a thigh from the roast.” The sin of Gluttony told her and Ozzie, who both eyed the morsel rather closely.
The golden-brown skin of the roast’s thigh took up the entirety of the plate in Beelzebub’s hands, cut to perfection by the sin herself. Upon the perfectly cooked piece, whose aroma of juicy, tender meat could be sensed by the trio of demons - its feisty, fiery flavour and seasoning that would make anyone salivate on the spot - a scorch-mark was burned into its upper-right corner, black as coal, in the shape of a crescent moon. While Verosika stared at it in mild intrigue, Ozzie raised his brow at his fellow sin.
“Roast? I didn’t realize Haagi had a roast here.” He told Bee. “I haven’t seen one around here all night.”
“Oh, yeah. I cut it up ages ago.” Bee promptly explained. “But then I got caught-up with some drinking games before I could try some. Eh, it’s no big deal. Better cold than nothing, I guess.”
She proceeded to stab the center of the thigh with her fork, picking it up and opening wide her mouth to stuff the entire piece in there. Her cheeks briefly bulged as she ravenously chewed it, moaning in pleasure over its incredible taste, wondering where Haagenti got it from. Ozzie and Verosika impressively yet disgustedly watched as the sin of Gluttony swallowed her sizeable bite, a proud smile beaming on her face.
“It’s so delicious!” Bee’s face glowed. “You two should get some too before it’s all gone! There should still be some right over… here…”
On the distant right side of the snack table, unbeknownst to both Verosika and Asmodeus until they looked where Bee pointed, what remained of the roast sat atop a silver-plated tray, in a state less than plentiful. Nearly all of its succulent meat had been picked clean off its bones, scarce scraps of skin clinging onto its skeletal structure. The three of them stared at the bare leftovers, the succubus and sin of lust with confounded faces.
“Wh- how the fuck did it all disappear?!” Bee uttered with complete exasperation, disappointed that there was no more for her friends to try, or more for her to eat.
THUD!
A distant noise suddenly echoed throughout the joint living room, dining room, and kitchen, despite the music still loudly pumping through the mansion. The trio of demons turned towards its source, coming from the living room in particular. There, in the corner, while numerous guests partied like normal, a tall, purple-furred, three-eyed sinner in a tuxedo cornered Haagenti’s new maid, a look of worry running down her face as opposed to his growing smirk. His hand had firmly planted itself upon the wall, effectively boxing in the maid from leaving.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He insisted in his weaselly voice, sounding like he lost himself to too many drinks. “We only just started talking, baby~. And I think we’ve got a lot to talk about.”
One glance at the ensuing scene and the maid’s fearful face led Beelzebub to take action and take action now! Messily setting down her plate and fork upon the table, the sin quickly hoisted the wine barrel on its side over her head, the contents within sloshing. She flew over towards the harassing sinner so fast he failed to see it coming. No sooner than when she floated right behind him, grunting aloud, Bee raised the barrel even higher, smashing it right down on his head.
CRUNCH!!
Both the sinner’s skull and the barrel’s planks cried out at once, the former toppling to the floor in a knocked-out heap while the latter dropped overtop him. All around the vicinity of the living room corner, the remaining wine inside the barrel splashed everywhere, raining down onto the floor, splattering the wall, small traces getting on both Bee and the maid while much of it drenched the unconscious sinner. The barrel had been utterly destroyed. Although the music kept playing, the scene caught the attention of every guest nearby, including Haagenti, who quickly made his way over to Bee and the maid.
“Goodness! What happened here?” He inquired, having already sobered up considerably with the return of his usual demeanour.
“Sorry about the mess, Haagi.” Bee apologized, glancing down at the motionless sinner. “This asshole got what he deserved for fucking around with your maid.”
“Oh, dear.” The Goetian uttered, too glancing down at the guest with brief eyes of fury, before focusing upon the maid with sincerity. “Are you alright?”
The maid wrung out wine from her apron. “I’m fine now. Better once we get this creep out of here.”
Haagenti turned back towards the sin of Gluttony. “Thank you, Bee. I’ll handle it from here.”
With that, Beelzebub returned to join her friends over at the snack table, while the Goetian motioned the maid to grab the guest’s hooves and himself his shoulders.
Haagenti and the maid proceeded to drag the unconscious sinner through the mansion, heading up a few differing sets of stairs to reach the master bedroom at the building’s heart. Inside, the room had been fitted with a slew of dressers at the edges of its walls, save for the back wall with a large bed complete with silky sheets and a blanket. They dropped the guest on the carpet at the foot of the bed, preparing to enact punishment for his unruly behaviour. When the sinner awoke, he found himself hanging above the edge of the bed, a silver tray beneath his dangling hooves. Chains ensnared his wrists, bound so tightly that to try and thrash around would surely break them both. All around him, a sea of burning candles sat upon the dressers and carpet, their yellow lights bathing the bedroom. Before him, sitting together on the bed, Haagenti and the maid observed the guest with upmost scorn, their bodies almost huddled together.
“Wha-?” The sinner mumbled at first, before lifting his head to stare directly at the Goetian. “The fuck’s going on? G- get me down from here!”
“No can do, I’m afraid.” Haagenti giggled at him with a prideful smile. He eyed the glow of the room from one end to the other, the sinner’s eyes following his. “A bastard like you has no place in my mansion… well, not in your current form. All these candles I’m sure you see, and you know what I don’t have in here? A scented candle.”
Haagenti raised his arm out at the quivering sinner, an amber glow surrounding his claws as he concentrated his power before him. In seconds, the guest felt something ooze down his forehead unlike sweat. He felt warm and sticky, gross much like his inner self. He looked up to see a thick, waxy, purple substance coloured exactly like his fur, the droplets multiplying with haste thereafter, the feeling spreading all over. The sinner’s breathing intensified upon watching himself melt before his eyes, shaking with terror, his body losing its definition. His temperature suddenly rose, warmth turning into heat, his physique boiling without a visible source. Bit by bit, the droplets rained down his body, loudly landing on the silver tray below him, in a neat, ordained fashion that took the shape of the base of a cylinder. He slowly slipped through his suit which hung in the air, all while agony rang through his senses.
“IT BURNS! M- MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!! AAAAAAAAAAAH!!”
Haagenti and his maid watched with sinister satisfaction, seeing the unruly guest finally thrash around in his chains. His bright and purely yellow eyes slowly poured out from their sockets, melting alongside the rest of his body, their hue slowly shifting into a ghastly white. For the next few moments, the entirety of his melted purple self completed the cylindrical shape of a sizeable candle - joining the others - his eyes comprising the petite wick. Before long, all that remained of him was the tuxedo, falling onto the foot of the bed once the Goetian allowed it to. As the noise of his garbled screams and melting faded away, Haagenti lowered his hand, only a faint glow surrounding it as he used a similar trick like with the firework earlier that night.
SNAP!
Even from some feet away, the hawk-demon lit the candle with a conjured spark, quickly filling the bedroom with its luscious aroma.
“Ahh, lavender.” Haagenti inhaled then exhaled with ease. “Always puts me in the right mood.”
“I couldn’t say so better myself.” The maid replied, looking longingly into the Goetian’s eyes.
The peaceful scent of the lavender candle gave way to an erotic aura, one that instilled itself into the two demons in the bedroom. Upon locking loving eyes with each other, the huddled, cuddled pair brought their heads forth and their hands around the other’s torso, locking lips together whilst they tenderly caressed. Their claws steadily roamed along one another’s backs, Haagenti’s gravitating onto the maid’s cleavage, who moaned from such titillating touch. She returned the favour by groping the Goetian’s ass, a passionate huff exuding from his beak, the two of them riding the same wavelength of love. They both began to undress, buttons undone and clothes lifted, when the hawk-demon removed his lips from the maid’s.
“You took your birth control pills, right?” He asked the red and white imp.
“Of course, sweetie!” She assured him. “You’ve got nothing to worry about with me.”
As the pair prepared to go all-in on their growing intimacy, Haagenti, naked, lying on the bed upon his stomach with his rump upward before the kneeling maid, recalled the fates he endowed upon the quartet of intruders not that long ago.
…
“I think I know just what to do with you.” Haagenti struck fear into the hearts of the three imps and lone hellhound he had strung up above his glass table in the dining room.
The would-be thieves swayed idly in their tight ensnaring by the Goetian’s chains, watching him take several steps back while still directly facing them. Their varied whimpers rang like music to the hawk-demon’s ears, releasing a content sigh upon deciding the fates of each intruder. Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona were all left with no other choice than to stare down the barrel of the weapon set to undo them, the Goetia’s outstretched hand glowing its signature magic amber, sending its pulsating energy into the bodies of I.M.P. who would become the life of the party by his bestowed power. After all, transmogrification was his specialty; one he did not take lightly, most especially in the presence of pesky intruders.
“Actually, I- I think we’ve had enough fun and games for one day.” Blitzo tried to remark, only to stutter as a result of the magic’s whelming presence on him, staring between Haagenti and his employees plus daughter. “Y- you c- can let us d- down- now…”
But right then, all eyes turned towards Moxxie, whose silence in the petrifying moment suddenly gave in courtesy of a girlish shriek. Even though Haagenti’s power wormed its way into all of them simultaneously, it appeared the imp had been singled out first and foremost.
SCHLOOORSH!!
Moxxie felt his stomach begin to fill with a cool liquid substance. Its taste instantly coated his tongue like he drank it, the flavour nauseatingly nectareous. Glancing down at his middle, he watched as it grew abhorrently turgid in a matter of seconds, his suit bulging in all directions, seams straining and buttons creaking. At the same time as this, the imp felt his skin protrude upward all over his body, a thick and hardened layer pushing beneath it. A moment later, a series of wooden planks grew out around his torso, grafted through his skin and clothes like ravenous moss, select spots sporting white freckles similar to his own. His face retextured itself into a smoothened wooden surface, horns sinking into his skull never to be seen again. Soon enough, Moxxie looked obese, the bark flesh of his torso over twice as wide as the imp once was.
“I’m… scho… fwuuuull…” He burbled, his words sounding like he was drowning inside his own body.
Wine filled beyond the capacity of his lungs, causing it to surge up his throat and threaten to spill out his mouth. Woozy moans escaped his lips as he got drunk off his own supply, the bubbling in his stomach intensifying by the second. Even with the progressive numbing of his senses, he still cried out in pain when his head and neck violently snapped backwards by ninety degrees, forcibly staring up at the manta-ray light. Akin to toy clay, his face steadily stretched into the large shape of a circular surface, becoming flatter and flatter with no signs of mercy. He spewed up wine like blood upon his limbs rolling up and inward into the corners of his torso as would reverse party noisemakers, the imp forced to hear and feel his bones crack from such drastic contortions. To add insult to all this profuse injury, he could even feel his penis shift and grow, a ticklish coolness coating it as it morphed into a metallic spigot, able to dispense wine with a simple turn of the tap.
THOOM!!
The loss of his limbs had freed Moxxie from his chains, falling onto the table below and impressively not cracking it with his increasing mass. But with his legs gone and crotch, tail, and buttocks merging into the flat bottom-end like his face, there was no chance of him moving again. Especially when untold gallons of wine sloshed comfortably inside him. His body subtly curved outward to better resemble the shape of a large barrel. As he and the planks became one, Moxxie managed to obtain one last glimpse of his distraught wife, his head nothing more than a thin pancake, face fading away to become the top surface of the barrel.
“M- Mwiwiiii…” was all Moxxie could burble to her, flashing a dopey smirk as the last of him disappeared, wine now filling the barrel to the brim.
“Moxxie!!” Millie writhed like mad in her chains, gazing with frenzy at Haagenti. “You monster! I- I’ll fuckin’ kill you!!”
“You will do no such thing to me.” The Goetian calmy told her. “But in the wrong hands, you might blow someone’s hand off~.”
Millie suddenly moaned as she felt the hawk’s magic intensify, his hand moving over to focus solely on her. Starting from the bottom of her hooves, a hardened, plastic coating coloured red just like her skin engulfed the appendages. It slowly crawled its way up her body, fusing her lower limbs together with every inch. The imp stared down at them, her mouth agape in terror whilst she struggled to move, momentum becoming difficult to build while losing the proper functions of her two legs. Before long, the coating paved over her torn black pants, vanishing beneath into nonexistence, the hellborn’s breath shuddering before she hurled demands at the insidious Goetian.
“Change me back, you prick!” She screamed out at him. “Ch- change Moxxie back before I-”
But before she could finish her latest threat, Millie’s words ceased to be, replaced by a burst of firework crackles that flew out her mouth and burnt her tongue. The small, colourful display delighted Haagenti, ogling at both them and Millie’s frightened confusion. She tried to speak again, only to be met with more fireworks flying out of her. Again and again she attempted to talk, words in her head unable to exit. Squeals and cracks of the fireworks echoed through the mansion. So determined had she become to use her absent words that she failed to notice the entire lower half of her body sealed in its hard red cocoon. Right then, Millie felt the skin of her tail vanish as though it had been flayed, spouting up more fireworks in pain as she turned back to stare at the appendage. To her shock, she eyed the unmistakable texture and darkened hue of a fuse, as though it always lurked beneath her tail. She managed to catch a glimpse of it shrinking when she lost control of her upper-limbs.
CLANG!
Breaking through her chains and sending her falling to the floor on her side next to her wine-barrel husband, both arms forcibly clasped themselves at Millie’s sides, eager to become one with the rest of her new complexion. It caused the hellborn to turn her gaze back to her front, seeing the hardened red shell fuse the limbs to her torso, speeding up in the process. It conquered what remained of her upper-body, leaving intact her heart-shaped tattoo though not without developing a plasticky sheen. Millie spoke in fireworks for the last time seconds later, the coating paving over her face, suffocating inside her new bodily shell. In her last view of the world, she failed to realize she was shrinking down to the size of a champagne bottle, the coating eagerly unfurling her horns, merging them together to form the conic top of a mean ol’ firework.
“M- Mills?” A shell-shocked Blitzo could only quietly mutter at the lifeless explosive on the table.
“Dad?! Get us out of here!!” Loona utterly panicked, soon grimacing from Haagenti’s amplifying magic. “I- I don’t wanna die…”
But at first, such a fate seemed absent, for a rising warmth filled her body from the inside, sweat starting to stain her fur. She stared down at herself, feeling her stomach grow full, until it swiftly affected her entire figure. Disbelief of a realm unheard ran across Loona’s face once she proceeded to expand, a supple thickness establishing itself across every part of her below the neck. Her stomach swelled into a chunky pot-belly, breasts ballooning bountifully, all while both arms and legs doubled in width, thighs rounding out especially so. Amid the ensuing distention, Loona winced when her top tore off, fully exposing her enlarging chest as the fabric fell to the table below. The manta-ray light creaked concerningly above, unsure if it could hold the hellhound in all her heavy poundage until she soon stopped growing. Well over a hundred pounds had filled Loona against her will, plentiful meat upon those bones, her chunky wrists scrunching tight against the chains around them.
“Th- that’s all?!” She growled at the Goetian, more enraged than anything. “Turning me into some fatso?”
“You’re quite hotheaded…” Haagenti slyly remarked, “that’ll make you taste even better~.”
Throughout it all, the temperature inside her kept rising, steadily amplified by the magic inflicted until it crescendoed into its desired outcome. Her last moment winded up being cut short when with furious might, her entire body caught fire. These hellish green flames clung solely to the hellhound, who madly swung from her chains, crying out in excruciating anguish. Haagenti adjusted the stance of his hand with all the casual grace of changing temperatures on a stovetop, as though commanding the flames to intensify or lessen where he wanted them to. For a good couple of moments, Loona’s cries slowly ceased to be, all while her exterior drastically changed to befit the Goetia’s desire. Every strand of fur and remaining clothes burnt off her physique with ease; dark, smoldering ashes accumulating on the spot of the table below her. In its place, visible through the fire, she developed a golden, crispy layer of skin whose tender meat beneath filled the mansion with its mouth-watering aroma, all while the heat burnt the crescent-shaped insignia of her shorts onto her roasting form. Amid this, a rope was conjured from thin air around her dangling paws, tightly tying itself around her ankles. All Blitzo could do was stare down at the table beneath him, unable to watch the gruesome fate inflicted on his daughter.
In due time, cooked to satisfaction, the flames died out upon Loona’s roasted form. With their snuffing out came the absence of any movement from the hellhound, idly swaying from the chains as her figure further changed. Her still head submerged itself into her torso, never to be seen again while her arms grew into wing-like appendages that led her to slip out of her chains. Before she could land on the table, however, Haagenti acted fast and summoned a large silver tray to protect his entrée for the party.
“Phew! What a close one.” He wiped his brow, preventing the meat from landing on the ashes. “This is one roast I would not want to dispose of. It smells delicious!”
What was once Loona proceeded to shrink and shrivel until it compared to only a fraction of her size, now a delicious, meaty roast ready to be served to many.
Blitzo did not bother nor gaze up at Haagenti when it was his turn to be altered. Yet the first thing he winded up feeling proved to be an immense euphoria of the mind. His brain wrung itself out like a wet mop, ridding itself of all its memories, pushing them back into the far reaches of his formerly-tormented mind. In their place, new ones emerged; of servitude and politeness, obedience and joy. At first, all Blitzo could do was moan softly before growing louder in volume, pitch forever rising, all while the exterior of his body underwent some drastic changes. Amber sparkles engulfed his clothes, turning his typical suit into the appropriate dress of a maid complete with black leggings and gloves plus a white apron. His muscles lessened, pectorals slightly bloating into legitimate breasts, while down below, his hips jutted out, butt flared up (against light-pink panties), and his genitalia receded into his crotch, leaving behind a slit that took on the proper form of a vagina. With such ease, Blitzo had been converted into Haagenti’s new maid, a cruelly gentle transformation compared to the fates of all the others. Unlike the former members of I.M.P., this pretty maid did not fall from her chains, instead being freed from them when a pleased Haagenti snapped his fingers to undo them, the imp landing on her own two hooves.
“My, you look simply dashing~.” He approached her and presented his hand, the maid happily grabbing onto it as she stepped down onto the floor. “Come along now. You and I have lots to prepare for. Why don’t you start by keeping that roast warm for our guests?”
“With pleasure!” The maid beamed brightly, soon carrying the tray with what was once his daughter into the kitchen, all while Haagenti pocketed the firework and caressed the top of the wine barrel.
…
Back in the bedroom, the party still active beneath them, the hawk-demon and imp maid engaged in the most mind-melting intercourse until the entire lavender candle itself melted.