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hellaversity · 10 months ago

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Vengeance is Futile (Chapter 2)

"What the hell are you doing here?" Verosika asked Barbie. "I could ask you the same thing. You don't belong here in Wrath anymore than you did in rehab. I'm just here to sell drugs for the Harvest Moon Festival coming up next Friday. I just hope that piece of shit Blitzø won't be competing," Barbie answered.

Then Barbie noticed the handsome cowboy man standing next to Verosika. "Oh? Who's this hottie?" She said in a flirty tone. Verosika growled at her. "Back off, crackhead. I saw him first." Barbie just rolled her eyes at the pink succubus and said "You never said he was yours. Now mind your own damn business, thot." Striker pulled the female imp away from him. "Listen lady, I ain't interested. Go get your own man," he told her off.

Barbie walked away givng both of them the middle finger. Striker looked back at Verosika, confused as they kept walking to the hotel room he promised her. "You know that bitch?" He asked. Verosika nodded with a frown on her. "Yeah, we both went to the same rehab together. She's Blitzø's twin sister, who hates him just as much as I do. That said, we don't exactly get along with each other, either. She reminds me too much of him," she explained.

"Damn, you got some serious issues with imps, don't you?" Striker asked her. Verosika was shocked to hear such a strange question. "What? Where the fuck did you get that idea?" "I mean, Wally Wacko back there was bothering you, Blitzø stole from you, and his sister was antagonizing you just now," he said. "Well, I don't see what them being imps have to do with anything," Verosika replied.

"It's ok. If it makes you feel any better, I don't have much respect for most imps anymore than I do those damn Goetias," he said. Verosika was confused. "But aren't you an imp yourself?" "Half imp. And I hate it," Striker replied. Verosika sweat dropped again. She didn't have much to say until they finally reached the hotel. "And here we are, Miss Mayday. Make yourself at home." Striker said right before he was about to leave, but Verosika stopped him.

"Wait! What about you?" She asked him. He stopped in his tracks and turned back around to face the succubus. "What ABOUT me?" He asked. "You're not staying here?" She was starting to lose hope of spending a whole night with this stud. "Of course not. I got my own apartment," he replied before whistling. Suddenly, a giant hell horse with a black exo-skeleton and a fiery mane and tail came running up to the cowboy hybrid demon. Verosika was in awe at the amazing sight of a gorgeous cowboy mounting and riding an awesome horse.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Mayday," Striker said as he tipped his hat to her. "It was nice meeting you too, Striker. And you can just call me Verosika, ok?" Striker smiled before riding off into the sunset back to his apartment. Verosika sighed dreamily and whispered "What a man. I hope that won't be the last time I see him." She walked into the hotel and asked for a room. She got her keys and looked around for room 102.

Eventually, she found it and unlocked the door. The moment she opened it, she was slack jawed from just how shitty it looked. She walked around the room recoiling in disgust. Cobwebs all over the ceiling. Dirty dishes in the kitchen. A raggedy old bed with a ripped, stained mattress. A couch with missing cushions. A broken TV that wouldn't even turn on. What kind of madness was this? Verosika Fucking Mayday wasn't used to living like this.

She reached into another room that turned out to be a bathroom. A really tiny bathroom. The toilet wss clogged, causing a strong stench. Verosika held her nose to get protect it from the awful smell. She grabbed the plunger and tried her best to unclog the toilet. She wasn't used to this. She had a maid that usually did all the cleaning for her back at her apartment in Pride. Once she was sure the excrement was pushed down low enough, she flushed the toilet.

Verosika took out her laundry bag and got out a red tank top, denim short shorts and black laced boots that only went up to her ankles. In such hot weather like this, those were the only kinds of clothes she could bring. She tried to turn on the shower, but for some reason the faucet wasn't working until she smakced it a few times. The water shot down as she removed her old cleavage bearing black shirt, ripped white pants, black high heeled boots and a black wristband, the same outfit she wore back at her last "Fuck Blitzø" party.

Verosika let her hair down stepped in and the water couldn't be more hot. "OW, FUCK!" She screamed in pain. She turned the faucet to the right to make the water cooler. She barely fit in this damn shower. Who built this place? Was every room in the hotel like this or was the last person who stayed here just a slob? There was only one bar of soap and two tiny bottle of shampoo and conditioner. The succubus sighed in annoyance. "Ugh, let's just get this overwith."

5 minutes later.....

"That was probably the worst fucking I ever had in my miserable life!" Verosika said angrily. Suddenly, she heard her cellphone ringing. She checked her contacts to see who was calling her. It was Kiki, her second-in-command. "What the hell does she want?" Verosika mumbled and then answered the phone. "What is it, Kiki?" "Boss, where the fuck are you? You were supposed to be here at your concert 10 minutes ago!" Kiki scolded her boss and friend.

Verosika's eyes widened. She forgot about that concert. Just how long had she been in Wrath? She only just came into the ring last night. "Just cancel it and reschedule it," she told Kiki. "Ugh, fine. But don't screw up like this ever again, you hear me?" Kiki said. "Got it," Verosika replied, then she hung up. She sat on that raggedy, dirty bed and buried her face in her hands. "I've been so focused on Striker that I forgot about my concert. Dammit, stupid me. Always falling in love at the worst times."

Soon after, she fell asleep. Or at least she tried to. It was hard to do so since the bed wasn't comfortable at all. Tossing and turning didn't help, either. "I miss my home now. What was I thinking asking for a hotel room in such a shithole like Wrath?" Verosika just closed her eyes and tried to dream of Striker to make the dream more peaceful. She was dreaming of riding on the back of his horse with him, having all kinds of fun adventures.

The next morning.....

Verosika woke up with a headache. She did NOT have good sleep last night. Dreaming about Striker was the only thing keeping her from just sleeping on the floor. She walked out of the hotel and decided to give the receptionist a piece of her mind. "Excuse me, but I wanna know what the hell kind of people you have working in this piece of shit hotel! Why is my room so disgusting and dirty?"

"That room hasn't been used in years, ma'am," the receptionist replied. "Are all the rooms in this hotel like that?" Verosika asked. "No, it's just that one. I promise we'll have a maid clean it up for you," said the receptionist. "You fucking better!" Said the angry succubus, gritting her teeth. She walked out the door and saw Striker coming closer, riding his cool horse. She smiled and instantly forgot how mad she was about her terrible hotel room.

"Good morning, Striker," she said, blushing. "Good morning to you too, Verosika. Hop on," Striker responded. Verosika's eyes widened. "You want me to go horseback riding with you? For real?" Striker had no idea that was exactly what Verosika was dreaming of last night. "Yup. Come on, there's rodeo show going on this afternoon. Might as well take you around before it starts. You don't wanna sit in your boring as hotel room all day, now do you?"

He held his hand out to her and she took it, climbing onto his horse and sitting behind him. Striker pulled on the horse's harness and yelled "Giddy up, Bombproof!" Bombproof took off, being almost as fast as a rollercoaster. Verosika was slightly dizzy from the ride, but it was so exciting. This might've been the most fun she's had in years.

Maybe she should stay here in Wrath for a little longer, as long as she can hang out with Striker and bond with him. Even if Blitzø screwed things up with her, it wouldn't hurt to try with this new guy. Striker pulled on Bombproof's harness again and the horse stopped dead in it's tracks. "This is that bar I took you too last night. Remember?" Striker asked Verosika while looking back at her. "Oh yeah, I remember. That was a good time," she replied.

Striker climbed off of Bombproof and held out his hand again. Verosika took it and stepped off the horse with ease. She really didn't need much help getting on and off this horse since she was taller than him, but she appreciated his offer to be a gentleman, anyway. Striker tied Bombproof to a column and the duo went inside the bar. Wally Wackford looked behind him to see these two demons he already recognized.

"Oy, Striker you still hanging around with Miss Mayday? You lucky chump!" Wally said. Verosika groaned at the sound of voice and the fact that he called Striker, of all people, a chump. Then she noticed who Wally was sitting right next to. Barbie Fucking Wire. "You two know each other now?" She asked. "I just beat him in a game of poker. Twice in a row," Barbie bragged. "Oh, is that so? Well, i've been playing poker for years and I csn guarantee that i'm much better at it than you are, crackhead."

"Oh, yeah? Well prove it then, slut!" Barbie taunted. Verosika was seething. She was not about to be insulted by the sad washed up loser sister of her asshole ex. She sat at the poker table and said "Bring it on, bitch!" Striker just sat at the table to watch the game. He really wanted to see his favorte succubus take Barbie down a peg. "Oh, is this that hot cowboy you were hanging out with yesterday?" Barbie said, batting her eyelashes at Striker. His only response was groaning while rolling his eyes.

Verosika and Barbie just stared at each other angrily while the boys watched in amusement.

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