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Ladies of the Night Part 7

Rosemary, Dominic, Joshua, Krystal, Kayleigh, and Ashley all raced back to the basement to resume their party. They couldn't stop talking about what an awesome fight they just witnessed. An archangel battling against a giant demon. Two veterans of an ancient war that ravaged across many realms reengaged not to hold domain of this world, or determine the fate of souls, but rather to gain respect for one another. To feel the thrill of battle once more course through their veins. A thrilling battle of immortal combat it was. Their attacks shook the very neighborhood they lived in. It was like watching a superhero battle from their favorite comic book movies up close, or video game characters from a fighting game come to life, or the tale of David and Goliath... on superpowered steroids.

The group was divided on who they believed won. While there was no real victor but there was no real loser either. One half boasted that Mike, the archangel, was the winner with the other half defended that Moloch, Dominic's monstrous father, held his ground. Regardless, they all agreed that that fight, and all six of them just hanging out together, made this the best night ever.

"That was, like, totally awesome!" Krystal cheered.

"Very awesome!" Dominic joined in.

"That was a battle of biblical proportions," Joshua proclaimed. "just don't tell my mom I said that."

Rosie said, "Alright, let's get back to our game night. Dom, why don't you see if you can take on Ash in Major Rager."

"I think I'll pass," Dominic sadly said. "How about Ash goes against Kayleigh? I'll sit out."

Dominic walked to the snack table and helped himself to what was left of the pizza slices. Confused, everyone but Rosemary and Ashley placed themselves at the from of the large flatscreen TV. The two friends looked worried for the demon boy, who isolated himself from the others. They then approached the table where Dominic was filling his plate full of cold snacks.

"Hey," Rosemary said. "what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Dominic fibbed, paying no attention to the two humans who tried comforting him.

"Is it something that Ash said?" She asked again.

"Well, that's just it," Dominic retorted. "she hasn't said anything to me. I don't think she likes me all."

Both Rosemary and Ashley gasped at Dominic's comment. Rosie defended, "What? That's crazy. Of course she likes you."

"But when I first talked to her earlier she ignored me. And then when I smelled blood, she just stared at me when I asked if she was hurt. Help me out here? You obviously speak girl."

Rosemary looked onto Ash and replied, "Okay."

Dominic watched closely to see if Rosemary could get her friend to communicate. She lifted her hands before her face and gave Ashley a mixture of hand signals. Ashley said nothing but relayed similar hand motions. Back and forth the girls signaled one another, much to Dominic's surprise.

"What's going on here?" The baffled imp asked.

"Speaking girl, obviously," Rosemary answered. "this is called sign language."

"Sign language? Like for—oh!" Dominic held his forked tongue. He felt lucky that his skin was red otherwise everyone would have seen how embarrassed he was. "I didn't know."

Ashley signed to Dominic while Rosemary translated. "It's cool. Don't worry about it. I went deaf when I was four years old due to a genetic condition called autosomal recessive Alport syndrome. It affects my kidneys by damaging the tiny blood vessels, leading to kidney disease and kidney failure. It can also affect my hearing, though no one is sure how the two are connected. It's only recently that my kidneys started acting up. A usual sign of this is blood in my urine."

"So the blood I smelled was..." Dominic awkwardly said.

"Yeah, that's kinda gross that you detected that." Ash signed. "Sadly, there's no cure for it, and sooner or later my kidneys will completely fail and I'll need a transplant."

"I'm sorry."

Ashley shook her head and signed again. "Please don't be. I know I might be in some pain as I grow older but I'm going to live my life to the fullest. There's medications I take to help treat the symptoms, which is a good start. That's why I want to be a biophysicist like my dad when I grow up, so I can find cures for all kinds of diseases. And you don't need to have Rosie translate for you all the time. I can read lips too. Just treat me like any other kid and we're good. Besides, I think it's so cool you're a demon from Hell."

"Really?" Dominic gleefully said, "Thanks!"

"Hey Dominic," Joshua called from the sofa. "we got an extra controller if you want to join."

Dominic waved to Ash and Rosie before teleporting himself to a cozy spot next to Joshua and Kayleigh. He gladly took the spare game controller from Joshua and joined in on the first-person shooter action. Rosemary smiled at the sight of all her friends, mortal and demonic, getting along so well. Before she could join them she looked at Ashley, who gave her a mischievous smirk.

"What?" Rosie hesitantly requested.

Ashley signed, "Your boyfriend's pretty cute."

Rosemary laughed and signed back, "He's not my boyfriend. But he is cute."

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Ladies of the Night Part 7
Rosemary, Dominic, Joshua, Krystal, Kayleigh, and Ashley all raced back to the basement to resume their party. They couldn't stop talking about what an awesome fight they just witnessed. An archangel battling against a giant demon. Two veterans of an ancient war that ravaged across many realms reengaged not to hold domain of this world, or determine the fate of souls, but rather to gain respect for one another. To feel the thrill of battle once more course through their veins. A thrilling battle of immortal combat it was. Their attacks shook the very neighborhood they lived in. It was like watching a superhero battle from their favorite comic book movies up close, or video game characters from a fighting game come to life, or the tale of David and Goliath... on superpowered steroids.

The group was divided on who they believed won. While there was no real victor but there was no real loser either. One half boasted that Mike, the archangel, was the winner with the other half defended that Moloch, Dominic's monstrous father, held his ground. Regardless, they all agreed that that fight, and all six of them just hanging out together, made this the best night ever.

"That was, like, totally awesome!" Krystal cheered.

"Very awesome!" Dominic joined in.

"That was a battle of biblical proportions," Joshua proclaimed. "just don't tell my mom I said that."

Rosie said, "Alright, let's get back to our game night. Dom, why don't you see if you can take on Ash in Major Rager."

"I think I'll pass," Dominic sadly said. "How about Ash goes against Kayleigh? I'll sit out."

Dominic walked to the snack table and helped himself to what was left of the pizza slices. Confused, everyone but Rosemary and Ashley placed themselves at the from of the large flatscreen TV. The two friends looked worried for the demon boy, who isolated himself from the others. They then approached the table where Dominic was filling his plate full of cold snacks.

"Hey," Rosemary said. "what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Dominic fibbed, paying no attention to the two humans who tried comforting him.

"Is it something that Ash said?" She asked again.

"Well, that's just it," Dominic retorted. "she hasn't said anything to me. I don't think she likes me all."

Both Rosemary and Ashley gasped at Dominic's comment. Rosie defended, "What? That's crazy. Of course she likes you."

"But when I first talked to her earlier she ignored me. And then when I smelled blood, she just stared at me when I asked if she was hurt. Help me out here? You obviously speak girl."

Rosemary looked onto Ash and replied, "Okay."

Dominic watched closely to see if Rosemary could get her friend to communicate. She lifted her hands before her face and gave Ashley a mixture of hand signals. Ashley said nothing but relayed similar hand motions. Back and forth the girls signaled one another, much to Dominic's surprise.

"What's going on here?" The baffled imp asked.

"Speaking girl, obviously," Rosemary answered. "this is called sign language."

"Sign language? Like for—oh!" Dominic held his forked tongue. He felt lucky that his skin was red otherwise everyone would have seen how embarrassed he was. "I didn't know."

Ashley signed to Dominic while Rosemary translated. "It's cool. Don't worry about it. I went deaf when I was four years old due to a genetic condition called autosomal recessive Alport syndrome. It affects my kidneys by damaging the tiny blood vessels, leading to kidney disease and kidney failure. It can also affect my hearing, though no one is sure how the two are connected. It's only recently that my kidneys started acting up. A usual sign of this is blood in my urine."

"So the blood I smelled was..." Dominic awkwardly said.

"Yeah, that's kinda gross that you detected that." Ash signed. "Sadly, there's no cure for it, and sooner or later my kidneys will completely fail and I'll need a transplant."

"I'm sorry."

Ashley shook her head and signed again. "Please don't be. I know I might be in some pain as I grow older but I'm going to live my life to the fullest. There's medications I take to help treat the symptoms, which is a good start. That's why I want to be a biophysicist like my dad when I grow up, so I can find cures for all kinds of diseases. And you don't need to have Rosie translate for you all the time. I can read lips too. Just treat me like any other kid and we're good. Besides, I think it's so cool you're a demon from Hell."

"Really?" Dominic gleefully said, "Thanks!"

"Hey Dominic," Joshua called from the sofa. "we got an extra controller if you want to join."

Dominic waved to Ash and Rosie before teleporting himself to a cozy spot next to Joshua and Kayleigh. He gladly took the spare game controller from Joshua and joined in on the first-person shooter action. Rosemary smiled at the sight of all her friends, mortal and demonic, getting along so well. Before she could join them she looked at Ashley, who gave her a mischievous smirk.

"What?" Rosie hesitantly requested.

Ashley signed, "Your boyfriend's pretty cute."

Rosemary laughed and signed back, "He's not my boyfriend. But he is cute."
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Ladies of the Night Part 6

The outskirts of Brimstone echoed with the roars of a wild motorcycle riding through the night. Carmen and Lilith zoomed all around the winding road of a towering cliff side, still screaming and cheering along the way. The wind breezed through their hair as they road through the cool night air. Their crazed smiles never ceased after they left Dante's. At the top the motorcycle putted to a creasing halt, finally out of gas. Both Carmen and Lilith jumped off the dead motorcycle, still thrilled about their wild ride.

"You have officially made this," Carmen said estatically. "the best girls night I've had in a while."

"Likewise, Carmen." Lilith gratefully said.

The women tossed their helmets off to the gravel road. Lilith paused. Her lavender eyes enchanted by the luminous light of the pale moon. Her feet guided her hypnotically to the edge of the cliff like she fell for the moon's siren call. She swatted a seat onto the soft green grass, eyes still fixated towards the full sphere that hung in the starlight sky.

"Amazing." Lilith whispered. "I never realized that the moon was that big. It's truly beautiful."

Carmen quietly lingered over to her demon friend and planted a seat next to her. Her eyes were fixed to the succubus. She was shocked to see how such a beautiful creature could be so captivated by something as simple as the moon. But perhaps Lilith deemed this grand sight a true spectacle outside her natural home. Her home, a world full of darkness, shadows, and flames. Never to be graced by the gift the moon gives. Lilith's beaming adoration was enough for a smile to curl on Carmen's face, happy that she was able to give a friend something she, or her species, would never have in a lifetime.

"Hey, I thought we could share this." Lilith then pulled out a large glass bottle from her purse, shaking the liquid contents inside. "I fenced it from the boss' secret hiding area."

"You mean his sock drawer?" Mrs. Gravely chuckled. "That's the same place he always uses whenever he tries to hide something that he doesn't want anyone to find."

Lilith's thumb popped off the bottle's cork. She quickly sucked down a small amount of booze and handed it off to her human companion. "Here, have a sip of this. Careful, it's a little strong."

Carmen shrugged and gladly the bottle. The booze was odd. It was odorless and transparent. Shrugging once more she took a sip of the contents. To her a little strong was exaggerated. The powerful booze burned down her throat like she swallowed fresh lava. She almost coughed it out but managed to keep it down before she handed it back to the succubus. 

"Strong, huh?" She choked. 

"Well what do you expect when this stuff was brewed straight from Hell? Just keep drinking, it'll water down."

"Okay, despite some strong alcohol, I'm honestly having a lot of fun with you. Everybody I know says I'm no fun. Heh, that's kinda true. I mean I took my daughters to a board meeting thinking that would be fun."

"Rubbish! You're loads of fun, love. To be honest, I've sort felt a bit envious of you. You've got a fancy house, a hot talk show job, a darling husband, and a couple of twee girls. There's some folks that sell their souls for that life."

"Thanks. But I can't tell you're saying that to be supportive, or kissing my ass because I'm your boss' wife."

"Maybe it's both." Lilith teased, and they both laughed. The two continued staring at the glowing moon. "I think this is the part where friends start sharing secrets."

"That time, huh?" Carmen muttered.

 "Let's make this a drinking game. We'll take turns asking deep questions and then we'll take another sip."

"Okay, I'll start." Carmen thought hard about a question then finally asked. "How long have you been working for Lu?"

"Not too long for the likes of me, but it can be considered a very long time for the likes of you? Age and time escapes those who have an extensive life. But I didn't start out as a secretary. No, life for me wasn't all tea and sugar. There was a time where succubi and incubi where viewed upon as second class citizens. You can't imagine being told that all we were only good, or all you'll ever be good for was for shagging. Makes it rougher still being told that as a child."

"Oh my, that's terrible."

"Fret not, love. That was the old days. Now that Lucifer is king, our lives have been smashing." 

Lilith sipped from the bottle and passed it again to Mrs. Gravely. Upon noticing what was on her queen's left hand she asked her question. "I see you still keep your first husband's ring on. Would you like to share something about him, or is that subject still too touchy?

Carmen fell silent. The subject was sensitive to her but she never minded. "Doug was... just amazing. We were married for almost nine years. Nine happy, wonderful years. He was part time music teacher at Rosie's school, and part time band instructor at the high school. He loved music, no matter what genre."

Carmen's second sip didn't burn as much as last time but the hellfire-tasting booze was still strong enough to maker her flinch. Lilith then asked. "Do you still love him?"

"Absolutely," Carmen proudly said. "Now and always. As much as I love Lu, now and always."

"Wish I had someone who could love me the same."

"You will. I'm sure there's someone for you out there. I mean look at you. In the right light, you are looking so hot right NAH! Not again!"

"Sorry. It's the pheromones."

Carmen then chuckled. "Point is you will find someone. It may take time but you will. So, my question. That pheromone thing you did earlier at Dante's. Have you ever used it on Lu before?"

The bottle was passed to Lilith now. One big sip later and she admitted. "Actually he seems to be the only thing that's immune to my charm. I've tried asking for a raise that way before but he wouldn't cave. Alright, my turn for a question. Even before you've met all us, did you ever believe? Did you ever think there was a heaven or hell, or even God, before all this?"

The bottle ended back to Carmen. She downed another sip, this time the burning sensation felt more eased. "Well, I admit that I've never considered myself religious or associated with any religion, but I guess I was sorta spiritual in some way. Part of me wanted to believe that there was someone watching over us, but part of me kinda saw reality and thought if He was real why let so many suffer, you know?"

"Yeah I hear ya. I come from a realm where God's merely lost hope. Nobody's ever seen him, except for the boss and Legion of course."

"Well, if you did meet God, what would you ask of Him?"

"A chance to love someone without hurting them..." The succubus sadly uttered. "A chance to bare children too."

Lilith took the bottle from Carmen's hand and drank a large portion of its contents. A small tear leaked from her eye to which she immediately wiped away with her wrist. Carmen looked at her friend, saddened by her shocking revelation. She gently placed her hand on Lilith's shoulder, comforting her in her sorrow.

Lilith immediately perked back into her peppy attitude. "Well there I go being a Debby Downer again. The night's still young and we gotta spice things up a bit; and I know just the place."

"Where?" Carmen asked.

"Down the Inferno there's a club called the Babylon. Mephistopheles used to own the joint."

"Mephistopheles owned it?"

"Used to. Not anymore. Place is a bigger hit now with the boss owning it. Let's go!"

"How are we gonna get there? The house is miles away?"

"Oh there's always more than one way to get to Hell."

Lilith pulled out her cellphone and started texting rapidly. After her text was sent, a fiery portal opened behind them on the gravel road. Out hopped a yellow, banged up taxi car that huffed and puffed on arrived before coming to a shrieking halt. In the driver's seat was a skeleton cabby wearing a black beret and had a missing lower jaw. The living skeleton looked over to the girls with molten charcoal he had in his eye sockets. A quick nod from him was the only greeting he could give. Lilith pulled Carmen by her wrist once again and the two inside the rusted vehicle.

"Hello, Charon!" Lilith welcomed. "One trip to Babylon, if you please."

Suddenly the cab powered off. The cabby dropped his keys into the vehicle's next seat, not wishing to drive at all. The sliding window that separated the three slid open and the cabby laid out his bony hand.

Lilith rolled her eyes and moaned. "Ah, always wanting for tips first." 

Reaching back into her purse she pulled out a twenty dollar bill and gave it the cabby, enough to cover both of them. The cabby snatched the bill, slapped the keys back into the ignition, and pressed his bony foot onto the gas petal. The cab's engine popped alive and it rolled back into the fiery portal. 

One short trip later and, much to Carmen's astonishment, they were already outside a large building, deep in the depths of the Inferno at the heart of its capital city, Dis. The building was moldy and very crooked, it looked as though four building blocks were poorly stacked on top of each other, and flashy neon lights lit up the darken abyss surrounding it. Loud techno music boomed inside its walls that the whole building shook from each electric beat. 

Lilith thanked their cabby and hurried herself and her friend out the cab. They ran up the creaky stairs and entered the eerily, flashing clubhouse. Inside appeared and felt adversely from the outside. The interior was very clean, polished, and its lighting flashed different hues of lively colors. At its core was a crowd out quite literally colorful people. The numerous human looking succubi and incubi and their colorful skin tones blended perfectly with the all the flashing lights as they danced wildly to the demonic D.J.'s vibes. 

Mrs. Gravely stared in awe at the partying crowd until Lilith coaxed her again to join the fun. She knew she hadn't done anything like this since she was in college but she couldn't resist dancing along with the demon folk. She felt younger and livelier thanks to her fun-loving friend, and the two continued to dance on through their best night ever.

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Ladies of the Night Part 6
The outskirts of Brimstone echoed with the roars of a wild motorcycle riding through the night. Carmen and Lilith zoomed all around the winding road of a towering cliff side, still screaming and cheering along the way. The wind breezed through their hair as they road through the cool night air. Their crazed smiles never ceased after they left Dante's. At the top the motorcycle putted to a creasing halt, finally out of gas. Both Carmen and Lilith jumped off the dead motorcycle, still thrilled about their wild ride.

"You have officially made this," Carmen said estatically. "the best girls night I've had in a while."

"Likewise, Carmen." Lilith gratefully said.

The women tossed their helmets off to the gravel road. Lilith paused. Her lavender eyes enchanted by the luminous light of the pale moon. Her feet guided her hypnotically to the edge of the cliff like she fell for the moon's siren call. She swatted a seat onto the soft green grass, eyes still fixated towards the full sphere that hung in the starlight sky.

"Amazing." Lilith whispered. "I never realized that the moon was that big. It's truly beautiful."

Carmen quietly lingered over to her demon friend and planted a seat next to her. Her eyes were fixed to the succubus. She was shocked to see how such a beautiful creature could be so captivated by something as simple as the moon. But perhaps Lilith deemed this grand sight a true spectacle outside her natural home. Her home, a world full of darkness, shadows, and flames. Never to be graced by the gift the moon gives. Lilith's beaming adoration was enough for a smile to curl on Carmen's face, happy that she was able to give a friend something she, or her species, would never have in a lifetime.

"Hey, I thought we could share this." Lilith then pulled out a large glass bottle from her purse, shaking the liquid contents inside. "I fenced it from the boss' secret hiding area."

"You mean his sock drawer?" Mrs. Gravely chuckled. "That's the same place he always uses whenever he tries to hide something that he doesn't want anyone to find."

Lilith's thumb popped off the bottle's cork. She quickly sucked down a small amount of booze and handed it off to her human companion. "Here, have a sip of this. Careful, it's a little strong."

Carmen shrugged and gladly the bottle. The booze was odd. It was odorless and transparent. Shrugging once more she took a sip of the contents. To her a little strong was exaggerated. The powerful booze burned down her throat like she swallowed fresh lava. She almost coughed it out but managed to keep it down before she handed it back to the succubus. 

"Strong, huh?" She choked. 

"Well what do you expect when this stuff was brewed straight from Hell? Just keep drinking, it'll water down."

"Okay, despite some strong alcohol, I'm honestly having a lot of fun with you. Everybody I know says I'm no fun. Heh, that's kinda true. I mean I took my daughters to a board meeting thinking that would be fun."

"Rubbish! You're loads of fun, love. To be honest, I've sort felt a bit envious of you. You've got a fancy house, a hot talk show job, a darling husband, and a couple of twee girls. There's some folks that sell their souls for that life."

"Thanks. But I can't tell you're saying that to be supportive, or kissing my ass because I'm your boss' wife."

"Maybe it's both." Lilith teased, and they both laughed. The two continued staring at the glowing moon. "I think this is the part where friends start sharing secrets."

"That time, huh?" Carmen muttered.

 "Let's make this a drinking game. We'll take turns asking deep questions and then we'll take another sip."

"Okay, I'll start." Carmen thought hard about a question then finally asked. "How long have you been working for Lu?"

"Not too long for the likes of me, but it can be considered a very long time for the likes of you? Age and time escapes those who have an extensive life. But I didn't start out as a secretary. No, life for me wasn't all tea and sugar. There was a time where succubi and incubi where viewed upon as second class citizens. You can't imagine being told that all we were only good, or all you'll ever be good for was for shagging. Makes it rougher still being told that as a child."

"Oh my, that's terrible."

"Fret not, love. That was the old days. Now that Lucifer is king, our lives have been smashing." 

Lilith sipped from the bottle and passed it again to Mrs. Gravely. Upon noticing what was on her queen's left hand she asked her question. "I see you still keep your first husband's ring on. Would you like to share something about him, or is that subject still too touchy?

Carmen fell silent. The subject was sensitive to her but she never minded. "Doug was... just amazing. We were married for almost nine years. Nine happy, wonderful years. He was part time music teacher at Rosie's school, and part time band instructor at the high school. He loved music, no matter what genre."

Carmen's second sip didn't burn as much as last time but the hellfire-tasting booze was still strong enough to maker her flinch. Lilith then asked. "Do you still love him?"

"Absolutely," Carmen proudly said. "Now and always. As much as I love Lu, now and always."

"Wish I had someone who could love me the same."

"You will. I'm sure there's someone for you out there. I mean look at you. In the right light, you are looking so hot right NAH! Not again!"

"Sorry. It's the pheromones."

Carmen then chuckled. "Point is you will find someone. It may take time but you will. So, my question. That pheromone thing you did earlier at Dante's. Have you ever used it on Lu before?"

The bottle was passed to Lilith now. One big sip later and she admitted. "Actually he seems to be the only thing that's immune to my charm. I've tried asking for a raise that way before but he wouldn't cave. Alright, my turn for a question. Even before you've met all us, did you ever believe? Did you ever think there was a heaven or hell, or even God, before all this?"

The bottle ended back to Carmen. She downed another sip, this time the burning sensation felt more eased. "Well, I admit that I've never considered myself religious or associated with any religion, but I guess I was sorta spiritual in some way. Part of me wanted to believe that there was someone watching over us, but part of me kinda saw reality and thought if He was real why let so many suffer, you know?"

"Yeah I hear ya. I come from a realm where God's merely lost hope. Nobody's ever seen him, except for the boss and Legion of course."

"Well, if you did meet God, what would you ask of Him?"

"A chance to love someone without hurting them..." The succubus sadly uttered. "A chance to bare children too."

Lilith took the bottle from Carmen's hand and drank a large portion of its contents. A small tear leaked from her eye to which she immediately wiped away with her wrist. Carmen looked at her friend, saddened by her shocking revelation. She gently placed her hand on Lilith's shoulder, comforting her in her sorrow.

Lilith immediately perked back into her peppy attitude. "Well there I go being a Debby Downer again. The night's still young and we gotta spice things up a bit; and I know just the place."

"Where?" Carmen asked.

"Down the Inferno there's a club called the Babylon. Mephistopheles used to own the joint."

"Mephistopheles owned it?"

"Used to. Not anymore. Place is a bigger hit now with the boss owning it. Let's go!"

"How are we gonna get there? The house is miles away?"

"Oh there's always more than one way to get to Hell."

Lilith pulled out her cellphone and started texting rapidly. After her text was sent, a fiery portal opened behind them on the gravel road. Out hopped a yellow, banged up taxi car that huffed and puffed on arrived before coming to a shrieking halt. In the driver's seat was a skeleton cabby wearing a black beret and had a missing lower jaw. The living skeleton looked over to the girls with molten charcoal he had in his eye sockets. A quick nod from him was the only greeting he could give. Lilith pulled Carmen by her wrist once again and the two inside the rusted vehicle.

"Hello, Charon!" Lilith welcomed. "One trip to Babylon, if you please."

Suddenly the cab powered off. The cabby dropped his keys into the vehicle's next seat, not wishing to drive at all. The sliding window that separated the three slid open and the cabby laid out his bony hand.

Lilith rolled her eyes and moaned. "Ah, always wanting for tips first." 

Reaching back into her purse she pulled out a twenty dollar bill and gave it the cabby, enough to cover both of them. The cabby snatched the bill, slapped the keys back into the ignition, and pressed his bony foot onto the gas petal. The cab's engine popped alive and it rolled back into the fiery portal. 

One short trip later and, much to Carmen's astonishment, they were already outside a large building, deep in the depths of the Inferno at the heart of its capital city, Dis. The building was moldy and very crooked, it looked as though four building blocks were poorly stacked on top of each other, and flashy neon lights lit up the darken abyss surrounding it. Loud techno music boomed inside its walls that the whole building shook from each electric beat. 

Lilith thanked their cabby and hurried herself and her friend out the cab. They ran up the creaky stairs and entered the eerily, flashing clubhouse. Inside appeared and felt adversely from the outside. The interior was very clean, polished, and its lighting flashed different hues of lively colors. At its core was a crowd out quite literally colorful people. The numerous human looking succubi and incubi and their colorful skin tones blended perfectly with the all the flashing lights as they danced wildly to the demonic D.J.'s vibes. 

Mrs. Gravely stared in awe at the partying crowd until Lilith coaxed her again to join the fun. She knew she hadn't done anything like this since she was in college but she couldn't resist dancing along with the demon folk. She felt younger and livelier thanks to her fun-loving friend, and the two continued to dance on through their best night ever.
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Ladies of the Night Part 5

"Read them and weep, boys." Lu mocked his companions as he laid down another winning hand onto the dining table. A pair of kings flopped down, which was paired up perfectly with a pair of aces and a third king. His demonic cohorts and older angelic brother cursed under their breaths after tossing their cards away. Lu scooped up his large pile of multicolored poker chips, cackling like a mad hyena as he categorized them by their color and amount. The hands of fate were aiding the devil in this fortuitous night—or his slimy hands were cheating his way to victory. 

Scrugs, serving as the evening's dealer, reshuffled the cards in his scaly hands. He cut them, decked them, and impressed the guests with his stellar card tricks before he finally dealt two pair to each player. After each player received a new hand he set out three cards: a red seven of hearts, a red six of diamonds, and a black jack of spades. A careful peek at their cards helped them strategize their next moves. Ghuul tossed out two white chips onto the table to start things off. Next Moloch tossed his chips in followed by the two heavenly brothers. Balthazar took one look at his hand and tossed them away into the discard pile, disgusted by what the bat-like creature gave him. 

Balthazar then pulled out one of the cigars that the archangel gave the group and pointed it at the monstrous Moloch. With the press of his giant thumb, Moloch's fire magic lit it up. Balthazar proceeded to put the butt end of his cigar into his rotted mouth, inhaling the toxic tobacco content in, well aware that tar will never affect his lungs.

"So flyboy," He breathed with a puff of thick smoke spreading through the clean atmosphere. "I hear you got yourself a human girlfriend as well."

"Uh, yeah that's right." Mike cautiously replied.

"Heard she's Muslim too." Ghuul said after tossing in a couple more chips to the table. 

Mike replied again. "Right."

"So tell me," The demon Balthazar interrogated. "Is it embarrassing when you two are going at it and she screams for your father?"

All the demons laughed, including the devil, at the lewd joke, yet Mike kept silent, wishing not to start any conflicts.

"Nah, nah, Balthazar," Ghuul interrupted. "She's more disappointed when she finds out that the scripture was right. There's no holy trinity below the belt."

The party laughs again, but Mike uncomfortably said. "Ha, ha, like every angel hasn't heard that joke before." 

Despite the mockery from the demons, they continued to play on. Scrugs flipped over a card from the deck, a red ace of diamonds. From there the chips started to fly. Regan ran down the stairs to the kitchen to get herself and Slinky a little snack for their tea party. When she walked by her stepfather, he gave her a peek at his cards.

"Hey Lu," She innocently asked. "Is it a good thing to have all the cards the same color?" 

"Regan!" Her stepfather gasped. "Naughty, naughty. Giving away my winning hand."

The demons hissed angrily, just about to discard their hands until Michael said. "Don't fall for it! He used to pull this stunt all the time. He's got nothing."

"Take the fun out of everything why don't ya?" His brother grimaced as he threw away his hand into the discard pile. Scrugs then drew the final card, a nine of spades. Upon that reveal Moloch shoved half his chips in like a snowplow pushing into a mountain of snow. The menacing minotaur demon then bellowed a most grueling laugh that sent chills around the dining area. Ghuul folded his hand but Mike called him out, shoving the same amount of chips the giant did before. 

Moloch laughed again and set his cards out on the battle. A pair of sixes, one black of clubs and another red of hearts. "Three sixes." He grunted.

"Not bad," The archangel humbly stated. "but I think I got you beat."

Michael revealed his hand out for all to see. A pair of sevens that matched up with the sole seven on the table. The jaw of every demon in the household dropped at the sight of the angel's victorious set. Moloch, however, growled savagely, unimpressed by his opponent's victory. 

"You. Me. Throwdown. Now!" He bellowed.

"For what?" The archangel demanded. "Winning?"

Lucifer stood up and tried to settle the tension. "Guys, you can't fight here!"

"Thanks Lu."

"That's why we're taking it outside!"

"Dammit Lu!"

Unlike Lu's poker party in the dining area, Rosemary's video game party was going much smoother. They felt lucky they could get Slinky to regurgitate the controllers before they've entered his digestive system. A quick, clean bleach bath later and they were ready to play. Dominic and Joshua were busy mowing down pixelated monsters in their ultra violent video game while Rosemary, Kayleigh, and Krystal rocked out to her metal band playlist that played over the speakers. Dominic was getting along perfectly with everyone and even learned some new things about his human friends, such as Joshua being lead soprano of his Sunday school choir and Krystal's mother owned several businesses in Brimstone. Yet the one person that was still a mystery to him was the quiet, red-headed Ashley DeMarco. He recalled that ever since she arrived she has never said one word to anybody. Other than the occasional wink, nod, shrug, or thumbs up she presented during some small talk, she said nothing the entire evening. 

Then a odd odor tickled his slit nostrils. He sniffed the air and caught wind of a musty, metallic smell. He's familiar with this type of smell from the pits of the Inferno. Blood. Human blood. 

"Is someone here hurt?" Dominic asked everybody in the basement, to which they all answered with a no.

He then heard the sound of a toilet being flushed from the bathroom down the corner, which was where the bloody smell was coming from. He dropped his controller and ran over to the bathroom door only to be met by Ashley, who exited the bathroom and wiped her cleaned hands on her shirt.

"Hey, are you hurt?" The young demon asked. "I smelled blood and thought someone was hurt. Are you okay?"

Ashley blankly stared at him, confused by what the young demon had to say. Dominic's ears lowered again in disappointment. He knew that he was never going to get an answer but he, and everyone else in the basement, did receive another response. 

"Hey guys," Kayleigh shouted from the basement's window. "Something's going on outside."

All the kids ran up the stairs and onto the wood deck to bear witness a reenactment of an old battle between the forces of light and dark. Lu, Scrugs, Balthazar, and Ghuul were all stand out on the large deck and watched as the archangel Michael and the towering demon Moloch stared each other down in the backyard. Even Regan stood by the adults and watched the spectacle with Slinky coiled around her small shoulders.

"I'm not gonna fight him, Lu." Mike argued to his brother and company. "What's even the point of this.

"You better fight him, bro." Lu said. "Otherwise he will kill you."

"This is ridiculous! I won that hand. You think —"

A surprise attack from Moloch's giant fist into the right cheek silenced the angel. Another fist flew through Mike's other cheek, then finally being knocked down his feet with a swift upper cut. Moloch unleashed a carnivorous roar so loud the alarms of every car in the block squawked. The kids started chanting for the fight to continue joined in with the supernatural adults.

Moloch turned to the small cheering crowd and grinned. So confident that he was victorious this time that he never saw the archangel's electrified fist collide into his own cheek. The crowd flinched from the painful sucker punch but kept chanting and cheering. Moloch looked back to his opponent. Mike's eyes scorched bright as the sun and his golden wings were pulsing from his back. He then slugged two more jabs into the demon's stomach and then headbutted his enormous head. 

Mike sprung into the air like locust and somersaulted over the giant demon. His large, energized wings snatched themselves around Moloch's large horns. The hot energy coiled around like chains around the ivory horns that were nearly as big as the demon himself. With the aid of his wings the archangel threw the demon into the wooden fence like a rag doll. The demon continued to fly until he crashed through into the neighbor's pool. Cool chlorine water spilled out all over the wiped Moloch.

The crowd gasped then cheered wildly for Mike's miraculous display. Though much to his chagrin even the holy archangel couldn't help himself but wave to his applauding fans. Moloch picked himself off the ground but felt something off inside his mouth. His tongue poked around the innards of his jaws until he found the distorted source. The demon spat out one of his sharp teeth into his gargantuan hand. He looked back at the angel and chuckled, impressed that anyone, little an angel, was able to do that. 

"That all you got?" He then growled.

Michael smirked at the hellish brute. He then readied his fists for another assault and quipped. "Why don't you come and find out?"

And that the demon did. One booming roar later and he charged like a raging bull. Mike launched into the air with a thunderous fist prepped for battle. From there a battle of godly champions echoed into the coming night.

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Ladies of the Night Part 5
"Read them and weep, boys." Lu mocked his companions as he laid down another winning hand onto the dining table. A pair of kings flopped down, which was paired up perfectly with a pair of aces and a third king. His demonic cohorts and older angelic brother cursed under their breaths after tossing their cards away. Lu scooped up his large pile of multicolored poker chips, cackling like a mad hyena as he categorized them by their color and amount. The hands of fate were aiding the devil in this fortuitous night—or his slimy hands were cheating his way to victory. 

Scrugs, serving as the evening's dealer, reshuffled the cards in his scaly hands. He cut them, decked them, and impressed the guests with his stellar card tricks before he finally dealt two pair to each player. After each player received a new hand he set out three cards: a red seven of hearts, a red six of diamonds, and a black jack of spades. A careful peek at their cards helped them strategize their next moves. Ghuul tossed out two white chips onto the table to start things off. Next Moloch tossed his chips in followed by the two heavenly brothers. Balthazar took one look at his hand and tossed them away into the discard pile, disgusted by what the bat-like creature gave him. 

Balthazar then pulled out one of the cigars that the archangel gave the group and pointed it at the monstrous Moloch. With the press of his giant thumb, Moloch's fire magic lit it up. Balthazar proceeded to put the butt end of his cigar into his rotted mouth, inhaling the toxic tobacco content in, well aware that tar will never affect his lungs.

"So flyboy," He breathed with a puff of thick smoke spreading through the clean atmosphere. "I hear you got yourself a human girlfriend as well."

"Uh, yeah that's right." Mike cautiously replied.

"Heard she's Muslim too." Ghuul said after tossing in a couple more chips to the table. 

Mike replied again. "Right."

"So tell me," The demon Balthazar interrogated. "Is it embarrassing when you two are going at it and she screams for your father?"

All the demons laughed, including the devil, at the lewd joke, yet Mike kept silent, wishing not to start any conflicts.

"Nah, nah, Balthazar," Ghuul interrupted. "She's more disappointed when she finds out that the scripture was right. There's no holy trinity below the belt."

The party laughs again, but Mike uncomfortably said. "Ha, ha, like every angel hasn't heard that joke before." 

Despite the mockery from the demons, they continued to play on. Scrugs flipped over a card from the deck, a red ace of diamonds. From there the chips started to fly. Regan ran down the stairs to the kitchen to get herself and Slinky a little snack for their tea party. When she walked by her stepfather, he gave her a peek at his cards.

"Hey Lu," She innocently asked. "Is it a good thing to have all the cards the same color?" 

"Regan!" Her stepfather gasped. "Naughty, naughty. Giving away my winning hand."

The demons hissed angrily, just about to discard their hands until Michael said. "Don't fall for it! He used to pull this stunt all the time. He's got nothing."

"Take the fun out of everything why don't ya?" His brother grimaced as he threw away his hand into the discard pile. Scrugs then drew the final card, a nine of spades. Upon that reveal Moloch shoved half his chips in like a snowplow pushing into a mountain of snow. The menacing minotaur demon then bellowed a most grueling laugh that sent chills around the dining area. Ghuul folded his hand but Mike called him out, shoving the same amount of chips the giant did before. 

Moloch laughed again and set his cards out on the battle. A pair of sixes, one black of clubs and another red of hearts. "Three sixes." He grunted.

"Not bad," The archangel humbly stated. "but I think I got you beat."

Michael revealed his hand out for all to see. A pair of sevens that matched up with the sole seven on the table. The jaw of every demon in the household dropped at the sight of the angel's victorious set. Moloch, however, growled savagely, unimpressed by his opponent's victory. 

"You. Me. Throwdown. Now!" He bellowed.

"For what?" The archangel demanded. "Winning?"

Lucifer stood up and tried to settle the tension. "Guys, you can't fight here!"

"Thanks Lu."

"That's why we're taking it outside!"

"Dammit Lu!"

Unlike Lu's poker party in the dining area, Rosemary's video game party was going much smoother. They felt lucky they could get Slinky to regurgitate the controllers before they've entered his digestive system. A quick, clean bleach bath later and they were ready to play. Dominic and Joshua were busy mowing down pixelated monsters in their ultra violent video game while Rosemary, Kayleigh, and Krystal rocked out to her metal band playlist that played over the speakers. Dominic was getting along perfectly with everyone and even learned some new things about his human friends, such as Joshua being lead soprano of his Sunday school choir and Krystal's mother owned several businesses in Brimstone. Yet the one person that was still a mystery to him was the quiet, red-headed Ashley DeMarco. He recalled that ever since she arrived she has never said one word to anybody. Other than the occasional wink, nod, shrug, or thumbs up she presented during some small talk, she said nothing the entire evening. 

Then a odd odor tickled his slit nostrils. He sniffed the air and caught wind of a musty, metallic smell. He's familiar with this type of smell from the pits of the Inferno. Blood. Human blood. 

"Is someone here hurt?" Dominic asked everybody in the basement, to which they all answered with a no.

He then heard the sound of a toilet being flushed from the bathroom down the corner, which was where the bloody smell was coming from. He dropped his controller and ran over to the bathroom door only to be met by Ashley, who exited the bathroom and wiped her cleaned hands on her shirt.

"Hey, are you hurt?" The young demon asked. "I smelled blood and thought someone was hurt. Are you okay?"

Ashley blankly stared at him, confused by what the young demon had to say. Dominic's ears lowered again in disappointment. He knew that he was never going to get an answer but he, and everyone else in the basement, did receive another response. 

"Hey guys," Kayleigh shouted from the basement's window. "Something's going on outside."

All the kids ran up the stairs and onto the wood deck to bear witness a reenactment of an old battle between the forces of light and dark. Lu, Scrugs, Balthazar, and Ghuul were all stand out on the large deck and watched as the archangel Michael and the towering demon Moloch stared each other down in the backyard. Even Regan stood by the adults and watched the spectacle with Slinky coiled around her small shoulders.

"I'm not gonna fight him, Lu." Mike argued to his brother and company. "What's even the point of this.

"You better fight him, bro." Lu said. "Otherwise he will kill you."

"This is ridiculous! I won that hand. You think —"

A surprise attack from Moloch's giant fist into the right cheek silenced the angel. Another fist flew through Mike's other cheek, then finally being knocked down his feet with a swift upper cut. Moloch unleashed a carnivorous roar so loud the alarms of every car in the block squawked. The kids started chanting for the fight to continue joined in with the supernatural adults.

Moloch turned to the small cheering crowd and grinned. So confident that he was victorious this time that he never saw the archangel's electrified fist collide into his own cheek. The crowd flinched from the painful sucker punch but kept chanting and cheering. Moloch looked back to his opponent. Mike's eyes scorched bright as the sun and his golden wings were pulsing from his back. He then slugged two more jabs into the demon's stomach and then headbutted his enormous head. 

Mike sprung into the air like locust and somersaulted over the giant demon. His large, energized wings snatched themselves around Moloch's large horns. The hot energy coiled around like chains around the ivory horns that were nearly as big as the demon himself. With the aid of his wings the archangel threw the demon into the wooden fence like a rag doll. The demon continued to fly until he crashed through into the neighbor's pool. Cool chlorine water spilled out all over the wiped Moloch.

The crowd gasped then cheered wildly for Mike's miraculous display. Though much to his chagrin even the holy archangel couldn't help himself but wave to his applauding fans. Moloch picked himself off the ground but felt something off inside his mouth. His tongue poked around the innards of his jaws until he found the distorted source. The demon spat out one of his sharp teeth into his gargantuan hand. He looked back at the angel and chuckled, impressed that anyone, little an angel, was able to do that. 

"That all you got?" He then growled.

Michael smirked at the hellish brute. He then readied his fists for another assault and quipped. "Why don't you come and find out?"

And that the demon did. One booming roar later and he charged like a raging bull. Mike launched into the air with a thunderous fist prepped for battle. From there a battle of godly champions echoed into the coming night.
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Another busy night at the local bar, Dante's Inferno. It may not be the cleanest bar, stuff was always breaking or broken, and the food was so atrocious that the patrons often left with food poisoning; yet the beverages were always cold and the attendants served with a smile. It had it's regular crowds come in to watch the sports channel on its staticky T.V. and forget their stressful affairs; and families partaking in for the popular weekly activities such as family trivia or karaoke night. Yet this is just another Saturday, which means it was the perfect time for folks to come in and drink away.

This Saturday night was all the more special with the lovely Mrs. Gravely and the sexy Lilith celebrating their first girls night together. They sat up at the front in the bar at the head of its long, horseshoe shaped counter top table. Their feminist bartender poured the two their drinks, to which they swallowed down shot after shot. 

"Cheers!" They praised and sipped down their third shot. 

"Lu wasn't kidding," Lilith said. "when he said this bar was great. It kinda reminds me of that show from the 80s where one of the blokes got a better spin-off series."

"Yeah it may not look like much," Carmen said. "but it makes you feel at home. Hey, hunk over at two o'clock."

The two ladies peered off to the one of the back corners of the bar as they carefully eyed a very handsome man, who in returned raised his glass to them.

"That he is, and I spy a nice lass over there with a fine ass," Lilith said, giving a wink to the female seated next to the charming man. Surprised, Carmen's eyebrows raised, to which Lilith gave her the most logical response. "I'm not picky with whom I share my love with. That is if I can share my love with anyone."

"I can't believe that someone like you doesn't have a lasting relationship." Then Carmen said. "I mean look at you. You're smart, you're attractive, you got a great body, and I love how the light reflects off you- AH! Sorry! Did I just say that stuff out loud?"

Lilith playfully giggled. "Worry nothing, love. That's just me pheromones. It's a succubus thing. We emit pheromones to draw attention and attract all sorts of Joe Bloggs, no matter what sex or sexual preference. Once they've got someone under their spell, that someone do just about anything for us. Watch this."

The cunning succubus then spun to her right and faced a much older, sophisticated patron guzzling down his glass. "Hellooo there." She sing-songed for his attention. "Mind paying for our pints?"

"Sorry." The old patron grumbled. "Got my own."

"Ah come on now, love." The succubus flirted some more. "Surely a handsome bloke such as yourself wouldn't mind paying for a pair of lovely ladies. It would be the Bee's knees."

The old patron finally looked at Lilith then suddenly he felt caught in a hypnotic trance. His old maw gawked open stupidly with a dry thirst for the luscious purple lady. The flicking ceiling lights glistened around her smooth skin and her perfectly fit body. Her eyelashes blink rapidly to offer a tease of her licentious, lavender eyes like a wooing feather dancer. A succulent scent of sweet roses and minted lavenders intoxicated his hairy nostrils. Sweat began to drip from his face when he stared deep into her covered cleavage that hid the great treasures beneath. A fantasy formulated in this head of how this enchantress offered him all his deepest pleasures, though this only a small taste of what invisible force that secretly secreted from her skin.

"You know," He uttered, wiping away the drool off the corner his mouth. "It's on me."

Lilith thanked the old timer with a gracious grin and rewarded him with a blown kiss. The old patron nearly fell off his seat as if he felt her desirable lips crash against his cheek, much to the joy of his hallucination. 

"See?" The succubus asked her awed friend.

"Wow." The mesmerized Mrs. Gravely muttered. "That's incredible."

"Doesn't stop there," She complied and then focused her sensual gaze at the lady bartender. "Excuse me, ma'am. We're all having a wondrous time, though it be more wondrous if you could pour some drinks for everybody, on the house. Just for this time around? Pretty please?"

The bartender stood there and stared back at the spellbinding secretary. The similar aroma that the old man felt now entranced by this mysterious and beautiful purple woman. A fantastical vision bloomed her in thoughts, where this same siren lured her into a pool of flower petals, tempting her for a taste of her lips. Without a word but only a bright blush and a sheepish smile, the bartender poured round after round for every customer in the bar. They all cheered like wild hounds being rewarded their favorite treat when free drinks were given away. 

Carmen laughed and applauded. "Oh my god. This is incredible. Can all demons do that?"

"As I mentioned," Lilith explained. "Only a succubus has this kind of talent. That and as well as our male counterparts, the incubus."

"You are amazing! How can you not score a date with this ability?"

"Landing a date is not really a problem. It's just for me... I, well — Aw, that's just some personal business we don't need to go over. We're here to have fun, right?"

"Absolutely! It's our night, and we're having fun!"

"Then that case, I have an idea of how to make this night even more fun."

Lilith jumped from her seat and yanked Carmen by her wrist for the exit door. There the duo ran into a gruff biker, who parked his monstrous motorcycle up front. This muscle bound giant looked down at the ladies through his dark sunglasses.

"Hello there, mate," Lilith flirted with him. "May me and my girl friend take a spin on your bike? I promise we won't scratch it."

Without as second thought, or perhaps there was one but it was blinded by an imaginative mosaic of this succubus playing in a bubble bath, the biker obediently placed the keys into her soft, small hands. Lilith pounced onto the bike's leather seat and strapped on the biker's helmet. She pulled out the spare helmet that hung near the kickstand and tossed it over to Carmen.

"Hop on, Carmen!" She eccentrically ordered.

Stealing a motorcycle wasn't exactly what Carmen had in mind for a pleasant girls night, yet the temptation for a wild and fun time was too much to resist. She wanted to prove that her new husband that she can be fun, and she was damned sure to have it. Carmen strapped on her helmet and saddled herself behind the friendly demon. Her arms coiled tightly around Lilith's waist like noose around a dead man's neck. With the flick of the key and a press of a gear, the motorcycle popped a wheelie high towards the heavens, and the fun-seeking duo zoomed off into the sunset. Their howls and cheers were heard throughout the town as Dante's Inferno faded from view with Lilith's amnesiac stooges left wondering what had happened.

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Ladies of the Night Part 4
Another busy night at the local bar, Dante's Inferno. It may not be the cleanest bar, stuff was always breaking or broken, and the food was so atrocious that the patrons often left with food poisoning; yet the beverages were always cold and the attendants served with a smile. It had it's regular crowds come in to watch the sports channel on its staticky T.V. and forget their stressful affairs; and families partaking in for the popular weekly activities such as family trivia or karaoke night. Yet this is just another Saturday, which means it was the perfect time for folks to come in and drink away.

This Saturday night was all the more special with the lovely Mrs. Gravely and the sexy Lilith celebrating their first girls night together. They sat up at the front in the bar at the head of its long, horseshoe shaped counter top table. Their feminist bartender poured the two their drinks, to which they swallowed down shot after shot. 

"Cheers!" They praised and sipped down their third shot. 

"Lu wasn't kidding," Lilith said. "when he said this bar was great. It kinda reminds me of that show from the 80s where one of the blokes got a better spin-off series."

"Yeah it may not look like much," Carmen said. "but it makes you feel at home. Hey, hunk over at two o'clock."

The two ladies peered off to the one of the back corners of the bar as they carefully eyed a very handsome man, who in returned raised his glass to them.

"That he is, and I spy a nice lass over there with a fine ass," Lilith said, giving a wink to the female seated next to the charming man. Surprised, Carmen's eyebrows raised, to which Lilith gave her the most logical response. "I'm not picky with whom I share my love with. That is if I can share my love with anyone."

"I can't believe that someone like you doesn't have a lasting relationship." Then Carmen said. "I mean look at you. You're smart, you're attractive, you got a great body, and I love how the light reflects off you- AH! Sorry! Did I just say that stuff out loud?"

Lilith playfully giggled. "Worry nothing, love. That's just me pheromones. It's a succubus thing. We emit pheromones to draw attention and attract all sorts of Joe Bloggs, no matter what sex or sexual preference. Once they've got someone under their spell, that someone do just about anything for us. Watch this."

The cunning succubus then spun to her right and faced a much older, sophisticated patron guzzling down his glass. "Hellooo there." She sing-songed for his attention. "Mind paying for our pints?"

"Sorry." The old patron grumbled. "Got my own."

"Ah come on now, love." The succubus flirted some more. "Surely a handsome bloke such as yourself wouldn't mind paying for a pair of lovely ladies. It would be the Bee's knees."

The old patron finally looked at Lilith then suddenly he felt caught in a hypnotic trance. His old maw gawked open stupidly with a dry thirst for the luscious purple lady. The flicking ceiling lights glistened around her smooth skin and her perfectly fit body. Her eyelashes blink rapidly to offer a tease of her licentious, lavender eyes like a wooing feather dancer. A succulent scent of sweet roses and minted lavenders intoxicated his hairy nostrils. Sweat began to drip from his face when he stared deep into her covered cleavage that hid the great treasures beneath. A fantasy formulated in this head of how this enchantress offered him all his deepest pleasures, though this only a small taste of what invisible force that secretly secreted from her skin.

"You know," He uttered, wiping away the drool off the corner his mouth. "It's on me."

Lilith thanked the old timer with a gracious grin and rewarded him with a blown kiss. The old patron nearly fell off his seat as if he felt her desirable lips crash against his cheek, much to the joy of his hallucination. 

"See?" The succubus asked her awed friend.

"Wow." The mesmerized Mrs. Gravely muttered. "That's incredible."

"Doesn't stop there," She complied and then focused her sensual gaze at the lady bartender. "Excuse me, ma'am. We're all having a wondrous time, though it be more wondrous if you could pour some drinks for everybody, on the house. Just for this time around? Pretty please?"

The bartender stood there and stared back at the spellbinding secretary. The similar aroma that the old man felt now entranced by this mysterious and beautiful purple woman. A fantastical vision bloomed her in thoughts, where this same siren lured her into a pool of flower petals, tempting her for a taste of her lips. Without a word but only a bright blush and a sheepish smile, the bartender poured round after round for every customer in the bar. They all cheered like wild hounds being rewarded their favorite treat when free drinks were given away. 

Carmen laughed and applauded. "Oh my god. This is incredible. Can all demons do that?"

"As I mentioned," Lilith explained. "Only a succubus has this kind of talent. That and as well as our male counterparts, the incubus."

"You are amazing! How can you not score a date with this ability?"

"Landing a date is not really a problem. It's just for me... I, well — Aw, that's just some personal business we don't need to go over. We're here to have fun, right?"

"Absolutely! It's our night, and we're having fun!"

"Then that case, I have an idea of how to make this night even more fun."

Lilith jumped from her seat and yanked Carmen by her wrist for the exit door. There the duo ran into a gruff biker, who parked his monstrous motorcycle up front. This muscle bound giant looked down at the ladies through his dark sunglasses.

"Hello there, mate," Lilith flirted with him. "May me and my girl friend take a spin on your bike? I promise we won't scratch it."

Without as second thought, or perhaps there was one but it was blinded by an imaginative mosaic of this succubus playing in a bubble bath, the biker obediently placed the keys into her soft, small hands. Lilith pounced onto the bike's leather seat and strapped on the biker's helmet. She pulled out the spare helmet that hung near the kickstand and tossed it over to Carmen.

"Hop on, Carmen!" She eccentrically ordered.

Stealing a motorcycle wasn't exactly what Carmen had in mind for a pleasant girls night, yet the temptation for a wild and fun time was too much to resist. She wanted to prove that her new husband that she can be fun, and she was damned sure to have it. Carmen strapped on her helmet and saddled herself behind the friendly demon. Her arms coiled tightly around Lilith's waist like noose around a dead man's neck. With the flick of the key and a press of a gear, the motorcycle popped a wheelie high towards the heavens, and the fun-seeking duo zoomed off into the sunset. Their howls and cheers were heard throughout the town as Dante's Inferno faded from view with Lilith's amnesiac stooges left wondering what had happened.
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Seriously now... :)

"Why so serious?",

Was the first thought that came to me

as I walked in and silence washed over their

fading smiles...

was I that powerful?

to summon quiet and expire words?

They pouted their mouths and held their lips

in self-paining disapproval.

"Don't they know I am  not bothered by their personal storms"

I mused as I looked around theatrically

for the lemon tree that must have

so generously supplied

them their sour expressions.

"Seriously now...must it come to this petty

behavior?"

I asked myself in playful exhaustion

that mused me too much.

I laughed in my heart,

then it was felt in my insides,

rumbled up my ribs like a gurgle,

and left my mouth with eccentric freedom.

They looked at me;

frowning stone faces depicting

battles that weren't mine.

"Why so Serious?",

I finally said out loud

as they continued exchanging glances

and as I kept on laughing-

knowing that negativity had no reply

to a person with a sense of humor.

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Why so serious?
Written by bluezt in portal Comedy
Seriously now... :)
"Why so serious?",
Was the first thought that came to me
as I walked in and silence washed over their
fading smiles...
was I that powerful?
to summon quiet and expire words?
They pouted their mouths and held their lips
in self-paining disapproval.

"Don't they know I am  not bothered by their personal storms"
I mused as I looked around theatrically
for the lemon tree that must have
so generously supplied
them their sour expressions.
"Seriously now...must it come to this petty
behavior?"
I asked myself in playful exhaustion
that mused me too much.

I laughed in my heart,
then it was felt in my insides,
rumbled up my ribs like a gurgle,
and left my mouth with eccentric freedom.

They looked at me;
frowning stone faces depicting
battles that weren't mine.
"Why so Serious?",
I finally said out loud
as they continued exchanging glances
and as I kept on laughing-
knowing that negativity had no reply
to a person with a sense of humor.
#philosophy  #comedy  #challange  #positive 
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CotW #63: Take a much-loved Disney story, twist it into an adult, kick-in-the-gut tale. Poetry or Prose. The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for six straight days. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #twistedtales for sharing online. Now lights, camera, fiction.
Written by Harry_Situation

Don Trump

Inside the White House.

Donald Trump: 

How dare they reject my genius healthcare plan. I don't know what their problems is. I think it's rigged. There's obviously some sort of wiretapping going on.

Steve Bannon:

I know. Ridiculous, right?

Donald Trump:

I'm gonna tweet how wrong they are.

Steve Bannon:

Don't do that... and you just did that.

Donald Trump:

Maybe everyone in the world is right. I'm a joke.

Steve Bannon: 

You? A joke? Never! Donny boy, you've got to pull yourself together.

Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Don Trump

Hanging so low by the ropes

You're such a brilliant man, Don Trump

So don't you listen to those dopes

There's no man that'll make America great again

You're featured on the cover of Time

Everyone wants to drop and go down on you

And now I break out into rhyme

Nooooooooo oooooone's

Wise like Don Trump

No one's got thighs like Don Trump

No one's hands are as big as Don Trump's

For there's no man in the whole country

Perfectly orange on each spot

You can always ask Mike, Paul, & Vlady

And they'll tell you whose back they've got

Chorus:

Nooooooooo oooooone's

Got riches like Don Trump

No one bitches like Don Trump

No one's worth billions like Don Trump

Donald Trump:

As a business man, yes, I'm intimidating

Chorus:

Wow, what a prez, that Don Trump

Go build that wall

Each bit by bit

Steve Bannon:

Don Trump is the best,

Everyone else can eat shit

Chorus:

Nooooooooo oooooone

Argues like Don Trump

No one starts fights like Don Trump

In a farting match, no one stinks like Don Trump

For there's no one in town that sprays

Donald Trump:

So much spray so I'm tan as a fool

Mike Pence:

He lied to the blacks and the gays

Donald Trump: 

That's true, and also my hair looks very cool

Chorus:

No one hits like Don Trump

Or spits racism like Don Trump

Betsy DeVos:

On Twitter, Nobody out tweets like Don Trump

Donald Trump: 

I am indeed very literated. #thatisaword #reallysmart

Chorus: 

That's another win for Don Trump

Donald Trump: 

When I was on The Apprentice, I became more famous

Owning at least 50 new cars

And now that I'm president, I have lots of dough

So now I can buy Madagascar

Chorus:

Why?

Donald Trump:

Doesn't matter. Keep singing.

Chorus:

Nooooooooo oooooone

Falsely accuses like Don Trump

No one harasses women like Don Trump

Steve Bannon:

Then goes to the camera calling fake news like Don Trump.

Donald Trump: 

I've got dollar signs in all of my paintings.

Neo Nazis: 

Salute him again!

KKK: 

He's the man among men

Rednecks:

He won the voting floor.

Westboro Baptist Church: 

He's the hero we prayed for.

Chorus:

He's the enemy of the press

Don't you know? Can't you guess?

Ask his fans that we've paid off

He's the one guy in town 

Whose got America bent down

Steve Bannon: 

And his name is D-O-N... I just occurred to me that I honestly don't know how to spell his full name because I'm more for spending money on weapons and defense rather than our educational system. But you know who I'm talking about, right?

Don Truuuuuuuuuuump

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Written by Harry_Situation
Don Trump
Inside the White House.

Donald Trump: 
How dare they reject my genius healthcare plan. I don't know what their problems is. I think it's rigged. There's obviously some sort of wiretapping going on.

Steve Bannon:
I know. Ridiculous, right?

Donald Trump:
I'm gonna tweet how wrong they are.

Steve Bannon:
Don't do that... and you just did that.

Donald Trump:
Maybe everyone in the world is right. I'm a joke.

Steve Bannon: 
You? A joke? Never! Donny boy, you've got to pull yourself together.

Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Don Trump
Hanging so low by the ropes
You're such a brilliant man, Don Trump
So don't you listen to those dopes

There's no man that'll make America great again
You're featured on the cover of Time
Everyone wants to drop and go down on you
And now I break out into rhyme

Nooooooooo oooooone's
Wise like Don Trump
No one's got thighs like Don Trump
No one's hands are as big as Don Trump's

For there's no man in the whole country
Perfectly orange on each spot
You can always ask Mike, Paul, & Vlady
And they'll tell you whose back they've got

Chorus:
Nooooooooo oooooone's
Got riches like Don Trump
No one bitches like Don Trump
No one's worth billions like Don Trump

Donald Trump:
As a business man, yes, I'm intimidating

Chorus:
Wow, what a prez, that Don Trump

Go build that wall
Each bit by bit

Steve Bannon:
Don Trump is the best,
Everyone else can eat shit

Chorus:
Nooooooooo oooooone
Argues like Don Trump
No one starts fights like Don Trump
In a farting match, no one stinks like Don Trump
For there's no one in town that sprays

Donald Trump:
So much spray so I'm tan as a fool

Mike Pence:
He lied to the blacks and the gays

Donald Trump: 
That's true, and also my hair looks very cool

Chorus:
No one hits like Don Trump
Or spits racism like Don Trump

Betsy DeVos:
On Twitter, Nobody out tweets like Don Trump

Donald Trump: 
I am indeed very literated. #thatisaword #reallysmart

Chorus: 
That's another win for Don Trump

Donald Trump: 
When I was on The Apprentice, I became more famous
Owning at least 50 new cars
And now that I'm president, I have lots of dough
So now I can buy Madagascar

Chorus:
Why?

Donald Trump:
Doesn't matter. Keep singing.

Chorus:
Nooooooooo oooooone
Falsely accuses like Don Trump
No one harasses women like Don Trump

Steve Bannon:
Then goes to the camera calling fake news like Don Trump.

Donald Trump: 
I've got dollar signs in all of my paintings.

Neo Nazis: 
Salute him again!

KKK: 
He's the man among men

Rednecks:
He won the voting floor.

Westboro Baptist Church: 
He's the hero we prayed for.

Chorus:
He's the enemy of the press
Don't you know? Can't you guess?
Ask his fans that we've paid off
He's the one guy in town 
Whose got America bent down

Steve Bannon: 
And his name is D-O-N... I just occurred to me that I honestly don't know how to spell his full name because I'm more for spending money on weapons and defense rather than our educational system. But you know who I'm talking about, right?

Don Truuuuuuuuuuump
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Dissertation Defense

"...the problem was not your argument of your position, the problem was that you thought you had one..."

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Written by nceguy68 in portal Comedy
Dissertation Defense
"...the problem was not your argument of your position, the problem was that you thought you had one..."
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Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Who Knows?

It smells but it doesn't stink

It runs but it's not my feet

In English it sounds all knowing

But in Spanish it means "I don't know"

It is loud when it is blowing

I just hope mine doesn't grow

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Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Who Knows?
It smells but it doesn't stink
It runs but it's not my feet
In English it sounds all knowing
But in Spanish it means "I don't know"
It is loud when it is blowing
I just hope mine doesn't grow
#fiction  #childrens  #poetry  #comedy 
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Munch, Munch

-eating sour cream and dill chips-

-clearing of throat-

-jumps up startled, eyes open wide-

Aloha O_O

Didn't see you there >.<

You can occupy yourself..

by reading this..

but i'm still going..

to eat your food :O

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Written by Winterreign
Munch, Munch
-eating sour cream and dill chips-

-clearing of throat-

-jumps up startled, eyes open wide-

Aloha O_O

Didn't see you there >.<

You can occupy yourself..

by reading this..

but i'm still going..

to eat your food :O
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It's record-breaking time. Together, we are going to break the world record for longest book. 100 word minimum. When this challenge gets the necessary entries, it will expire, and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. The plot? It’s the first day of a zombie apocalypse, write a diary entry. Each contributor should share this challenge prompt with as many people as possible. If we break the world record, this will be read by people for generations to come.
Written by feather_and_ink

Journal Entry #1

Fuck. Me.

It finally happened, the human race truly hit the self-destruct button. But it wasn’t nuclear war or climate change that ended our pathetic saga of humanity, it was god damn zombies. Now, yes I know this is only the first day of said zombie apocalypse but FORGIVE ME for being a little over reactive to the whole zombie take over. Or as the government and world health organization is choosing to refer to it “pellis manducans pandemic.” Fancy words for skin eating, or flesh eating disease.

Yes, there are actually semi dead people, with rabies like bites waiting to turn me into one of them, shuffling around my neighborhood as I sit huddled in the storm shelter beneath my garage flooring. Not to mention there’s one of them knocking its bony arms against the outside of the trap door because it found a way into my garage and can smell me through the metal. What a day it has been.

The pandemic seemed to just explode all at once. There had been pockets of outbreaks and rumors of some weird knew strain of bird flu that was making people act like they were on bath salts. But there was little elaboration and much hush hush around the whole topic as far as the media was concerned. Then BOOM, newly dead neighbor guy from next door is peering in my window at 8am with a blood stained newspaper and suspect bits of flesh hanging from his teeth and bushy beard. Plus his left ear was just gone. There were also 20 more of my neighbors each with assorted limbs or pieces or flesh missing, now searching for their own victims.

Admittedly I’m pretty sure the skin eaters aren’t physically dead, as in their heart is still beating. But they might as well be with the necrosis and penchant for human flesh that over takes their entire being once they’ve been bit. It’s an extremely fast acting disease and it doesn’t take more than a nibble. At least that’s what I’ve been able to gain from watching a mix of disturbingly calm and extremely neurotic newscasters reporting on this subject for the last 12 hours, holed up in my little storm shelter cave. I have zero desire to test out any of what I’ve heard. At the same time, I’m not exactly sure how long I’ll be able to live in this tiny hole in the ground…

I’m also alone, which has its pluses and minuses. It means more space and a lack of a potential zombie roommate. It also means I’m going a little bit bat shit, because I have no method of contacting someone right now and verifying I’m not the only one in this literal living hell. All I have is my 13inch wireless TV I keep in the storm shelter to watch the weather updates whenever tornadoes do dine to hit nearby. So, I’ve done nothing but stare at a screen filled with the normally picture perfect plastic faces of female newscasters that now look like they’re melting, for the last 12 hours.

At least I’ve got a watch or I would have no concept of what time or honestly day it is because this dimly lit hole feels like an endless prison. But it’s only 8:00 P.M. I would typically be watching wheel of fortune right now, because even though I’m only 32 I watch TV and decorate my house like your 75 year old grandma. Don’t make fun of my pink quilts, they are warm and I will fight you. I also body build and box for fun because what the hell else am I supposed to do with my free time with no boyfriend or cats to love me (I’m allergic) and a mind-numbing banking job. So I would probably win said fight. DAMN, I am rambling a lot right now. You’ll have to forgive me. Did I mention the flesh eating monster that is still incessantly tapping on the trap door above me?

Anyway…Maybe I should try and sleep and forget about the rampant disease, death of my loved ones (there’s a few good one’s at the office, we get coffee every third Saturday, and my mom is pretty cool), hunger in my stomach, and most likely imminent death. If I’m honest the hunger one is the one bothering me the most right at this precise moment. Dead guy from next door interrupted me right as I was about to tuck into a delicious eggs benedict with smoked salmon. I’m a little bit peeved about that. Also, I’ve needed to pee for 11.5 of the last 12 hours I’ve been crammed in here.

Well the future doesn’t exactly look promising and I probably won’t have a journal entry #2 because I’m probably going to get eaten the second I step foot on the outside of this door tomorrow morning. Yes, I will be leaving this hole in the ground tomorrow morning, because I will not starve to death in a crawl space when I have a full chocolate chip cheesecake sitting in my fridge. So in that case whoever finds this, balls to you for out lasting the zombie fuckers.

BUT on the off chance I do successfully manage to beat the zombie outside my trap door to death with a shovel tomorrow morning I am going to eat a huge piece of cake, drink a large glass of whiskey, and get ready to head for the hills. Not to mention I will be buying, more realistically looting, lots of guns and supplies and getting ready to fuck up these bastards. I may like quilting but I’m literally going to go down swinging before I concede defeat and accept a world without coffee shops or mall santas or idiot teenage boys with their pants around their ankles.

Yeah coffee shops can be over crowded, but they bring people together. Mall santas are creepy on the best of days, but children are so innocent you can’t help but want to see their faces light up when they get to ask Santa for Christmas presents. And teenage boys who sag are some of the most annoying creatures, but if you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing one trip over his own belt around his ankles as he walks you haven’t truly lived. I thought I might actually shit myself from laughter.

So, screw these zombie sons of bitches. I want my god damn chocolate chip cheese cake.

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Written by feather_and_ink
Journal Entry #1
Fuck. Me.

It finally happened, the human race truly hit the self-destruct button. But it wasn’t nuclear war or climate change that ended our pathetic saga of humanity, it was god damn zombies. Now, yes I know this is only the first day of said zombie apocalypse but FORGIVE ME for being a little over reactive to the whole zombie take over. Or as the government and world health organization is choosing to refer to it “pellis manducans pandemic.” Fancy words for skin eating, or flesh eating disease.

Yes, there are actually semi dead people, with rabies like bites waiting to turn me into one of them, shuffling around my neighborhood as I sit huddled in the storm shelter beneath my garage flooring. Not to mention there’s one of them knocking its bony arms against the outside of the trap door because it found a way into my garage and can smell me through the metal. What a day it has been.

The pandemic seemed to just explode all at once. There had been pockets of outbreaks and rumors of some weird knew strain of bird flu that was making people act like they were on bath salts. But there was little elaboration and much hush hush around the whole topic as far as the media was concerned. Then BOOM, newly dead neighbor guy from next door is peering in my window at 8am with a blood stained newspaper and suspect bits of flesh hanging from his teeth and bushy beard. Plus his left ear was just gone. There were also 20 more of my neighbors each with assorted limbs or pieces or flesh missing, now searching for their own victims.

Admittedly I’m pretty sure the skin eaters aren’t physically dead, as in their heart is still beating. But they might as well be with the necrosis and penchant for human flesh that over takes their entire being once they’ve been bit. It’s an extremely fast acting disease and it doesn’t take more than a nibble. At least that’s what I’ve been able to gain from watching a mix of disturbingly calm and extremely neurotic newscasters reporting on this subject for the last 12 hours, holed up in my little storm shelter cave. I have zero desire to test out any of what I’ve heard. At the same time, I’m not exactly sure how long I’ll be able to live in this tiny hole in the ground…

I’m also alone, which has its pluses and minuses. It means more space and a lack of a potential zombie roommate. It also means I’m going a little bit bat shit, because I have no method of contacting someone right now and verifying I’m not the only one in this literal living hell. All I have is my 13inch wireless TV I keep in the storm shelter to watch the weather updates whenever tornadoes do dine to hit nearby. So, I’ve done nothing but stare at a screen filled with the normally picture perfect plastic faces of female newscasters that now look like they’re melting, for the last 12 hours.

At least I’ve got a watch or I would have no concept of what time or honestly day it is because this dimly lit hole feels like an endless prison. But it’s only 8:00 P.M. I would typically be watching wheel of fortune right now, because even though I’m only 32 I watch TV and decorate my house like your 75 year old grandma. Don’t make fun of my pink quilts, they are warm and I will fight you. I also body build and box for fun because what the hell else am I supposed to do with my free time with no boyfriend or cats to love me (I’m allergic) and a mind-numbing banking job. So I would probably win said fight. DAMN, I am rambling a lot right now. You’ll have to forgive me. Did I mention the flesh eating monster that is still incessantly tapping on the trap door above me?

Anyway…Maybe I should try and sleep and forget about the rampant disease, death of my loved ones (there’s a few good one’s at the office, we get coffee every third Saturday, and my mom is pretty cool), hunger in my stomach, and most likely imminent death. If I’m honest the hunger one is the one bothering me the most right at this precise moment. Dead guy from next door interrupted me right as I was about to tuck into a delicious eggs benedict with smoked salmon. I’m a little bit peeved about that. Also, I’ve needed to pee for 11.5 of the last 12 hours I’ve been crammed in here.

Well the future doesn’t exactly look promising and I probably won’t have a journal entry #2 because I’m probably going to get eaten the second I step foot on the outside of this door tomorrow morning. Yes, I will be leaving this hole in the ground tomorrow morning, because I will not starve to death in a crawl space when I have a full chocolate chip cheesecake sitting in my fridge. So in that case whoever finds this, balls to you for out lasting the zombie fuckers.

BUT on the off chance I do successfully manage to beat the zombie outside my trap door to death with a shovel tomorrow morning I am going to eat a huge piece of cake, drink a large glass of whiskey, and get ready to head for the hills. Not to mention I will be buying, more realistically looting, lots of guns and supplies and getting ready to fuck up these bastards. I may like quilting but I’m literally going to go down swinging before I concede defeat and accept a world without coffee shops or mall santas or idiot teenage boys with their pants around their ankles.

Yeah coffee shops can be over crowded, but they bring people together. Mall santas are creepy on the best of days, but children are so innocent you can’t help but want to see their faces light up when they get to ask Santa for Christmas presents. And teenage boys who sag are some of the most annoying creatures, but if you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing one trip over his own belt around his ankles as he walks you haven’t truly lived. I thought I might actually shit myself from laughter.

So, screw these zombie sons of bitches. I want my god damn chocolate chip cheese cake.
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