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"Stop your insistent nagging, Caim! You may be at the top of your kind's ranks when it comes to strength and sexiness, but having a partner to rely on is an absolute must!" Stolas said, drinking the tea served to him by the short imp servant who nervously tried to be as non-existant as possible.

Once the servant finished pouring the tea, Caim shot him a dangerous look, and the demon scampered away and trying not to spill the teapot's contents on his tray.

"Stolas, my Dark Lord," Caim tried to convince Stolas. "I'm not against your proposition, in fact, I'd be glad to be given a partner. The question is, who? And can they keep up with this type of work? Think this through-,"

Caim spoke softly as he walked up to Stolas and sat on his lap. "-I really don't want to be taking a trip down to hell prematurely whilst on a mission, you know?"

Stolas looked at him with a mildly dubious look, huffing before shooing him off of his lap. Caim leaned against Stolas's desk as his boss crossed his leg and continued to speak.

"Oh, please, Caim, like anything that'd kill you. Setting that aside, With your reputation as Demon Hunter now known to Hell's royals and denizens, you should be expecting-, no, should be LOOKING for a partner to fend off the adversaries they're gonna try and throw at you." Stolas looked at the tatoos that sprawled around Caim's neck and frowning. "Not even an angel, fallen or not, are immune to death."

"Stolas, stop worrying about me," Caim said, brushing off the heavy atmosphere of Stolas's words. "Death can claim me when it earns me. Why the sudden concern for my well being?"

"Because with your recent killings of 3 Arch dukes, hell's royalty have gone long strides in ensuring their safety, not to mention the bounty over your head. Now..." Stolas said sitting up abruptly. "I already have someone in mind to be a potential candidate. A demon from the second circle of hell."

Caim stood up and took his spot at the centre of the room as Stolas continued.

"He's a chapper and strapping chap, this one. Kind of lacking in the fashion departnment, what with Asmodaeus making him work at his brothel as a guard," Stolas said standing up and opening a portal mid-air with his bare hands.

Stolas reached through the spatial distortion, pulling out a tall and built imp. He looked dazed and scared, but the moment Stolas set him down in his office, the imp looked at at the Prince and Caim with suprise. "Y-your highness! How may I-I be of assistance?"

Caim started to laugh, holding a hand to his temple. "Stolas, you've gotta be joking..."

He walked up to the imp, letting his hands take him from the back and feeling him up his chest and biceps. He let his hands be playfull with the "x" stickers that were placed square over the imp's nipples. He chuckled when the imp grunted in discomfort. "You sure he's a security guard? He's more like a porn actor with this....skimpy outfit." He squeezed gingerly and the imp let out a surprised yelp.

"Like I said, lacking in the fashion department." Stolas said walking up to the imp and bending over to take a good look at him. The dinzen from hell felt small in Stolas gaze, freezing when Stolas reached out to him to pat the imp's white hair. 

"Tell us who you are." Stolas said, his voice a deep and unnaturally commanding.

"Eep! Uhm, my name is-" The demon began before Caim grabbed his chest and squeezed roughly, prompting the demon to squeal in surprise and discomfort. "Speak straight imp, or I kill you on the spot. The Dark Lord wants an answer, alright?" He said softly, and the imp gulped as Caim looked at him all smug, nodding nervously and nodding fast.

"My name is Sebastian," he said, and Stolas nodded, totally unfazed by the fact that the imp was shivering like a twig. "Right, go on...."

"And I'm Asmodeus's guard for his brothel-"

Caim ruffled Sabastian's white hair, caressing the demon's pointy horns. "Aw," Caim chuckled, grabbing the demon by the chin aggressively to face him.

"So this little imp is a guard, is he?" Sabastian felt a chill run up his spine as the human let his shades drop to reveal two glowing eyes, an angry golden hue blazed from them as he stared right at them. Sabastian imagined them shooting lasers right through his skull with how unsettling it looked.

"And you think that's enough of a reason for this imp to be my partner, Stolas? Send this pathetic whelp back to hell, he isn't worth my time or even worth killing."

"He's not done yet, Caim," Stolas said, taking the imp up in his hand's bridal style before sitting him on his lap as he sat back on his chair. "Go on, young Sabastian, we're listening."

As Stolas caressed Sabastian's short hair with one hand, Sabastian continued.

"I was in charge of ...uh, taking care of his enemies and those who he didn't want coming back to the club."

"See? Promising, isn't he? He may be a bit...on the meek side, what with his soft spoken tone, Caim, but he's up for the job really." Stolas said, pinching the demon's cheek, getting a wince from Sabastian.

"....." Caim sighed, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. He stood up, walking over to where Sabastian and Stolas sat, bending over to come into eye level with Sabastian. Sabastian stared back at his face's refelction against Caim's black shades. "Well, counting on the fact that he's got a good build and muscle, he might be worth the trouble, I guess...."

Caim stood straight and began his questioning. 

"So, Sabastian, was it? You know how to handle a gun?" Asked Caim, and the imp nodded fast.

"How many people have you dealt with before?" Caim asked, and Sabastian looked up, counting with his hands. "There was that one mafia group, a number of hooligans and thugs, wanna be rappers that got too frisky with the stripers, that one fat guy who didnt pay up for drinks and-"

Sabastian noticed Caim's neutral face and the vein that looked as though it was about to pop and froze, stuttering. "A-about....uh, 200? Overt he course of a year...." Sabastain whimpered.

Caim sighed, taking of his shades. Those glowing yellow eyes looked at the imp like he was an ant once more as Caim spoke, his voice a tone deeper and serious than his usual tired but coy-like voice. "What we do here is kill Demon overlords. We kill Ars Goetia Royals, imp, are you even able to handle thsi kind of work?" Caim's voice was hard as steel, sealing itself in Sabastian's head.

The imp nodded, lifting a hand up. "I once defended a high-tier guest from a crazy ex partener at the brothel....if that accounts for anything...?"

Caim lifted an eyebrow. "Congrats, you stopped a fight. Lets get this imp a fucking crown...." He squinted at the imp, as if guaging Sabastian's measure without any questions.

He suddenly reached up to grab Sabastian by the shoulders and lifted him up. The demon yelped, but Stolas didn't do anything, only watching with one hand reaching for the tea cup.

"Now let's give you the benefit of the doubt and say that you actually might be up to the job, laughable as it may seem. Since the Dark Lord has so graciously given you the chance to partake in this work, you'll be given a contract with both him and me."

Sabastian raised a hand in objection. "W-wait, what do you mean you? I thought-?"

Caim sighed, the annoyance in his voice palpable. "My name is Caim, the fallen angel, damned to hell but then so graciously saved by my Dark Lord, his Highness Stolas." Behind Caim, a shadow protruded itself before it morphed into the shadow of a wolf against the walls of the luxurious office, with large wings and a snake-like tail coming into view.

Caim tilted his shades, and the golden hue burned angrier than before. "I will not repeat myself, imp. Declare your intent to enter into a contract with me. Now."

The imp felt his legs shiver as he took a bow and held out a hand. "I-I, ahem. I, Sabastian, do hereby accept to enter into a contract with y-you..."

Caim sighed, and the shadow behind him returned to normal.

He put his shades back on and walked towards Sabastian, holding out his leather-gloved hand. He took it off and revealed a faded sigil on his hand, crooked lines and straight lines held together by wild strokes of black. "I, Caim, harbinger of death to those of the Infernal Underworld, hereby enter into a contract with thee."

Suddenly, wind started to blow in the room, and the gap between Caim and Sabastian's hands started to crackle and hiss with golden sparks. "Do you hereby vow to serve our Dark Lord, on this dearthly soil and within the flaming underworld?"

Sabastian nodded, and Caim furrowed his brows. "Speak, imp! "

"Y-yes! Yes i vow!" Sabastian stuttered.

"Do you accept the karmic burden of slaying your own kind?" Caim paused after the question as if awaiting Sabastian to pull away, but the demon stayed fast. Even though he was shaking with fright, he still held his hand aloft. "I do vow."

Caim let out a breath of what sounded like relief, but Sabastian wondered if it was one of annoyance instead.

"Then, be bestowed with our Dark Lord's gifts of strength and ability, to better serve the task we do carry out til the Hell is bereft of power," Caim said.

There and then, Sabastian's clothes-, the thong, he wore was ripped away, leaving him naked. Over his red skin on his back, a large sigil warped itself across, weaving and warping into symbols resembling that of Stolas' seal and that of Caim's own seal. 

Sabastian yelped, hiding his manhood with his hands, looking up at Caim's expectant gaze as Stolas took his place next to Caim, placing a gloved hand on Caim's shoulder.

"Now then, Sabastian, I'd appriciate it if you . You two," Stolas said, walking back to his desk and opening his laptop.

"Go ahead and go over the contract details and get ready for your next assignment. This time around, I'll be sending you after a low-ranking Ars Goetia royal. This is for Sabastian to get his bearings and get a feel of how things work."

"So soon?" Sabastian asked nervously.

Caim hit him on the back a bit too hard, making the imp stumble a bit and wince in pain. "Dont question the boss, imp. Since it's your first time out on the field I'll give you an easy mark to take out and whilst I work from the sidelines. Prove to me I was not wrong to bind each other to this contract, hm? Would want to have to punish you, now do we?" He said, sinking back to his teasing yet threatening tone.

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Huff....

Caim puffed the cigarette before throwing it over the edge of the building.

He leaned against the railing of the rooftop, Sabastian having his back unpacking the guns he was told to go and prepare.

"So, to save time lets skip formalities. Let's see how good of a shot you are." Caim said, making Sabastian jolt.

Sabastian nodded, taking out a large gun, sleek and dangerous looking.

Caim raise an eyebrow. "When I say 'let's see how much of a good shot you are', I don't mean, let's burst out the good guns. Return that one and take out a practical gun, imp."

Sabastian nodded, hastily putting the rifle back in it's box, following through with Caim's orders.

Soon, he was standing infront of Caim with a smaller less impressive sniper gun. "This one good, sir?"

"Hmm...." Caim hummed, taking the gun out of his hands to stare and examine, before throwing it back at him. "It'll do. Now," Caim said, "take aim and shoot whomever I tell you to."

"..." Sabastian leaned over the rails, looking out into the cityscape, awkwardly facing forward. He felt Caim's presence as a hand reached up his waist and shoulders.

"God damn it, imp, how come you say you've killed a coupel hundred people and yet can't have a good posture," Caim muttered, pushing his waist backwards. "Broaden your shoulders, lean forward more," Caim said softly, leaning in to whisper into the imp's ears. Sabastian did as he was told, his body stiff yet complicent, and Caim let out an approving hum. "That's more like it, now see those two over there? By the park to the north?"

Sabastian nodded, looking at a couple walking together through a park through the lens of the gun. "Yes?"

"Shoot that man with the brown hair."

"Huh?" Sabastian breathed. Caim huffed as he took out another cigarette. "Shoot the brunette-haired man. Squeare between his eyes."

Sabastian wondered how Caim was able to see that far, but shook his head and decided to ask something else. "Uhm....why are we killing innocent civilians?"

"....." Caim sneaked back up against him once more, aiding him aim, but not reaching for the trigger as he leaned in close behind him. Sabastian jerked his back in alarm, but Caim went in even closer as if to re-enforce his stance. "I can see who a person is by the colour of their souls. That one? His a dark grey. Probably eats babies. Uses their blood as ketchup perhaps."

Sabastian whimpered. "But what about the commotion this could cause?"

"That's not our job. Our job is to kill whomever I say or our Dark Lord says." Caim said, whispering into his ear. "Now.....shoot."

Bang.

The man in the distance fell face first, and the lady he was walking alongside let out a horrible scream as she was drenched in splattered blood. Sabastian lifted his gaze from the scope and looked back at Caim with a hopeless and sad look, who stopped leaning into him, and now just rrested his back against the rails once more.

He smoked the cigarette whilst looking at him, and took off his shades. "You aren't so bad, imp."

"Sir, uh, if I may ask, why do you call the boss Dark Lord?" Sabastian asked, taking the sniper rifle back into its case.

"That's what he is. He's our Dark Lord, imp, and you'd best not forget it. Back in hell, youd be put into slavery if you didnt call royals that," Caim muttered, looking at Sabastian with his blazing golden eyes. "And anyway, I respect him."

"Then....why not call me by my real name? You know, instead of 'imp', or 'hey you', or what ever..."

Caim stood straight and walked over to Sabastian who still was fumbling with the gun's casing. 

"I'll call you by your name once you become a real demon killer-." He took off his shades and looked at the demon's eyes.

Sabastian felt uncertainty fill his mind as Caim looked at him sternly. "-until then, you better be used to what you got. If you don't earn being called your name sooner rather than later, then you'll just have to bear the brunt of being called obscenities, like some brothel servant."

Sabastian averted his eyes but felt Caim's strong and rough hands reach for his chin and cheek, squeezing rather hard. "Rather voluptuous body you got, dont you think?"

Caim leaned in, so close that Sabastian could feel the cigarette scent of his breath against his face. "You could jump and your breast would probably jiggle."

Sabastian could feel the tease in his tone as Caim continued exploring Sabastian's form. He didn't say anything, letting out surpsied gasps and whimperes each time Caim touched senesetive spots. Caim just smiled, a thin and knowing smile.

"That's enough for today. In a few days' time, I'll have you hunting our first mark. Pray you don't disappoint me."

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Hello everyone! This is SeraphimNoUta here! 

Thank you so much for the 51 reads everyone! I know it isn't that big of a read tally, but i cherish each and everyone who took the time to read through this! 

I was working on this fic for a while pulling inspiration from real life Ars Goetia in Christian mythology, and hope to encapsulate much of it into this fic!

Btw here's the front cover i always wanted to have for this story:

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"Well, well, well, what do I have the honour to see you, Stolas?" Baal said, a chipper tone dancing on Baal's voice as naked men planted kisses on the demon's cheeks and languished in luxurious drapes of cloth.

"I have some business to discuss with you, Baal," Stolas said as he felt himself irk at the sight of the devil's playthings. "Privately."

Baal's face changed fast. He realized what he was here for. 

He raised his two hands, clapping twice and the men all hurriedly left his side. Baal sat up from the large cushion throne. "Well then," Ball muttered, shaking his head and making the ornaments hanging from his two horns made sparkling sounds. "I assume you speak of that?"

Stolas threw his coat against the chair next to him and sat down, his feathers stylishly sticking out of his royal coat and cape. He adjusted his top hat, before squinting outside the Large circular window of Baal's throne room. "You have the right of it, my friend."

Outside, the blood-red sky was highlighted by the large pentagon symbol that spanned across the horizon of hell.

There weren't any clouds like on earth, and buildings of all sizes and sorts dotted the landscape. One of the buildings he saw of Porn Studios, its bring lights highlighting the logo, extenuated by the image of an exaggerated form of a woman bending over with an arm pointing at the logo.

He irked at the sight, before turning his attention towards Baal once more.

"Caim has proven himself to be a useful mercenary, a powerfull warrior even and yet, I fear what the Ars Goetia would do now after his recent....acts of sacrilege," Stolas muttered. 

"You're valid in your fear of this, Stolas," Baal said, smirking. "The Ars Goetia has definitely taken notice of this after the dukes Barbatos, Zepar and Saleos fell to Caim's blade."

"Tell me of anything I should know," Stolas said, leaning forward. "Any increased security, bolstering of legions, or interventions from either Lucifer or Heaven."

"When it comes to our beloved Dark King of Hell, no interest towards the perished dukes was observed from associates," Baal said, raising an arm and manifesting a paper from thin air. "When it comes to Heaven though...."

"What," Stolas asked. "What of Heaven?"

"After Caim brutally defeated these dukes and murdered each and every one of their legions, the yearly Cleansing of Hell was set back by 400 days," Baal muttered. "It seems as though we were indirectly helping Heaven with the cleansing."

"This is.....unprecedented," Stolas, his eyes looking down as he muttered. "I didn't foresee this happening."

"Well, now you do. Our plan was to kill the Ars Goetia, and wait for the Cleansing Angels to come for Caim to face off with." Baal said, squinting his eyes. "And here we are, somehow acting as Heaven's maids, doing the cleansing for them and affording them an extra year of frolicking with their unicorns and cotton candies and.....puppies. Ugh."

Stolas rised a brow at Baal's words. "We will have to change our plans then, Baal," Stolas said, stroking his feathers. "I will see to it that Caim and his new partner will have to leave immediately after their kills."

"What about the unruliness that would follow after this, Stolas? Dont you think the displaced demons would cause havoc around hell-" Baal said, standing up and walking to the window. 

Stolas knew what Ball meant by this. He was testing him.

"I do not concern myself with how hell does at the end of the day. Our contract with each other concerning this grand plan of ours takes precedence, not whether or not demon corpses line hell's streets." Stolas said, closing his eyes. 

"I see your priorities are set, Stolas," Baal muttered, walking behind him and placing a hand on Stolas's shoulder.

"Call it growth, Baal. Let's just say ridding myself of my wife and focusing on my daughter has got me feeling.....rather deadlier than usual."

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"I must say, Governor," Caim said with a smile. "It's been a long time since last we met." He said, standing in front of a middle-aged man in a suit, surrounded by hostile security and bodyguards. Each one of them bared a gun, but Caim just smiled. 

Sabastian stood next to him. He had earlier cast a spell upon himself to have a human disguise.

His red skin, horns and slender tail were hidden from human view and stood dutifully next to his superior. He looked at Caim, curious to see what he looked like as the Prime Minister spoke in an uneasy voice. 

"What business do you have here, you? W-was making an appointment with the front desk too much for you?" The man spat, his voice spilling over with fear like an overflowing glass.

So much so both Sabastian and Caim could taste it.

A spark glistened behind Caim's glasses as he spoke. "Why, there's an urgent matter I wished to discuss with you! I simply could not wait to make an appointment, Prime Minister."

The Governor reached for the paper towel in his pocket to wipe his sweat-beaded brow, to the slight amusement of Caim.

"Men......leave the room, but stay right behind the doors." The Governor said, his voice wavering.

The bodyguards and security officers duly did as they were ordered, slowly leaving the room.

Sabastian turned to look at them leave, waving a bit at one of the men who eyed him before turning to face the Governor alongside Caim.

"Mr Governor," Caim began once the doors behind him were shut. "I'll cut straight to the chase, for we've got places to be other than this....glorified desk office."

Caim took the seat in front of the Governor's desk, and sat down graciously, before interlocking both his hands on the desk and taking off his glasses. "I'm here to call in a favour...for that one other favour I did for you during your campaign."

The man began to sputter and fall over his words as Caim waited for him to respond. "B-but, Caim I'm way too occupied to grant you-"

"Oh? But I do recall you saying that you would, quote; Do anything for me in the future, end quote." Caim said, tilting his head to the side as a thin smile spread across his face.

"Yes, t-that's tr-true, but listen, I'm really not in a position t-to-," 

"That so? You know it'd be a shame in case a sex tape was released to the public from an unknown source." In the blink of an eye, Caim was on the Governor's lap, a hand tugging at the tie with a playful yet contempt-filled attitude. "One about a certain governor riding a cock like slutty pig."

Caim tugged at the Governor's tie hard, until their faces met. Sabastian noted how calm and collected Caim looked, throwing threats that seemed like nothing to him whilst the Governor looked like he'd faint if this continued.

Later on, Sabastian caught up to Caim as they descended the steps of the Government Office. "Sir, you really squeezed that man like a wet towel. Abit too literally from the stench, he gave off after we left the room."

"Let's just say humans are easily swayed so long as you know what buttons need to be pressed, Sabastian," Caim said, striding confidently but with purpose as they exited the building. "Well," Sabastian said trying to match his pace. "What do we do now that you struck that deal with the Governor? Should we return to your estate before we leave for Hell at noon?"

"We could do that, Sabastian," Caim said, placing a hand on Sabastian's shoulder. "Or, we could go and play with the new sword collection we received from our friends down south, hm?"

"Well...." Sabastian muttered, a smile painting itself as a small blush coloured his face. "I suppose your estate can get boring, what with being surrounded by expensive stuff all the time. That and the fact that no one other than you live in it."

"That's the spirit, Sabastian," Caim said, his smile disappearing and pinching his partner's cheek playfully, though Sabastian yelped in pain still. "You're beginning to grow on me..."

"Aww!" Sabastian said, his smile growing. 

"...like a blood-sucking tick on my ass." Caim continued as he chuckled to himself as they both turned into an alleyway. Caim faced a brick wall, touching the wall's surface and drawing a circle pattern with a gloved finger. After he was done, a red sigil bearing his crest appeared before disappearing in a flash, followed by a large oval portal taking form.

"Let's head in, stay close to me. The owner of the shop likes to prey on unsuspecting demons." Caim said, walking through the wall with a strut in his step.

Sabastian paused for a second as he eyed the portal's shimmering surface. He prodded it, poking a hand through it before pulling it back. The sensation he felt was like wind blowing through his fingers whilst also feeling like the sensation of water flowing against his skin.

After taking a deep breath, he walked through.

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As Sabastian materialized into a new dimension, he heard the sound of sly laughter. One of which he recognized as being his boss Caim. 

The other voice was unfamiliar, the deep cackle that sounded was like a metal that hit a thick iron heap.

He looked around, and he saw he was in a corridor of a building. The gothic-style wallpaper and portraits that lined the walls were lightly lit by red flaming candles that hung from the walls. 

He stood straight and walked forward, approaching the dark ebony door at the end of the hallway. It was open by only a crack, and he peeked inside. 

There, standing in what seemed like a bar, was Caim. He was in the arms of a taller larger man as they kissed intimately.

They pulled away from each other as Caim laughed, jumping into his arms as the other man twirled him around. 

"It's been so long, Beelzebub! How's my favourite weapons smith of hell doing, hm?" Caim said in between chuckles and the older man pressed his forehead against his companion. 

Sabastian realized who this was. Beelzebub is a fallen angel turned demon who fought against heaven in an age long gone.

Only rumours persisted of him, being seen traversing the bridge between Chaos and Hell, dragging weapons of awesome power behind him. Sabastian knew the caliber of this man was of equal measure with Caim.

Sabastian walked into the bar, opening the door with a resounding creak that drew both people to look in his direction. In the blink of an eye, Beelzebub was in front of him in a flash, exploring Sabastian's body with curious hands. 

"A stray demon?" Beelzebub asked, his voice dangerously low. A hand tightened itself around Sabastian's throat, squeezing in a way that hurt his spine. "Not so often I get visited by hell's denizens. Your soul will make for a fine appetizer for me, little demon...."

Sabastian yelped in pain, looking at Caim for help with pleading eyes. "B-boss...!" He gasped, and Caiim huffed leaning against the bar. 

"Leave him be, Beelzebub. He's one of mine." He said, taking a drink with red liquid in it. 

Beelzebub smirked, easing his grasp and suddenly carrying Sabastian in his big burly arms. "Apologies, little demon. You were so cute I just couldn't resist my hands!"

"Mhm," Caim nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "He's deliciously small and breakable. Could hardly resist him myself when I saw him the first time."

"And look at his hair, delectably cute, is it not?" Beelzebub said enthusiastically, rubbing Sabastian's hair with a forcefully pat. "I'm actually worried if I dote on him too much I might break him!"

Sebastian squirmed away from him, taking a spot next to his boss, who just smirked as Sabastian peeked at Beelzebub with fear. "Then don't. How's my new weapons order going, Beel? I trust your talents are still as sharp as always." Caim said, and Beelzebub leaned into him close.

"Oh, you know it, Caim." He said as he kissed Caim with a teasing peck against his cheek.

He walked behind the counter and drank the other glass drink before throwing it against the wall. He reached under the counter to pull out a large suitcase and slammed it against the bar's table. "My most up-to-date swords, aesthetically and practically. Forged by my hands, specially requested by you." Beelzebub smiled, revealing a toothy and sharp smile. Surprisingly, though deadly, they were spotlessly white.

Caim opened the case to reveal a singular long blade with intricate designs on the blade. Caim smiled slyly. "Oh? Damascus steel, is it? I thought we only used that for fornication purposes."

Beelzebub shook his shoulders as he leaned in. "The metal of that old king is fit for anything. Even for a job like yours, Caim."